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Posted on 10/17/2005 9:03:55 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Words like threads
I send to you these words,
wound up like silk threads
on a bobbin,
shiny, and soft,
where you can see the twist
helixing around in shimmery spirals.
I send you these words,
like threads wound about a shuttle,
ready to be woven in and out
as the fabric is made,
too weak perhaps for warp,
but perfect for weft.
I send you these words,
like linen thread, sunbleached
in the afternoon light, strong,
pliable, utilitarian.
With them sew up your memories
into a cloth
bright, perhaps, in the light.
Sometime in 2001
We are chasing nostalgia today....
Here is a recreation of a sad poem I wrote in 1983:
(not currently reflective of my mood, marriage, level of happiness or sense of peace. Wrote it when I was in college, lost it, and have tried to recapture it)
We all build walls, it seems, she said.
The rose,
the rose he handed her
falls apart,
scattering its petals
like leaves in an autumn breeze
until nothing is left
but a dry leaf
and a thorny stem
and a memory
of something beautiful gone forever.
We all build walls, it seems, she said.
1983/2005
We all build walls, it seems, she said.
The Rose...
Wonderful.
I love this work.
All my files are on another computer -I cannot get to them now. I wrote a poem about roses, also.
Rosemary and thyme
fragrant,aromatic herbs
so divine
bf
Life as a Series of Interweavings
Amazing the spiderweb of our lives,
these thin, tendrils wrapping
you and I together,
and how improbable their intersection looks
on the surface,
No, it is no orb spider
weaving the threads that connect us,
for her patterns are far to neat,
too plannable.
Maybe we are caught by a trapdoor spider
pulling us into her lair
of inevitability.
But instead, I think,
it is a lacemaker, whirling us around
in sweetly adorned nexus points,
so that the random feelings of our encounters
are at the end,
more beautiful than we would have imagined.
2001
I very like these lines. Oh wonderful images. Great poem. Thank You.
Happy New Year All!!
Chronis (Father Time)
Mist kissed waters,
flow to a distant sea,
on the river of life.
Time touches all with age,
and mountains crumble,
as kings and pawns fall.
Be humble in the presence,
and bow to time,
accepting of your fate
Happy New Year One and ALL
Chronis (Father Time)
Mist kissed waters,
flow to a distant sea,
on the river of life.
Time touches all with age,
and mountains crumble,
as kings and pawns fall.
Be humble in the presence,
and bow to time,
accepting of your fate
Happy New Year One and ALL
Whoa, my computer is getting cut off! Its starting to hiccup!
Happy New Year to you!!! WOW I did not think I would see you.
WOO HOO!!!
Love the poem!!
fragrant scents that please
romancers of the senses
flower and herb nosegays
hope
Well, just to make sure the Lair is warm tonight to make the celebrating even more fun.
Woman
The wind is soft tonight,
caressing her face as gentle as a lover’s hand,
and she sighs softer still and shivers,
as it molds her chemise like a second skin.
She dances to the music only she can hear,
and the melody is her heartbeat unchained,
running free across the plains of her passion,
and falling into tumbling emotions, rapids of the soul.
Her smile is warm and hints at the fires within,
and she is filled with needs that seek to escape,
to find a matching echo, and burn as fierce as a falling star,
in the heart of another where she may find her center.
Moving like a dream, she flows from moment to moment,
building her self for that moment at last of release,
the final surrender to her needs, and her goal this night,
seeking only the end to the fire and the coming of peace.
Her arms move to the music, seeking the one to enclose and embrace,
the one to set the stage and bring the final curtain down,
ending this almost savage need, this aching pleasure she must endure,
teasing her senses until they make her shake with expectations.
Universes collide and stars explode, leaving soul scars to heal slow,
burns she reaches for, and welcomes as she spirals into that dark center,
hearing only the waves of her heart and the whisper of her breath,
begging the moment to hold just a second more.
Hi sweet pea!
I thought I could bring you in. ;)
Happy New Year Y'all
I hope 2006 is good to all who enter The Lair!!!
If I could write a Sonnet....
I would write of nosegays and violets,
lavendar, jasmine, honsysuckle, roses,
and the jewels of the night the stars.
I would write of comets, and shooting stars
and night skies of velvet and lovers that
climb to the stars. And kisses sweeter than wine.
If I could write a sonnet.
bentfeather
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