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Posted: 11/4/2008 11:10:56 PM | So. I lost myself in "Crime and Punishment". I will not attempt Fydor's last name and spelling. Maybe his first too. Grant me the time to read more!
Upon his last breath, windows iced merrily
Fire burned the same as yesterday
but this was his eye in the space
left free by the ice
here, fitfully a chickadee danced
on this branch, then the next, his eye
spoke the beginning December light
then beyond, his eye caught the field
he loved intimately, hands ready
welcoming his final flight. (Irene) | |
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Posted: 11/5/2008 4:16:02 AM | | 60t0 70: I was mesmerized by the metaphysical brilliance of this but am puzzled by the parenthetical "Irene" at the end. Would you elaborate, please? | |
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Posted: 11/5/2008 10:53:52 PM | Goodnite Irene (me)
little soldier on my lap
his beginnings have nothing to do
with this solid spirit I freely witness
Life favours you, you do not know
your gaze eludes most
I, for one celebrate your fiery rigour.
Off to bed. Little soldier is Russian adoptee in my life. | |
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Posted: 11/7/2008 4:40:39 AM | | Dear 6Oto 7O, I've come back to this jewel several times, always previously trying to get it to yield a little more of its mystery but finally I accept it as the perfectly self-contained thing it is. Thank you! | |
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Posted: 11/7/2008 11:53:45 PM | Her stocking carefully pulled
but her eyes filled with pain
released a single tear
bent to do her task
if upright, she would stop
she never talked her marriage
an indrawn breath
she rose hesitantly
took with gravity
the moment he left
she finally knew who he was. | |
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Posted: 11/8/2008 3:08:47 AM |
the moment he left
she finally knew who he was.
That is heartbreaking, a 3-act drama condensed into 2 lines! | |
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Posted: 11/8/2008 11:20:25 AM | soft, my lover calls
I wear his passion like pearls
reflecting moonlight
Cassiopeia
bound by her heavenly crown
spanning continents
Ancient Travelers
distance bridged by points of light
star-stung connections
how close we are now
each gazing at the same star
unbroken passion | |
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Posted: 11/8/2008 12:00:49 PM | soft, my lover calls
I wear his passion like pearls
reflecting moonlight
Cassiopeia
bound by her heavenly crown
spanning continents
Ancient Travelers
distance bridged by points of light
star-stung connections
how close we are now
each gazing at the same star
unbroken passion
ahhh, that smoldering quality you capture in this one, DraigAine... nice pen... | |
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| Song
Posted: 11/8/2008 11:11:15 PM | Notes sung
chilling purity
clarity
tears welled
and at that moment in time
I understood
I dissolved into the sound
bathed myself
immersed myself
almost drowned
walked away from the time
yet the sound resonates
still
I will go back
my soul yearns it
my heart demands it
my head usually overules
my heart
but...this time
I will permit it
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| Song
Posted: 11/9/2008 2:57:04 AM |
but...this time
I will permit it
Oh, my dear Pickles, I hope he's worthy of you!  | |
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Posted: 11/9/2008 10:36:23 AM | this is a rough draft...think I'll leave it for a few days or weeks and come back to it...
between seasons
between seasons
I've been alone
for various reasons
does the fault lie internally?
all that I know
is I'm in the picture
wherever I go
I've made such a mess
of love in the past
I sift for reasons
it may not last
unless I'm sure
I keep my heart
do I move too slowly
for love to start?
is there any man
who can soothe my apprehension
not trigger intuition
do I share my heart with strangers
till nothing is left?
anonymity is a danger
to strangeness like mine
I tend toward detachment
in physical time
Man is an earthquake
tumble my walls
and level my reasons
and all the pitfalls
'cause I'm between seasons
Ls 11/09/08 | |
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| Song
Posted: 11/9/2008 10:57:25 AM | | You may be between seasons, dear Brizo or, on the other hand, you may have discovered a fifth, sixth or seventh season... | |
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| Song
Posted: 11/9/2008 6:17:46 PM | The mask perfected
no visible cracks appear
even though the day to day wear
is taking it's toll.
Behind the laughter
the apparent joie de vivre
is a soul without joy
an automaton
grinding gears
going through the motions.
No one knows
why would they?
years spent perfecting
a persona
fine tuned and flawless
to the naked eye.
Behind doors
locked
behind curtains
drawn
only then
does the pain of life appear
mirrored in eyes
so clear yet clouded
a smile so wide yet trembling.
Silent sobs
wracking a body
dry heaves that
tear the heart apart.
Sorrows and solitude
bedmates this night
as usual
Sorrow masked again at dawn
so the cycle begins again
and again
and again | |
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Posted: 11/9/2008 11:10:05 PM | time fleets and the air scents of age
trees from saplings reach to the heavens
in wisdom I too stand statuesque
reaching for what I cannot see
while I wither from one I knew
somewhere in a torn page of life
my mind still renders pastels of view
the child I was the child I knew
after all this time | |
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Posted: 11/10/2008 3:57:02 AM |
the child I was the child I knew
after all this time
I found especially moving! Thanks. | |
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| Song
Posted: 11/10/2008 7:34:56 PM | I tucked myself under your shadow
it wasn't planned
no thought given at all
but when I saw your shadow on the wall
it made perfect sense
now I follow you
move when you do
ripple and play
in your day life
fade with dusk and it's purples
'till night navy blue
consumes your shadow
then me
then finally...
you | |
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Posted: 11/11/2008 4:42:28 AM |
then me
then finally...
you
Much as I like the whole of this I wonder if the end might not be stronger if it were:
then me
then finally...
us | |
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Posted: 11/11/2008 11:36:20 AM | Thanks me old china......
I agree
C xo | |
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| Song
Posted: 11/16/2008 8:22:43 AM | I listened as the sound unfurled
sweet notes held for a beat
then loosed to soar
each phrase building, growing
the intensity almost unbearable
abruptly it ended
I held my breath
disappointment bubbling
threatening to rise
like bitter bile
Then as a Phoenix rising
you sang
rivers of sound so beautiful
so wonderful that
tears fell unbidden
fell almost in unison
with the purity of your voice
finally there was no more
just thunderous applause
and a song carried forever
inside me | |
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Posted: 11/16/2008 12:27:36 PM |
I listened as the sound unfurled
sweet notes held for a beat
then loosed to soar
each phrase building, growing
the intensity almost unbearable
abruptly it ended
I held my breath
disappointment bubbling
threatening to rise
like bitter bile
Then as a Phoenix rising
you sang
rivers of sound so beautiful
so wonderful that
tears fell unbidden
fell almost in unison
with the purity of your voice
finally there was no more
just thunderous applause
and a song carried forever
inside me/quote]
This seems to rise in unison with the experience of the song you describe. | |
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Posted: 11/17/2008 7:03:31 AM | Was at an amazing recital....just inspirational
Thanks for the comments cher ami
Bisous xo | |
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Posted: 11/19/2008 9:34:13 PM | My mind is in sleep mode
I hover in that half light wakefulness
waiting
I used to wait for the sound of a key
it meant you were home
safe...for now
I spent time waiting for love
thinking it would come
one day
like a prince in a fairy tale
now I wait
for the shrill shriek of my alarm
the signal that the time has come
there is no turning back
today there is no waiting room | |
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| Song
Posted: 11/19/2008 9:39:34 PM | I am sad beyond belief
that this should happen to you
my dear friend
Can I sit with you and wait?
May I hold your hand
comfort you?
I am confidant that it will be so
that you will lift
your lines on your worried brow
that you will smile again
and joke about the "then"
that WILL happen
but for now
can I sit with you and wait?
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Posted: 11/20/2008 7:17:33 AM | | Dear Pickles, chere amie, it isn't at all clear to whom your 1041 is addressed? Someone who posted here before you, I assume? Or to the "you" of 1040, seated in her waiting room? | |
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Posted: 11/20/2008 4:17:59 PM | Not connected darlin'
1041...to the mother of a young woman who is having a Mastectomy tomorrow | |
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