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Painted House |
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Greeneyes  
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind 
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For Lanore, Donna, Raymond, Donnie, Charles and Richard: I am standing beside you now learning to fly. Every room in the house is painted: emerald green We drew pictures in windows, watched the stars, and the moon fall Her tongue was frozen I wonder if she felt the cut of eight tiny salt pellets exposing the wounds In unlit earth you can never plant dreams among the soil, colors blending, will fall from your eyes; stones promising the throw would never be to far in a gardens walk You can no longer look over with a view of clouds and waves and speak-- He left footprints smeared on steps; strangers in his stride I let go long before you knew I have forgiven all your thoughts of being human My first taste- drink the sea for: everyone who has walked before me with heavy bags and bitter eyes Believe me I am screaming-- I don’t keep calendars-- a part of me bent in sage and crimson skies I have learned that much Knowing words could never change the feelings someone else understands-- I won’t let myself remember the center of my eyes, how you tapped each blink for your happiness draining ours I should be stronger: the second part of my life has arrived I hear the children calling me - silence never fails Still it remains the guitar falling is broken the frost on windows still dampens the wings of butterflies learning to fly I would rather have one breath of his hair, one kiss of his mouth, one touch of his hand than an eternity without it. [This message has been edited by Greeneyes (06-08-2002 11:38 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
  (smiles) Oh Lauren, you always express yourself with such surreal poetic beauty, this is wonderful with a tinge of sadness! (kiss on cheek) May the summer heat melt the frost off those windows and have the butterflies in your heart flitter on and on, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Lauren, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
In unlit earth you can never plant dreams among the soil, colors blending, will fall from your eyes; stones promising the throw would never be to far in a gardens walk~~~ Dear friend, the sun must shine, life must be nurtured, before the growing can begin... you have no idea how much this has lifted me above that plateau that I have been stuck on these last few days...it gives one so much hope.  the frost on windows still dampens the wings of butterflies learning to fly ~ together my precious friend....you will all learn to fly.....~  Like a red brick, in a white wall somebodies brush forgot to paint... lonely....(as sung by Tracy Lawrence..) [This message has been edited by Gentle Spirit (06-09-2002 10:07 AM).] |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Lauren You are such a soulful poet that I get really involved in reading your work and I enjoy it so much.. I've been a blues songwriter for years and I seem to relate really well.....So I thank you for that and will look forward to your next post. These words and lines are the kind of thoughts some songs are made of... "He left footprints smeared on steps; strangers in his stride I let go long before you knew I have forgiven all your thoughts of being human" Have a nice day! Eric |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Lauren, the frost on windows still dampens the wings of butterflies learning to fly Lovely write. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Ah... I see that I am not the only one trying to learn how to fly... Seems you have.. Very beautifully done |
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Madame Chipmunk Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-05
Posts 8296Michigan |
the frost on windows still dampens the wings of butterflies learning to fly This is awesome writing, Lauren... ~ learning to fly hugsLyra |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
the frost on windows still dampens the wings of butterflies learning to fly ---------------------------- YOU are so precious sweet friend~ ~Hugs, Nancy~ |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Lauren I should have known you would reflect your changed life in such an incredible write. I hope for more. This journey has just begun. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This is absolutely beautiful!! It gave me goosebumps reading it...because I know you are writing about something sad and happy and exciting and new. Keep smiling!  |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
the first flight is always the hardest. . . never stop. . . wonderful. . . --------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I won’t let myself remember the center of my eyes, how you tapped each blink for your happiness draining ours wow ..what a wonderful feel I get from your words hugs M (I have been reading and following..and am amazed at the turn your life has taken..) |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
GreenEyes~ 'In unlit earth you can never plant dreams among the soil' You've switched on a light ... and the turning corner lies just ahead~ Beautiful soul sounds here~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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