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October...Near Nigh Naught
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October...Near Nigh Naught |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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October…Near Nigh Naught September streamed a sigh, then dogged these days of fall, when chiller winds should prevail but all feel naught … naught, that is, but a caress upon skin of lightly summered skill of sun so much so, that a skiff should be set among the reeds and tails of a forgotten pond, where croakers voice deep, and snapping turtles watch the dragons fly…  October…just one, no, two nights that hinted to the crest of forever’s length that would soon disappear…and then it did, fall did, back into summer’s solstice…with an odd silence… I even watched to see if the moon would swing from its given norm, so gently did we fall back into the sounds of summer… and it brought me back to a year ago, when I wasn’t among the taller of grasses, no, but among poets, and loved ones, family and friends, renewing and anewing kinships of ever…for all the falls to come, but all of the springs, and summers, too… that would warm me, come the tides of chilled, willed winds that now seem, somehow, so distant, just yet… just yet…and here I stand, given points of trajectory pin-pointedly adept of compassed arms my east, I do not yet know all of it… my west…where hearts abide… my north, from whence it started… my south, where coffee awaits at the Café DuMonde… I will bring back my cup, just to sip that strength again…. and now I ramble, as does the wind, as the cow birds and black birds gain in hover over milo seed; where I think I should be, yet hearken to the unnamed dream… and where color may be as brilliant as the scape before me. It seems October should not see concrete and glass, though… no…it should be near nigh naught of concrete and glass. ~*~ © Karilea Rilling Jungel October 14, 2005 |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
You bring back days of my youth with such vivid clarity. A lovely and haunting write ina such a soothing way. Peace.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"my east, I do not yet know all of it… my west…where hearts abide… my north, from whence it started… my south, where coffee awaits at the Café DuMonde…" grin so ye be callin' the corners now, eh? (She re-opens next week yanno. Cafe' DuMonde, that is...) seasons...I've heard of those.  a very soothing write, Sunshine, reads like a welcome breeze.  |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Oh my Karilea, this spun me... this is one of your best... sigh a  m xx ~i want for myself your trembling~ |
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Nightshade
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Good golly! This gem is going directly into my library. Awesome Karilea. hugs, Chris Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
A beautiful piece, written by a beautiful author! Hugs YOU!! ~Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.~ |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I definitely agree with you about how October should be, Karilea! This was beautiful. ....jo |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie....this takes me back to last October and the beautiful days of friendship and blue sky and a silly peacock. I wish you were here in your west right now.  |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
An absolutely stunning write! There are poets and there are "POETS" and you are the latter with this captivating right. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
I love this, and the picture is beautiful. I really liked these particular parts, if you don't mind.. naught, that is, but a caress upon skin of lightly summered skill of sun so much so, that a skiff should be set among the reeds and tails of a forgotten pond, where croakers voice deep, and snapping turtles watch the dragons fly… and I even watched to see if the moon would swing from its given norm, so gently did we fall back into the sounds of summer… and it brought me back to a year ago, when I wasn’t among the taller of grasses, no, but among poets, and loved ones, family and friends, renewing and anewing kinships of ever…for all the falls to come, but all of the springs, and summers, too… Simply..stunning poetry. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Karilea~ A treasured keep in poetic seep~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
"a forgotten pond, where croakers voice deep, and snapping turtles watch the dragons fly…" I know this place..... And real dragons do fly there. It is a place where "summer’s solstice…(speaks loud) with an odd silence…" And yes it is free of concrete and glass... This poem is a wonder, just like that place.... ----------ice ><> |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
Another beautiful poem written by a very special person. |
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Rex Allen McCoy Member Elite
since 2000-01-30
Posts 2863Sippin a Timmy's in London |
I dread the fall, though I love the cooler weather and colorful surroundings ... I guess I'm just a Canadian that hates winter. One good thing about October is, its inspiration upon superb poets like yourself. excellent read and the picture reminds me of out home (to the north) |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
What does the exclamation "WOW" mean? Very well done KJ... |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
My dear POETESS, I am awed by the beauty and the scope of your scribed scapes! Love & Sun Light, Linda |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Ditto! I too am amazed at how easy you seem to add just the right detail and color to a poem, still leaving room for sidetrips and imagination... A pleasure to read; miscellanea |
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