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Author Name: Freebluefish 5 Comments
Date Added: December 27, 2005 17:12:30 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Season of Flesh Or Spirit?

 

It is hard

to whistle toward

the coming darkness

And the arrival of sinister omens

i light a naivety

deep in the unspoken regions

of my being luminous in simplicity

where no hand or body may touch….

in  transparent understanding

i make wreaths of green words

as i think of the deep cranberry stain

of your lips

wishing my simple letters

were mistletoe high

above your head…

your hair cascades in interest only

because you are not aware

who was penned these

ink creatures imps of script

without a name or chance

for your are the simple nest

that my heart longs to dwell in…

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Comment By: FreeWide Awake on February 22, 2011 11:03:17 AM Report


Your poem brought this poem to mind. :o)






EVENING WHISTLES A DIRGE




 



These are the end days

the last wisp of rays

before bitter twilight

takes hold of the land.



I watch it go down

put on its nightgown:

the day plumps its pillow

and readies for bed.



The evening arise

blinks open sly eyes

and cracks all its knuckles.

It whistles a dirge.



Then smiles the night.

I shiver with fright.

Put on my old shoes

and stretch for the sprint.



It is good for small sparrows to rest in the nest of the Lord’s hand, considering the season…



Paul said something like: Who will save me from this wretched flesh!  Join the ‘fighting against the flesh club’, Andrew :o)



Hugs,

Pamela


Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on January 2, 2006 09:18:02 PM Report
Andrew~
How lovely the words written come across the page as bright as the New Year's Moon..this is beautiful!
Hope you had a good Christmas and a Happy New Year..
Thanks for the read,great work as always!
(*Moon~
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on December 27, 2005 10:05:31 PM Report
ANDREW, ALL I CAN SAY THIS WOMAN REALLY MOVES YOUR HEART IN A STARNGE WAY!! THIS IS AWESOME!! HUGS.. AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO YOU!! ALWAYS ~ SHE
Comment By: FreeMichael on December 27, 2005 05:11:04 PM Report
I read your poem three times and I enjoyed it more with each reading. Michael
Comment By: FreeMichael on December 27, 2005 05:09:46 PM Report





 


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