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walk in the park with the other 3/4 of mind
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walk in the park with the other 3/4 of mind |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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The spell is like a flightless bird stretching a quilt among women composing steady handed paintings on white softened snow flirting with flash backs of easy chairs with claws crooning to the sacred spirit of the wind to blow gentle and long on battle dust to hoard what guards symphonic doe eyed earth, bannered for us, as if a child of surprise and I wonder at the greatness of this showroom our magnetic ghost rocketing the night staring at us like a tourist while engulfed in flames stopping, mid sentence just to interrogate the domestic prowess trying to scale mountains of foret-me-nots, dressed like a rocket launching karma and I wonder at the snow white cast almost as if, an addendum for wise souls the pay phone rings and rings to the tune of Halleluiah maddening conservative fruits fussing about necessity… the register rings…touched by destiny and I wonder around without direction resolve worthy of salute a highly controlled power center… like a highway it, keeps going checking ID, altering this sudden movement of quiet stretching like an ocean between the know and unknown… Manicured blue grass grows at the Station, at which I’m supposed to arrive with an 8 x 10 printer friendly glossary of secrets, and the oil stained hat remembering morning events…with a small parchment of salvation the roundtable echoes reborn afternoons, drinking infinite grace like chocolate mocha and I hear a voice surrounded by amber light questioning…softly… one sugar or two hearing the friendly visage of friends passing from room to room music shifts drowsily, kissing satisfied smiles like a heavy set armored campfire rolling the dice because it can and I wonder about something so tangible separating a short-lived dwelling, from a place we all know as home…delicate dreaming drifts along with footprints of night its my heroine, and I sail with this addiction… legend or myth…it is my starship quietly stacking a full orange moon |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
"and I hear a voice surrounded by amber light questioning…softly… one sugar or two hearing the friendly visage of friends passing from room to room music shifts drowsily, kissing satisfied smiles like a heavy set armored campfire rolling the dice because it can and I wonder about something so tangible separating a short-lived dwelling, from a place we all know as home…delicate dreaming drifts along with footprints of night its my heroine, and I sail with this addiction… legend or myth…it is my starship quietly stacking a full orange moon" Those last three stanzas are impressive (all is just those really stood out for me). Invoked a feeling of peaceful fulfillment for me...  "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
agree totally with Susan, the last three stanzas are my favorite part of the entire write. Well done gal. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
After getting lost in wonderment I've come out to agree wholeheartedly with Susan. Loved this write as I do all of yours. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
and I wonder about something so tangible separating a short-lived dwelling, from a place we all know as home…delicate dreaming drifts along with footprints of night its my heroine, and I sail with this addiction… legend or myth…it is my starship quietly stacking a full orange moon  This feels so danged good... and Congrats on your 9,000+ posts, m'friend...  |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ I agree with the other ladies as to favorite part, and you are certainly one of my favorite poets, also! |
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