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Posted: 2/28/2008 11:55:20 PM | hear the rain
like music from a far planet
see this day
with gray light leaking from the sky
taste me
vast, opened, hollowed out
a cave facing impermanence of life
forever the gray sky has poured thru me
i am the window breaking
i am the pieces of myself falling to the ground
nothing lasts forever
pain is a feeling like every other feeling
there are so many ways to die
brutal or graceful
silent as blood through plastic tubes
loud as the siren wounding word
come
come
climb inside me
wear me like a coat
wear me like the air
touch me like i am still alive
love me before i die
give me crutches that i might walk again
into the white night, no light
just snow
just snow
snow in the wind
this is how the dead return
gracefully and with no footprint | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 12:32:30 AM | Silverswan...you've left so many wonderful writes around the pond
I wonder if you'd gather them up and place them here
For those of us who so enjoying reading them | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 9:11:33 AM | Thank you Salty. I guess that is what I will do then, start picking up the pieces of me left all over the place.
when i think of spring
i think not of the first robin
but the first buzzing bee,
oer my azaleas
or the first slimey peeper
down by the brook
those somewhat pesky critters
no one particularly ever notices
the first glimpse of
but whose sound escorts us
to the hidden places
deep within a pistil
deep within the reeds
those inner spaces
that lead me somewhere else
someplace closer
to the truth | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 4:18:21 PM | Hi Swan, I get lost in your writes. Thank you for sharing.  | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 8:30:08 PM | Silverswan:
Indeed. Your poetic words are touching. Verily, encouraged.
TBK. | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 9:08:47 PM | oh my.
thank you all for such kind words.
i feel truly humbled and hope you will continue to drop by and share your poems
so many loved ones
have pushed off my from my heart
like boats from a shore
under the cold stone of moon's light
i gather the lace of loss
its intricate patterns of sorrow and pain
quite dangerous in these insomniac small hours
while the moon kisses the tree tops
the only comfort is to pretend we are all at sea
in our boats - broad shallow and long as we slowly move forward
each of us an oar
each of us the rudder for the other | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 9:18:42 PM | Silverswan, lovely words! I feel like I know you, somehow.
the only comfort is to pretend we are all at sea
in our boats - broad shallow and long as we slowly move forward
each of us an oar
each of us the rudder for the other
This is simply lovely, all I can say.
Lovliness does live here,
reminded of this everyday!
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Posted: 2/29/2008 10:00:46 PM | mmmmmy
we of a certain age
are all like onions
many layered
comprised of spirals
with a center that
has a new green bud
that remembers
where the spirals were born
where our layers
laughed with like souls
all of our lives | |
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mmmmmy
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Joined: 2/11/2008
Msg: 10 | |
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Posted: 2/29/2008 10:07:23 PM |  Reversing the Spell...
Something I feel
Knowing I can see you
me!
Laughter lives
like empires
like dreams
Forever seeking
learning
Mind is an amazing
empire
All you seek, all the Power!
Souls admire.
A Mighty steed
heart on fire
filled of desire
Only Hope
Brings
Mighty Steeds.
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Posted: 3/1/2008 5:22:57 AM | [Morning Swan. I'm not the best poet around but this came to me.]
Welcome to my home
my walls are made of stone
When you come to visit here
you never have to fear
There are empty rooms galore
just go and find a door
Please fill the space inside
where loved ones did reside
The chills run up my skin
as you all come in
Bringing .... life's sweet song
no longer am I alone.
This spell was cast on me
My eyes ... they could not see
Not one single soul to tell
I had to try to reverse the spell ....
[You move me to action] | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 5:52:09 AM | Paper Kings
A hand appears you take the chance
as all across the sky you dance
the earth below a flash of ant ridden things
then hear a scream and know its you
while the falling seems like all you do
jerking back, the fear that weary brings
til morning lights a twisted tale
the eyes a bruise, the skin so pale,
to cry we heard the song a last sigh sings
from all or nothing we arose
foot on neck or path we chose
masters for a moment, paper kings | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 6:47:52 AM |  
Oh the dearest of the Swan
driving by the pier
I see you gracefuly there
floating in a piece of the sea
inspiring one and all, including me
bringing their songs
with such Beauty and Love
"Reversing the Spell"!!!!............
How awesome this day
me finding you while take'n a break
from the Beau
I feel your wings caressing my skin
Dearest Swan Love seeing your thread in this pond!!!..........  | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 3:00:29 PM | mary - now it feels like a home with you here...thank you so much for your kind thoughts.... hope the beau now has you firmly in his arms again 
transcend - "you take a chance as all across the sky you dance"..... that sent me into dreams spinning and soaring amid the clouds, what a lovely image.... to feel like queen of the air after this lifetime being a slave on the ground....but I for one would settle for that one moment of being a paper king, yes I would, for the heel at my neck needs to know I did not succomb, nor bow, nor lose my fire of desire.
last but not ever least, 123.... are those truely the infamous bluebonnets behind you???? have always wanted to see fields of them, thank you for gifting them to me, for taking that room where loved ones once resided, and filling it with a new friend, a wondrous voice of strength and courage. that was a wonderful poem, thank you so very much for joining me in reversing the spell, it is so much easier together, don't you think?????
we'll all skirt past the hem of night,
the damage stitched to darkness-
doubled the shadow falling across the other
we feel the shape of us
the form darkly on the other
and find there us
and the new world of light
that we have won | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 3:25:17 PM | i am searching for
a kindess of spirit
gentle as the breeze
light on the heart
a twinkle in the eye
a loving spirit
who does not mold
or condemn
but accepts with
love and compassion
a peaceful spirit
understanding
hopeful
a dreamer of life
i am searching
am searching
searching
(silver, i love your thread..beautiful writes here...) | |
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Posted: 3/1/2008 3:59:51 PM | | Thank you rose!!! Alas I fear we seek that which might be extinct, or at the very least, on the endangered species list... well, at least at my age range, they're all captured, under house arrest and that twinkle in eye hones in on thirty-somethings. We will keep our doors open and our eyes peeled for the possible..... sometimes fate gets a taste for us when we least expect it...and takes a bite of us!!!! | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 6:46:38 AM | age
let me do it
if not with grace
then with a
smile
no botox injections
nor rearranging my body
making me look
fake
let me honor
who i have
become
gratefully
the wrinkles
are badges
of a life
lived
and the saggy
parts of
my body
makes me chuckle
oh, the babes
that did nurse
and then blossom
into beings
to reach the
pinnacle of life
after the tough
journey up
smiling at
the landscape
the beauty that was
and will be
oh, there are
many years left
to be lived, honored
and loved
let me do it
if not with grace
then with a
smile | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 8:01:58 AM | rose, that was beautiful, simply and sweetly so beautiful
Isn't it the truth?
So often those who
are young and beautiful
know nothing of either
my eyes worn and weary
behold the steady progression of time
and this natural decline
and see I have never been more beautiful
I must see what I am afraid to see
I must love what I have become
and honor my honorable scars
luminous traces of pain survived. | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 8:35:19 AM | yep swan...it is the truth!!..
and you do so inspired....
thank you.
r. | |
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Posted: 3/2/2008 5:27:27 PM | There is this sense of landing
of seeing thru the ediface
to what really matters
don't make me explain just why
I hear the sirens now
when I never did before
nor why i refuse to blink
in the brittle climate of hope | |
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Posted: 3/3/2008 8:21:42 PM | i used to...
i used to live my life
waiting
for something to happen
and when it didn't
i was disappointed
i used to live my life
worrying
for the other shoe
to fall
sometimes it didn't
i used to live my life
judging
people, places and things
i had an opinion
and wanted it heard
oh, but a waste of time
so much controversy
was simply between
my ears
i have become
humbled
accepting
happy
(swan..."the brittle climate of hope" is brilliant.) | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 6:29:53 AM | Thanks so much Rose. I'm glad you liked that - once in awhile I find the perfect words that fall into the perfect place , a perfect picture of what I feel.
Yes, we do reach a destination of valuing the simple softness of acceptance. You worded it well.
Can this fix me?
Rearranging these flowers?
The furniture?
Will my soul calligraphy
cast a glow or knit me whole
from carnage and crumpled dust
or build me a parapet
defying air? | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 10:38:14 AM | Ive admired your way with words since i first flopped into the pond,
glad to see you finally crank up your own thread
all of your writtings have such style and way about them but the following i read from the first post on here just linger with me -
taste me
vast, opened, hollowed out
a cave facing impermanence of life
look forward to reading more as this thread thrives.  | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 3:04:08 PM | (Hi Swan)
Pieces here ..... Pieces there
wouldn't think they were much good for anything
lieing there discarded on the floor
In the right hands .... with a magical eye
together the pieces ... starting to tie
a completed quilt of you. | |
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Posted: 3/7/2008 4:26:50 PM | words are potent
so softly spoken
imagines dance
in my brain
silently
then unexpectedly i hear
powerful images
entering my
mind
suddenly creating thoughts
i had not imagined
before i read
his words
r. | |
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