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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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and so i sang, in tune or not who cares as cards of salvation, are all i’ve got every fracture allows buoyancy in where it fills my bruised ineffectiveness and watch, when it dies in the hills where i hesitated to pick up a tree frog day asks of me, “where is the white goddess?” i say… ”off bagging some invisible influence dragging the leg of alterations from one place to another hooking the bra of envision until we discover television making systematic life possible” collecting sharp cool pebbles curving my song into surprise where empty bottles are filled immersed in some miracle school nomadic autumn, curls close inward to the beat of a round tree memory by memory sitting in a doorway holding maple leaves as a poem should be the day after like swans in the dark warming each other kissing my eyes munching young thickets of trademark changing colors of night drowning puddles of cold hills & sneering inspiration like oysters leaping back into their shells giving my tongue a new word while crossing bridges running toward us does anyone read poetry anymore? should they celebrate the anthology of salt and pepper weather that nature brings forth? i keep the snow melting as early childhood follows in my footsteps regardless of the fly buzz and their thoughts traveling through the dark I never intended to become a poet which penetrated the core lifting me off the page carefully as though conversation might linger one lifetime is not enough! and so i sang, in tune or not who cares as cards of salvation, are all i’ve got every fracture allows light in where it fills my bruised ineffectiveness and watch, when it dies in the hills where i hesitated to pick up anything and keep it |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
LJ, this write feels rather bob dylan-ish to me! I especially enjoyed this: "I never intended to become a poet which penetrated the core lifting me off the page carefully as though conversation might linger one lifetime is not enough!" Great! K |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
But you penetrate the core so danged well! You just keep impressing anyone who reads you with the magic of your mind! I'm going to have to build a new wing in my library, just for your works! Thanks for keeping the "amaze" in my day, darlin'! |
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HopeS Member Elite
since 2000-12-22
Posts 4596Perth Western Australia |
Hey I never feel like a poet , just a rambler of emotions .... but I am so glad you are a poet , because I love to read you and those fascinating images you portray !!! Hope |
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lyricpoet Member
since 2005-07-16
Posts 199NY, USA |
Beautifully written piece...Well done, keep up the good work!!! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
"does anyone read poetry anymore? should they celebrate the anthology of salt and pepper weather that nature brings forth?" LeeJ.....this is why I read you! Wonderful write!  .....jo |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
amazing |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
What? I didn't reply to this. Hmm.. well now I did. Hahahahha I beet the system. -Juju Juju - 1.) a magic charm or fetish 2.)Magic 3.)A taboo connected woth the use of magic |
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