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Made Of Grains And Drops And Minutes
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Made Of Grains And Drops And Minutes |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass 
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Made Of Grains And Drops And Minutes We are already there you know; we’ve gone to where the days don’t need any names, and every moment is the one just after the rain has passed, the one that lets the yellow light flow in like honey over everywhere, and our everywhere minutes jingle down like accidental coins for us to pick up as we will, or spin them with our fingers just to listen as they roll. Each second is a piece of time, as grains of sand are pieces of a dune and dunes sun hours from the sea are particles of shore, of seabed; warming drops of rain that hold them for a moment, they are pieces of the sea. Confusion is a piece of life disturbed by windy overcurrents or some shifting of the underlayment. It falls down with the rest of time just rolling, jouncing toward a home; the dune of sand or water, or of time that inundates our highway drifts away to leave it changed somehow, but ours. Hear them tumble down to us, this softening cascade of times, that other sunrise is already here and we are filled like butter with the tones of it, the real of it, running over with the dreams of it. Reach with me into the shimmer, touch them, take this one or that, or if you will, pause with a tear while they still pass into a stream, stream stilling into river into sea then take the sea. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
this one touched I love the ending especially |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Thank God for your leather head. I was about to say, "oh my...oh my...this is an absolute..." but I got stuck in one spot, my dear friend, and poet. quote: for my dear friend, "other" needs to read "another".... but read it out loud, feel it on your lips and tongue as I did, and tell me I am wrong, and then I will say, "goes to the poet, go, the poet..." and accept it, as is. My goodness, Sir... you did a danged fine job here.  nevertheless...Thank you. It hit a place that hasn't been touched in quite a long while. Imagery, sound, feel, touch, taste.... yes.... ok, so ignore all of the above...I can live with it.  " It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love ~*~ KRJ |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
Hear them tumble down to us, this softening cascade of times, that other sunrise is already here and we are filled like butter with the tones of it, the real of it, running over with the dreams of it. Reach with me into the shimmer, touch them, take this one or that, or if you will, pause with a tear while they still pass into a stream, stream stilling into river into sea then take the sea. I absolutely loved it and actually the line that stood out to me as downright incredible was "that other sunrise is already here. " Definately one of my favorites from you Ed. So good to see you posting, I haven't had the chance to read you for awhile.  |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Wait just a second Pipsters.....whut happened to the applause? Ed, I like this, you put a lot of effort into it, it shows. |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
nice read  |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ed...You already know how the flow of this amazing poem touches my heart. I see much love within it and also wisdom that is beyond the ordinary into the spirit that sees things most cannot. I'm so glad to see you posting again...I've missed your poetry here. |
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picturegramic Member
since 2006-05-16
Posts 112 |
Very impressive creative write! I really enjoyed it. Thought the ending was purrrrfect and yet I didn't want it to end. thanks,picturegramic :) |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
 too good to let fall yet!! |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Apparently it's not, Martie, though of course one often has little to do with the other in these forums. All same, I do appreciate the second chance, and you're right about this poem having a lot of me in it, the part of me that loves this craft, and needs to express itself in this way. Sorry Sunshine, can't change it....you see, the entire poem hinges on that line and that phrase....if I say it the other way it sounds better to the ear, but a dimension is lost and another is added. I might well say it that way in another poem, because it's a beautiful sentiment too -- but not this one. And all my friends, new and old and ancient, it is good to be hanging around here again, even if it's as a hanging curve ball. Love ya all! ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> ______________Ratleader______________ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
and we are filled like butter with the tones of it, the real of it, running over with the dreams of it. Reach with me into the shimmer, touch them, take this one or that, or if you will, pause with a tear The measure of a poem should never be the number of responses it garners... for those numbers don't reflect the depth of the poem or how it touched... In fact... some truly great poems seem to leave the readers speechless. *S* I have read this many times... letting it flow into me... and just as each lap of the tide reveals something else on the shore, each read has revealed something new to treasure... another image captures my attention and heart. *S* This is magnificent!!! |
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StevenS Senior Member
since 2005-09-21
Posts 945L. A. (Lower Alabama) |
I agree with Suthern in sometimes we are just speechless. An Awesome write Ratleader! :-) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
the sands sift themselves with or without our hands and all that walked ahead of us left footprints we each choose whose we wish to follow This gorgeous write is pure beautiful poetry, Ed. I shall keep it, to read again as I begin reconnecting treasures from the seas into my next kinetic sculpture. Thank you for the gift. |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
The first three lines stopped me cold and the ending made me sigh but it was these that reached my heart: "and our everywhere minutes jingle down like accidental coins for us to pick up as we will, or spin them with our fingers just to listen as they roll" Every word and line is perfect. A magnificent piece of work Ed.  |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
A delightful read...again and again...  |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Oh, oh, oh, oh Ed! This is most decidedly my favourite of all your poems, as exquisite as they all are! I rolled each syllable and image over on my tongue and savoured each infinitesimal bit, oh, so slowwwwwwly. Like picturegramic, I didn't want it to end . . . - Owl |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ed ... *sigh* ... Ed~ I don't know where I was on 05-22-2006, but I thank my lucky stars this one came around again~ It is the all of sentimental lovely ...~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*The sound of a kiss is not as strong as that of a cannon, but it's echo endures much longer*~ |
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