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Painting The Wind
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Painting The Wind |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada 
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 Lethargically I walk these shadows of time, Under a blazing hot sun criss-crossing ancient towering giants So magificant they stand in my insignificance. Underfoot, parched grass strains to quench its age-old thirst. I have to wonder what ancient secrets lay buried in all this stillness So deeply locked in her cold lava supporting my every step? Once the rush of destruction filled the air with molten rock, Where vivid colors were sporadically painted by the wind, Contouring their own strange foot path, While leaping in spread as far as the eye could see. The red of its once unstoppable fire still glistens Blinding the ordinary man in the noonday sun. Bending, I release secrets only softly whispered internally. A lone and sorry soul seeking a home for its misery in a reflection That once upon a time, like this lava below me, Too was so strong and full of her rage of fire. I spread my colors to the wind like her, and, Probably just like those living before me now just dust, Who did bent here to sip from her cool stream. So quiet this lake where a meandering river snakes Slowly into its very bowels along the edges of wonder, Where time’s wear and tear is only under her control. I have to stop and dwell on the Mother’s creation, Embrace her work of art that is laid before me, Suspended and frozen in time for generations to come. Someday, some heart will stand here where the twain meets, Touching this water and ground and wonder about me perhaps? Some weary traveler will kick this same dust mingling mine with theirs. This dust of wonder, so long basked in this sun, Where now I blend and lend my own gold to this red canvas, Painting colors of the wind that will forever be blended, To what generations will call, “Home.” ~ * ~ Note: Photo from Webshots, and unfortuantely no artist's name was given. ~* Carpe' Diem *~ Tis only in their dreams that men truly be free, 'twas always thus and always will be. ~ Keating ~ |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Dear Lord Sharon....  this is outstanding, my absolute favorite of yours gal and a bonafide  I refuse to make plans past this moment in time.... |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
So quiet this lake where a meandering river snakes Slowly into its very bowels along the edges of wonder, Where time’s wear and tear is only under her control. I have to stop and dwell on the Mother’s creation, Embrace her work of art that is laid before me, Suspended and frozen in time for generations to come. it is truly in times as these, one can only slightly touch and feel the power of nature's spirit.... a marvelous write and read! enjoyed the powerful thought pulse beating |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sharon...It is I shaking my head, now!!  |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Beautiful!! Beautiful!! Beautiful!! I love it Sharon...a fantastic write indeed. ~Hugs & Smiles, Nancy~ Something tugs at me, I've no doubt of that. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Seems everytime I head to the forest to escape from the heat these trees and the rocks simply astound me. I wonder the same thing every single time, how old they are, how they got there, and how did they get such beautiful coloring. Dust to dust I imagine, and we all too will be part of that one day. I wish to come back as a tree  a willow of course. Thanks kindly for reading my thoughts of today. |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
So quiet this lake where a meandering river snakes Slowly into its very bowels along the edges of wonder, Where time’s wear and tear is only under her control. I have to stop and dwell on the Mother’s creation, Embrace her work of art that is laid before me, Suspended and frozen in time for generations to come. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ya had me from the awesome title on.... very very cool stirring from your forest muse poetess of the ancients. you know I love this one. |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
I adore this: Someday, some heart will stand here where the twain meets, Touching this water and ground and wonder about me perhaps? reminded me of Whitman, Sharon and yes, of course . . . |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
There are no words I can add that have not already been said. A very vividly moving way to paint the wind for me. Thank you. "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
So quiet this lake where a meandering river snakes Slowly into its very bowels along the edges of wonder, ~*~ This is a beautifully haunting song that you've painted on the wind... and it is a Keeper of the People. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Sharon, Such a gorgeous inspiration so finely woven. Yes mam I liked it a lot. 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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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Glad you enjoyed me "wondering" and if you are ever in the neighbourhood, you must go to Lynn Canyon Suspension Bridge Park, it's truly a beautiful place and FREE! Not much around where I live is anymore, and this has more history and nature that the ones you pay for. I can walk there from my house, and its simply a glorious place. See? http://www.dnv.org/ecology/see_do/see_do.html This one is pictures taken by someone by the name of John Harvey who enjoys it too. http://www.johnharveyphoto.com/Lynn%20Canyon/SuspensionBridge.html Thanks again all. |
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Patricia Member Elite
since 2003-04-06
Posts 2160Missouri |
What a picturesque view. Each and every line is a work of art. Patricia |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Mysteria I was expecting to see a blond sitting there.  |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
"So quiet this lake where a meandering river snakes Slowly into its very bowels along the edges of wonder, Where time’s wear and tear is only under her control. I have to stop and dwell on the Mother’s creation, Embrace her work of art that is laid before me, Suspended and frozen in time for generations to come. Someday, some heart will stand here where the twain meets, Touching this water and ground and wonder about me perhaps?" i just loved this...  so beautifully done! |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Painting colors of the wind~~ lovely some day I hope to visit up north M |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
I'm not looking at your pictures anymore. You'll make me want to give up my Arizona sunshine for the northwest rain and then I can't put all those miles on my motorcycle without getting soaked. You should learn to play fair.   |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
...Saved faster than you can say, "Home"! I absolutely adored this! Not only are you brimming with talent, you are brimming with soul beauty! Hugs with love and admiration, Linda |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know it isn't until I go away from here that I realize why I chose to live here in the first place, and then Vancouver and I have a new love affair going for another year  like now! I am a tourist in my own town and loving it! Thanks again for reading my submission.~* Carpe' Diem *~ |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Thought I would be a little tourist guide to you all, here is Vancouver's attractions for you to look through - it is indeed a beautiful city, with lots to do! http://www.vancouverattractions.com/ |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
you paint the wind beautifully....very touching Sharon... In your light I learn how to love |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Sharon: And now I know you will understand that often when I walked alone along the North Eastern shore and land, I would chance to come across a hidden glen or valley, which caused tears to trickle despite my sense of joy. Thank you for poem and beautiful photo links to go with it. Martyjo. |
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