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Gray Cool Rags Time
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Gray Cool Rags Time This baggage will be profound, en route to a past, where all presents sound like yesterday, hollows echoing former times, where tracing lines lead through valleys as dipping curves curse me, rehearse me, traverse me, waiting for me to trip upon my soul… I want to seek once more rags of gray, where finger wisps caress my cheek again, shuddering goose-bumps to stand in line, trembling me back to youth, when sea-mist kissed my eyes, yes, I want the rags of gray, those hoary cool rags creating a time where voices sound from far away somewhere in the mist… somewhere in the mist… so let great curls and curves of wave sound and pound despair of grave, for somewhere ashes fed the wind somewhere ashes fed… my feet feel close chill morning sand, eyes closed tight, my hand in hand between two tall figures, who stand to bear my weight in lift and flight and hand me over, to the night… hand me over, then, to cool gray rags time come and kiss my cheek, sweet mist, come and kiss… let me seek these ribbons cool, rags of time gray in hands of mine, as salt comes to sting my lips… yes, salt will sting my lips. I will wait for sun to burn away the gray cool rags of yesterday and leave my baggage with time. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
youth trembles to touch love voices sound from afar baggage checked in time Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Karilea, this is so beautiful. Your poems are always beautiful. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Oh, this aches in such a soft/sweet way. Made me think of my Dad. Being one who visits the past a little too much myself, I do feel the tugs of those waves and the sand beneath my toes. Someday....someday. *hugging you, Karilea*......jo |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
I see you standing on an ocean cliff surrounded my a magical mist the opens its view to the past....What a stunning vision you have created...*big hugs* |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
the feeling, I know... maybe it's something we all must go through very touching piece |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie........when you go there...I want to go too...ok?  |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"those hoary cool rags creating a time where voices sound from far away somewhere in the mist… somewhere in the mist… so let great curls and curves of wave sound and pound despair of grave, for somewhere ashes fed the wind somewhere ashes fed…" Great poetry gives me chills.. shivering right now....  ------------ice/ford ><> |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
It only stings, if it lingers on them for a long time.....but then, it's only real if it lingers on them for a long time...... ....clearly it has, and will. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Beautiful - and after more than one read, it's still beautiful. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hi Sunshine, and I'm with Martie on this one...when you go, take me too!!! Besides, I like the sound of the beach and being bundled up in rags of grey!!! Loveya...~S~ |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Your gift of imagery is so beautiful. This piece so full of longing and beauty both. Very well done. yesterday is gone |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
love the poetic sound and flow; sweetly sad, if you know what I mean... Why do we always seen to have the ache of past? misc'e Still working on that song--just can't seem to decide if it's finished or not... |
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Spiros Zafiris Senior Member
since 2002-10-20
Posts 982Canada |
..yess, i know who to read, to be refreshed ..thank you.. spiros ----- |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Yesssss i want to be there beside you too, beautiful Kari. Mxx ~i want for myself your trembling~ |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
as dipping curves curse me, rehearse me, traverse me, waiting for me to trip upon my soul… ain't that the truth!!! You've captured that well... I want to seek once more rags of gray, where finger wisps caress my cheek again, shuddering goose-bumps to stand in line, trembling me back to youth, when sea-mist kissed my eyes, yes, I want the rags of gray, those hoary cool rags creating a time where voices sound from far away somewhere in the mist… somewhere in the mist… so let great curls and curves of wave sound and pound despair of grave, for somewhere ashes fed the wind somewhere ashes fed… my feet feel close chill morning sand, eyes closed tight, my hand in hand between two tall figures, who stand to bear my weight in lift and flight and hand me over, to the night… hand me over, then, to cool gray rags time come and kiss my cheek, sweet mist, come and kiss… let me seek these ribbons cool, rags of time gray in hands of mine, as salt comes to sting my lips… yes, salt will sting my lips. I will wait for sun to burn away the gray cool rags of yesterday and leave my baggage with time. Outstanding girl,,,you make me crave bad times... Did I say that? well done and understood, now, if I could only apply this...huh? Hugs |
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