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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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dance routine words fumbled in surrender as a frozen sea, lay in reward one pebble on the beach, dared issuing lustrous memories of two two in vivid vision like the round face of a spinal cord diva of adoration then time grows cubicals winter afternoons picking up broken hearts transitions screaming bloody murder… now mad despair pushing them toward the worst of dark corridors like an angry mob with droning voices designing living spaces feeling close about them sunny afternoon disposition perhaps a saving grace? perhaps an angle in their road? ascending fatigue in profound silence zigzagging wild, like some invisible messenger of fate like breasts pointing at people with eyes of consciousness whispering in the ears of human rocks until they turn and apologize what was it that was once soft silhouetted cameos swimming across heights of air swooning from intensity of emotions wild fires triggering some divine mandate lots of time workshops, classes, new moves imaginations, scooping up grains of sand wrinkled, grooved pleasures growing grey hairs despair finds spiritual muscle facing the rock of sight waving plumes, screaming like gulls “are you crazy, are you crazy, get jiggy with the moonlight" unwrapping chords about their wrists letting the drop to the floor remembering what encircled & disturbed their sultry sleep leaving them in short term vegetative states breathless, shriveled in a furnished room of Christmas which they couldn't see or move to... realizing, they are not the last leaf at the far end of a damp cellar they know each other’s secrets watch the fires of some enchanted time lost sadly, they turn toward each other embracing the loss happens all the time, change forms many gismos learning how to arrange them finds solutions over and over again touching the hair of entangled nets with life-roughened hands remembering early mornings sharing coffee their eyes carrying flowers biting the ear of love sharing so much so much dripping with Yes Yes Yeeeesssss See Understand & enjoy your book lift the anchor set sail on day trips there are no default positions in the face of life most days are honest some are depressive beasts others drive to local towns to the market or fairgrounds and some just sit flapping the arms of glossy wings that dream of flying but on this day, sleeps in the hammock |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ A whirwind of passion done. But a new season with dfferent leaves will come. Good morning sweety. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Lee, what a vivid and expressive write! I wish I could pick a favorite line but there are so many |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"lift the anchor set sail on day trips there are no default positions in the face of life most days are honest some are depressive beasts others drive to local towns to the market or fairgrounds and some just sit flapping the arms of glossy wings" So true. Another great write Lee J. JL  |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
You know the steps LeeJ! Awesome as always! :-) |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
Many times I wonder... Are you in my head? Or am I in yours? Either way...I flatter myself. Regardless... I feel ya. ::smiles:: Great write ! |
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Jess Member
since 2006-06-06
Posts 243Washington |
You had so many great lines in this one! "...soft silhouetted cameos..." |
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