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Deeper Than You Can See
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Deeper Than You Can See |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Deeper Than You Can See It is the kind of sunset, when the clouds hold their breath The sun wanders above, darting a last word at every opening Much as a woman, never wanting there to be a last word The underbelly grows full, and deep gray blue, holding back Holding back a closing lid upon this day, holding back another say Discretionary views, October hymns in November hues Much like me of the same cloth, same force of will, same wait until Who would know what percolates behind these clouds and cotton sails The fullness where my heart prevails, each footfall light on two tone trails Ancestors all; wind, water, sky and earth; the remnants twined upon my birth Gathered in a shower of stars, beyond the full black sea of spaces graces Chapters of my own story, written in pictogram, glyphs that know the lines Contour and soul of your eyes, feather of lips sweep the places I’m wise Shall I be velvet or silk in the undoing of fate or of love, soft surprise Or the wound of the kite to the cloud, singing relentlessly loud But for the silence sworn upon the rite of passage, vital in its message Day is done, with but the final veil to fall and claim the end has come Most beautiful release upon the setting of an autumn sun Copyright Kkh 10/28/06 |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
how vivid! what a gorgeous scene! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed...James |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
beautiful indeed TD and I always enjoy looking for the breath holders in your work "The sun wanders above, darting a last word at every opening Much as a woman, never wanting there to be a last word" spectacular |
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Nightshade 
since 2001-08-31
Posts 13962just out of reach |
Contour and soul of your eyes, feather of lips sweep the places I’m wise Shall I be velvet or silk in the undoing of fate or of love, soft surprise Or the wound of the kite to the cloud, singing relentlessly loud WOW hugs, Chris "Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde |
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marcel Senior Member
since 2003-03-02
Posts 660az, usa |
beautiful...sounds like a brewing storm...ready to release but waiting for the right moment........ |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I love it! write on!  Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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writergrl Member
since 2006-10-30
Posts 73Las Vegas, Nevada |
such indepth, poignant passages that fill the soul; love your vivid word painting and rich imagery...well done! write on, writergrl |
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Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
Sounds lovely, I kind of lost interest at the end, thought I might just be add. thanks |
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