Venturing Outside of Routine (Older poem I stumbled across tonight.)

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Open Poetry #35

Venturing Outside of Routine (Older poem I stumbled across tonight.)

EvocativeVerse2
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0 posted 2005-02-15 01:02 AM

Venturing Outside of Routine

Primordial intonations evoke
intangible sensations, whispering
breezes which hasten by in a baroque
kind of way. And the tide basin doth sing
of temptations and translucent secrets
which are but its to maintain, as chanting
diaphanous waves, reverberate regrets
of limpidity. An open Highland fling
of concentrated infinitudes doth
waltz in luminous vastness o'er Beijing,
and I, oh I, drink from the river froth
and extend beyond these protective walls
while arresting one odd fluttering thought,
arousing my lethargic soul with calls
to see, to breathe, to be that which I've sought.

Remember, if you're not part of the future, you're history!

froggy
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since 2003-06-23

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Michigan

1 posted 2005-02-15 01:10 PM

Hey Kevin,
I don't recall you ever showing me this one.
I really enjoyed reading this,cannot believe not one person commented on it,
to the top it goes.

Hugs

;-)

Within this heart you'll find love

Susan
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since 2004-03-27

Posts 5104
walking the surreal

2 posted 2005-02-15 02:59 PM

Your words trip so nicely across the tongue- much enjoyed my friend-

Susan

If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . .

Gentle Spirit
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since 2000-10-09

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3 posted 2005-02-15 03:02 PM

Lovely writing Kevin!

Snow

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since 2000-10-16

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desert flower looking for rain

4 posted 2005-02-15 04:32 PM

and I, oh I, drink from the river froth
and extend beyond these protective walls
while arresting one odd fluttering thought,
arousing my lethargic soul with calls
to see, to breathe, to be that which I've sought

this part here, speaks to me... as though it were in a language only you and i understand. such a strong thought provoking write my poet. i'm glad you shared this here. love, S~

"i close my eyes and gather up the puddle of this life, one teaspoon at a time, into a bucket with holes" ~me an excerpt from "she still sees ugly"

EvocativeVerse2
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since 2003-09-10

Posts 1279

5 posted 2005-02-16 09:07 PM

Thank you ladies for reading this. It was nice of you to comment.

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