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Where Changes Meet The Sky
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Where Changes Meet The Sky |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Here in the Midwest The land lies as if the soul of us Hearty women who learn to cook as they also Learn to wrestle weak-kneed calf to a nipple So it can suck from mother enough To live and grow We have to butcher after all And men do not always know the how Of being strong enough to stand when things go bad Really bad like the spring it rained Then rained more and all along the creek Fences were torn, cattle wandered And a few The difference between making it and not Were lost to swollen water Yet, the men do grow stout from long hours Spent in toil that never seems to pay enough or end Without the broken day being splinted into snore Till like me they grow old Too fat around the middle and soft in hand To work that way anymore So I dream of how it was While along the youthful flat-bellied plains Grain grows ripe and sweet between miles of roads That beg midnight lazy rolls into succulent flesh Perk little mounds are only swells Nippled with a dot of trees or a house To hold those who can stand to see half way around The earth’s curve and still endure without the vertigo Of falling storms And empty Vast enough to hold your mind but not your words Here there is no echo But the repeating sounds of eager bird or coyote that sings Answered distantly by one who too feels The majesty of moon or the solitude Of broken arroyo I came from Hills That wrinkled the earth much like I too Am now marked with time Eroded youth not the fertile ground of plow We did not know then what we do now So chased days and years in foxfire dream That moved as we did Or faded eventually Here, in the crease of earth made wet By the lust of tall breasted hills An old man can find a home that does not Open onto forever fields And remember in his mind the way it was To woo soft skin as he follows the ripe lines of an older hip Or the slight sag of aging chest While still seeing the beauty that remains Well within the land Well within the soul Yes, Still I dream Of you |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
So I dream of how it was While along the youthful flat-bellied plains Grain grows ripe and sweet between miles of roads That beg midnight lazy rolls into succulent flesh Perk little mounds are only swells Nippled with a dot of trees or a house To hold those who can stand to see half way around The earth’s curve and still endure without the vertigo Of falling storms And empty Vast enough to hold your mind but not your words Here there is no echo But the repeating sounds of eager bird or coyote that sings Answered distantly by one who too feels The majesty of moon or the solitude Of broken arroyo ... Here, in the crease of earth made wet By the lust of tall breasted hills An old man can find a home that does not Open onto forever fields And remember in his mind the way it was To woo soft skin as he follows the ripe lines of an older hip Or the slight sag of aging chest While still seeing the beauty that remains Well within the land Well within the soul ~*~ Oh, it's a keeper... I've been needing something... this was it... Thank you... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I came from Hills That wrinkled the earth much like I too Am now marked with time Eroded youth not the fertile ground of plow We did not know then what we do now So chased days and years in foxfire dream That moved as we did Or faded eventually I worship your talent.  Ron, I can only say this... thank you for sharing your talent here. We are so blessed with your presence. and besides.. your just one damn good writer.  I really want to care, |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Here, in the crease of earth made wet By the lust of tall breasted hills An old man can find a home that does not Open onto forever fields And remember in his mind the way it was To woo soft skin as he follows the ripe lines of an older hip Or the slight sag of aging chest While still seeing the beauty that remains Well within the land Well within the soul Yes, Still I dream Of you ----- you do poetry justice, both in words and feelings....always amazed after reading you...   I came from the mountain |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
My gawd, you can write!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You have a gift Sir Raconteur! Your vividly descriptive and emotive words allowed me to feel the pulse of a world that is so distant from my own. This truly was an abreasting, I mean "arresting", write!  EA |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Yet, the men do grow stout from long hours Spent in toil that never seems to pay enough or end Without the broken day being splinted into snore Till like me they grow old Too fat around the middle and soft in hand To work that way anymore So I dream of how it was this was so honest...felt like I was sitting right there with you...hearing your voice helping me understand...thank you for this...with appreciative emotions |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Oh my gosh....your words paint a vision that touches heart and soul with understanding and sharing...What a magnificent poem...The ending is perfection itself...Absolutely perfect...I love it....*hugs** |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
 you know. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Here, in the crease of earth made wet By the lust of tall breasted hills An old man can find a home that does not Open onto forever fields And remember in his mind the way it was To woo soft skin as he follows the ripe lines of an older hip Or the slight sag of aging chest While still seeing the beauty that remains Well within the land Well within the soul Yes, Still I dream Of you" '.....Damn!!! Thank you Sir!'..was all she could manage to say.. because he always took her breath away. Life is one great big canvas; |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ron There you go wrapping the earth and sky into emotion....the way you do that is so powerful, yet it seems to come so natural....it certainly does make beautiful! |
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babygirlwlove Senior Member
since 2004-10-10
Posts 1180New York City |
**soft east coast kiss** so good to come across your spills~ **baby **Intoxicant to the SouL** |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
While along the youthful flat-bellied plains Grain grows ripe and sweet between miles of roads That beg midnight lazy rolls into succulent flesh Perk little mounds are only swells Nippled with a dot of trees or a house To hold those who can stand to see half way around The earth’s curve and still endure without the vertigo Of falling storms And empty Vast enough to hold your mind but not your words Here there is no echo But the repeating sounds of eager bird or coyote that sings Answered distantly by one who too feels The majesty of moon or the solitude Of broken arroyo I came from Hills That wrinkled the earth much like I too Am now marked with time Eroded youth not the fertile ground of plow We did not know then what we do now So chased days and years in foxfire dream That moved as we did Or faded eventually Here, in the crease of earth made wet By the lust of tall breasted hills An old man can find a home that does not Open onto forever fields And remember in his mind the way it was To woo soft skin as he follows the ripe lines of an older hip Or the slight sag of aging chest While still seeing the beauty that remains Well within the land Well within the soul Yes, Still I dream Of you Oh Sir, where have you been? The imagery above is just magnificent....WOW!  mxx "we all have wings, but some of us don't know why" Michael Hutchence (INXS) |
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scorpio Member Ascendant
since 2002-10-02
Posts 5178right...there |
This reads so well. Very much enjoyed Ron. believe in what your heart feels... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
To hold those who can stand to see half way around The earth’s curve and still endure without the vertigo Of falling storms And empty Vast enough to hold your mind but not your words To pick a favorite part of this is really a case of closing my eyes and letting my finger land... it's all exceptional... but this image will long remain with me. Excellent write! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
damn, what a jewel my library welcomes this with open arms |
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jellybeans Member Elite
since 2000-10-13
Posts 2298 |
can I just ditto midnight...this is wonderful |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I was going to ask you, next time? Take me with you. but you do that everytime I read you. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
of Mother Earth borne, and fed from mouths of men she came forth spilling wheat and whet rain splotched drops into the mouths of slaves picking cotton and pricking fingers on thorns. -------------------------------- I have missed you, Ron. |
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