Open Poetry #35 |
Through Every Season |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Our souls are as a garden to a planter’s Moon, I watch you dancing naked wrapped in a life force tune where all the sane of human was left at the borderline, and I stand simply wondering how it could be you are mine when we have no possessions as possessed in truth we be; the choice of life and breathing in themselves are barely free, as lightly as your toes touch down upon luminescent stones, like some magic fluid steel, I am running heavy with the weight of life I feel coursing through my sanity, pulling at my bones; Spring is fire in your eyes and lightning on the bough, the past another country, the future only now, I’ve no hope for survival against Valkyries’ ride, I am but a donor, raindrops lost before the tide, a mirror to what must be, me who won’t believe in Fate, praying in the rushes that Time’s river won’t be late; you are but the seed row and I am but a seed, and I will die believing through love our souls were freed. ©2005 by icebox [This message has been edited by icebox (03-03-2005 08:57 PM).] |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
They're not freed....except in this way: by their loving, a little space is created that is not world and not spirit bound....it is separate, unique, and the domain of two only. It's so fragile a wrong touch can shatter it, but it is all they have that is truly free. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"how it could be you are mine when we have no possessions" why is it, that this one line made me laugh? LOL |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
icebox Your poem made me think of this part of a poem of mine. Then I feel the warming fire From the hands across the seasons For it’s in the cart of favorites Walking with me into April No matter what the season's heart song It is the window that opens inward That is the music from the corner of going home Your poem is beautiful! |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
I found this to be quite touching to my tender thoughts - stirring - Susan If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
very tender, very touching~ heartfelt~ |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
the weight of life pulling at my bones--what a concept. And I love that last line, simply love it. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
when we have no possessions as possessed in truth we be; the choice of life and breathing in themselves are barely free, as lightly as your toes touch down upon luminescent stones, like some magic fluid steel, when push comes to shove, realistically, what else is there? It is all we have...adding, we learn so much by giving of ourselves, which I believe you have executed here....Bless you dear poet...this was a sad, but delightful read...does that make any sense? Hugs |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
I am glad I waited until after I posted to read yours... we were in a similar place.. but you say it sooo much better than I!! (and that is a good thing). "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
Your poetic mind is a garden meadow, that blooms and grows so freely. And such a lovely place to read~ |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
so very true and yes, I know, I agree and this was just beautiful, icey. I loved these lines: I am running heavy with the weight of life I feel coursing through my sanity, pulling at my bones; |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
one more time My spirit will rise |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
good read |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
icebox From my next poem. Each bead drops down upon the string A sling that echoes prayers in wring A sense of flight to right a wrong The tethers of a minds sarong |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Great poem. What else can I say? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
you romantic devil, you |
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Sadelite Member Elite
since 2003-10-11
Posts 2519 |
too many great lines for me to even begin! Enjoyed ~sadie |
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