Open Poetry #35 |
Skiathos |
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
because, my mind in terms of sensitivity reads a long running romance romance of palmy days, with periwinkle and beaches unimaginative, flatters, politely and… like an artistic soul dreams with arms held out, opened wide to me sways with some ballet digesting a tea of evening and i wonder, what else there ever was, but this, this moment that stops and stares clinging philosophically assorted depth takes up, hard fisted rhyme, like sisters with impulse guides plausible investments, unlike any other something choosing us out a mother furnishing life, child of love calling us into vast things…eternal singers insulting fearful screams like the sigh of a gypsy breeze owned by Skiathos clear pure fountain of oceanic gymnasia sitting cross legged, waiting, like a current selection rich with azure branches and there, i am bathed in love sitting in silence there are no words except a pregnancy coming face to face with twilight wind to impose itself upon my mere unskilled meaningless life there was never suffrage only uncertain future where the eyes of evening sun smiles on the solitary path of life i am so pleased, so overwhelmed, to have had this affection, this time filling the air with fragrance colors of patience, calm, and deepest water world, of some nodding permission to have allowed me to happen gems of summer gauze and it is then that I know, I am the daughter of reason permeates entirety it is a voice, I no longer seek but know personally it is the morning of life interlocking eyes exchanging souls there, we’re never alone lilac citadels bride of tides glide with seagulls growing still, long and loud out of some truth like, youth of the morning dawn’s tide, sliding swiftly over burning within the pattern of my weave my ability… in this fortune, I drink the word famous counting these days of ecstasy with a voice message that staggers home at night like these now coming days of autumn seeking the chocolate of meaning a vision derived from consideration the scent of life, waves hello enthusiastic immortality knows it is enough to be alive within this mid-summer tribute of green time…. with great affection I found I could survive naked as the child who slipped out of my womb… purring in this space this transitive relationship Godly phantasm with clear determination in stride Skiathos wholely plausible |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
LeeJ I can only say, it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Enjoyed the write and good morniong again. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Was the ouzo that mellow? A lovely write, Lee. Thank you. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow... good write Lee |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Dear Lee, I am in awe. This is achingly beautiful and of outstanding poetic power. You are blessed, dear Lee, with a sharp mind and psychic eyes. Love and hugs. Margherita |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
5:29 a.m., Sunday morning I am reading poetry That takes away the thought of work that waits in flowers That must be planted today, Not tomorrow, but today Their roots might be dry, If not nurtured...just like my mind.. They wait for me Like this poem has Here in this world of words With roots of image and thought, Its color and beauty the same. I take them in my eyes, and I am on Skiathos.... "I am so pleased, so overwhelmed, to have had this affection, this time filling the air with fragrance colors of patience, calm, and deepest water world, of some nodding permission to have allowed me to happen" As beautiful as any arrangement of licorice and golden grass, with the broad leaf of coleus. This poem reminds me of plants that struggle in their environment, but with persistence, survive and flourish... Sorry, LeeJ but some poems just make me long winded... ----------ice/ford ><> |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
you sit me upon a stone to watch the world unfold in its meditation and beauty - in its reminder that there is more and it is cosmic in its glory - and enveloping in its care - enjoyed the feel of this this morning my friend - hugs - S If I wander far enough, long enough, will I finally know . . . |
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