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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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Meadows sip... long awaited breezes of November’s song tastes unusual like old times long forgotten early evening dims in some lost light seaming happiness from close-toothed comb of wrongs an inexpressive girlish nod to bare trees sweeping a forge of dampness whispering of winds & streams of smoke wailing warmth in the hearths of man beautiful dark horse of night casts down multitudinous swarms in breast of earth great rumors sigh destination’s call to birth wondrous deities name oceans where they rest washed before December’s night lecturer heaven’s eye renders great store writing syllabically ideas of lamentations in course of time signifies an island of questions stretched out before man’s gaping arms born from strands of seas collection of universal leverage precise with translator denotes fine days by which we take seconds to meaning neath a moon frequently omitted from our culture December’s children are jewels strung on heaven shining where kept by a goddess shelved for precious craft ruling the land with snow crystals read by mothers in this realm of winter’s solstice drumming an oath all-encompassing to where we kick away flesh & swell in this land if only for a moments impetuous jewels are true twists of permission given by heaven’s people with sun goddess ornaments a world with current in its own modern sense ancient days remain in some pool in the bed of a tranquil river of life... life agrees & nods... extraordinary intelligence allows words their natural meaning... proper and complete with winter's song touching bare face & feet [This message has been edited by LeeJ (11-30-2006 10:39 AM).] |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
I needed no translator to enjoy this work of art  Poet, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
As usual Lee, you are like a colour projector and we are the monochrome subordinate, casting our weak light onto life's screen..thank you.. Goldenrose At the touch of love, everyone becomes poets. Plato 427 BC-348. |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
ms leej, interesting how you stuffed this page with so much image food enjoyed it ms |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
close-toothed comb of wrongs December’s children are the jewels strung on heaven shining it's the lines like those that amaze me LeeJ wonderous poem |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Pure poetic photography...for sure! |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
"long awaited breezes of November’s song tastes unusual like old times long forgotten early evening dims in some lost light" Great write Lee J. JL Thomas, because thou hast seen me, thou hast believed: |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
LeeJ....You are "extraordinary intelligence"  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
You dance an extraordinary dance with your words, dear Lee. Love, Margherita |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Wow...I love reading your words. It's always a lesson in beauty and wonder. Love, Eric |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
Magnus said it best! |
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