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Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

0 posted 2006-01-02 11:42 PM

Fragile wildflowers,
trampled,
from seedling's start.
Souls with leaking hearts
that cling tenaciously
to unforgiving rocks,
surrounded by wastelands
of political tomfoolery and
acres of empty promises
growing like rampant noxious weeds,
while tender wildflowers struggle for survival
in an environmentally challenged
Darwinian world.

Not much hope there to share
for the future evolutionary progress
of the species known as man-kind.

Yet every now and then
a gentle hand reaches out
and plucks a heartbeat,
treats the trampled treasures
with kindness, neighborly love.
And the struggling seedlings
taste just enough refreshing dew
to hang in there another day,
thanks to the heartbeat of compassion
sent from me and you.

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

1 posted 2006-01-02 11:47 PM

i would like to think
that Whitman speaks
in dreams

seems his pen
works your fingers,
his cries for Mother

i hear his pleas
through your lips

along with Kerouac and Ginsberg
riding
the naked city subways
burgeoning with waste

their eyes
wide open
to the
blind
and greedy

i read of Vincent
and he wants to paint
your portrait

mind you
it may be
abstract

but that would be quite fine
i think

with you

seeing as this world

is nothing

but

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

2 posted 2006-01-02 11:51 PM

oh my
what can i say?

if only you could see
through this blue screen
never mind
you do
i love you, susieq

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

3 posted 2006-01-02 11:53 PM

I wear night vision goggles sometimes . . .

I love you too, Kacy

you inspire . . . see?

(they talk to you, don't they?
fess up)

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

4 posted 2006-01-02 11:56 PM

laughing
yes
so now
the whole world knows
damn, it feels like vincent
just brushstroked me
in blue

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

5 posted 2006-01-03 12:00 PM

Ok, now that this is a conversation, I have to say I am reading about Vincent, and our local river rat (grin) told me about you and Vincent, so odd that I just picked up this book . . . its amazing.

"Tormented Genius"

I got an easel for Christmas. So now I have to learn and Kacy?

May all of us always be wildflowers, I loved this.

iliana
Member Patricius

since 2003-12-05

Posts 13434
USA

6 posted 2006-01-03 12:08 PM

You know I love this one, Kacy!

Midnitesun

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since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

7 posted 2006-01-03 12:12 PM

so, willya be painting a portrait of said river rat? hug him for me, please, for listening to my heartbeat

Jo? thank you, for you are one who tends carefully to the needs of wildflowers

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

8 posted 2006-01-03 05:09 AM

actually, you made me think of the shack.
(thank you)

and of course I will, he misses you too.
(somebody has to get him IN here)
*smile*

Margherita
Member Seraphic

since 2003-02-08

Posts 22236
Eternity

9 posted 2006-01-03 06:37 AM

Wonderful, compassionate write, dear Kacy!

Wildflowers are very strong, thanks to God!

You spread hope, it grows on grounds of dispair ... like wildflowers breaking through rocks.

Love,
Margherita

ice
Member Elite

since 2003-05-17

Posts 3404
Pennsylvania

10 posted 2006-01-03 07:14 AM

"Auguries of Innocence"

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour."
(William Blake)

Augurie (augury) In Blake's, and your words-
I see the warning...pay attention-innocence,
Is not ignorance....purity is logical-listen:
In your hand, is held the flower
That precludes the fruits of infinity.

Kacy:
It is your hand that holds the reason to hope..
It is your pen that nurtures hopes flower and root...

"...every now and then
a gentle hand reaches out
and plucks a heartbeat,
treats the trampled treasures
with kindness, neighborly love.
And the struggling seedlings
taste just enough refreshing dew
to hang in there another day..."

Gads! this place makes me high
Such deep thoughts, and such deep,
Thought out replies...
I come here to be nourished,
For if I was to sup only
On the things around me,
I would mentally starve...

Thanks for breakfast, Kacy

_______ ___ice/ford
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serenity blaze
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