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Sunshine

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since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

0 posted 2005-06-14 10:57 PM

Life’s Haunt

I would begin in Shakespearean tone,
that in
These times, when in the ragged mountains
of doubt, [Shakespeare shakes his head, and leaves]

I continue…

though even when ice blocked thoughts melt slowly
into summer’s clime, it is only then, when
echoing begins reflection of shadows
of what we were told,
just so, and it is then,

In the crevice of foreboding [that] the levers thicken,

where pain and pleasure
sit side, by side.

The flat of a button’s lip
might wait for some finger’s tip
to either glide smoothly
or press hard,
perhaps even sharply nailed,
before a decision slowly made,

[mindlessly, or…]

would then slip those words
into some form of light,
before transferred onto some other world…
[fulfilling a desire]

to hide,
or beam,
in dishonor,
or pride.

Echoes, these are, bearing deep upon me.

I fear they mirror the
errors of my ways…
some long haunting cry begins to beg deep…

“In
the
crevice of
foreboding…
levers
thicken”

and then, when I look down,
at the crevice that one could, should and would have,
it is then the soul heeds to the gone
though their shadowed need
still comes to succor, and

Bleedingly,

Their cries will always haunt my soul.

For when memories crumble, all that is left… is

Tonight, when
fireflies
begin.

~*~

Yes, once again
with help from the muse

James_A_Fraser
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since 2003-09-03

Posts 972
Out Making Anticlines

1 posted 2005-06-14 11:15 PM

Glory Hallelujah this is good!

Your muse wasn't gone, she was saving up for a big one......

......or for two or three within one....

~~J

LeeJ
Member Patricius

since 2003-06-19

Posts 13296

2 posted 2005-06-15 07:13 AM

though even when ice blocked thoughts melt slowly
into summer’s clime, it is only then, when
echoing begins reflection of shadows
of what we were told,
just so, and it is then,

I wish I had the ability you so lovingly possess and that is, a greatness to sit back and allow....this poem was magnificent...thank you lovely lady for sharing

babygirlwlove
Senior Member

since 2004-10-10

Posts 1180
New York City

3 posted 2005-06-15 07:30 AM

oh damn...

this one resounds...deep in the soul....Sunshine....deft articulation of thought...and metaphor~

**feeling you**
**babygirL**

**Intoxicant to the SouL**

Gentle Spirit
Member Patricius

since 2000-10-09

Posts 13989

4 posted 2005-06-15 12:47 PM

feeling this one deeply momma k..

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

5 posted 2005-06-17 08:29 PM

Enchanted by the images of this Kari,
It takes such patience to allow life to unfold...something I work at every day.

And reflections, this crisp and clear, can only show the way to something greater in the offing...

Hugs,
TD

Martie

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since 1999-09-21

Posts 28049
California

6 posted 2005-06-17 08:51 PM

"For when memories crumble, all that is left… is

Tonight, when
fireflies
begin."

Such a gorgeous ending, sissie!! The whole poem is wonderful! I would like to borrow your muse....please!

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