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Author Name: Freebluefish 3 Comments
Date Added: October 18, 2006 15:10:17 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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End Day Mazes

Mostly the sky walks over my head

& i sometimes saunter

upside-down to clouds

that erupt in the expanse

of blueness.


My thoughts like

a caterpillar rushes

scurries to its own  rhythms.

 it is hard sometimes or to know

where you are going,

where you are being led

what is waiting to walk with you

through  the runes of trees--

the branches of your head.


even the flowers open

in their own odd hours

turn their beauteous corners

                                                            to the attentions of sun…

even puzzling molecules seem to seep

 into the chanting crannies

of words unspoken

like  a new moon

             lost in the depths of trust …


even the robins & thrush

seem unable to follow

the logic of a map

or the path of a curious string

as they weave notes in the pulsating winds…

Perhaps i have not

mastered the craft

of knowing where i am going

in the sworl of galaxies

the Great Lord has made.

i can only peruse

the words that lead

through the maze of speaking

polish favorite scriptures

in my inward core.


For silence is suggested

as a butterfly brushes my cheek

with a wingtip beyond meaning

for my faith needs no description.

Author's Notes:
Doe anyone think "

My thoughts like

a caterpillar rushes

scurries to its own  rhythms" is cliche?
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Comment By: FreeMoon Fairy on October 18, 2006 09:32:46 PM Report
Cliche? ...far from it!..I agree with the other two comments you've recieved.
Beautifully written my friend, you always have a fresh and wonderful uniqueness in your
writes. Maybe thats why its always a real treat for me to sit and read your work over and
over again...
Please never stop have a truly special gift!

Comment By: FreeHeike on October 18, 2006 05:12:18 PM Report
I agree with Pamela, there is no cliché whatsoever in your poems.
Another fascinating walk through your mind, Andrew, and the last line
"for my faith needs no description"
sums it up brilliantly.

Comment By: FreeWide Awake on October 18, 2006 05:00:00 PM Report could not do "cliched" if you TRIED :o) lol...Just not you~

Whomever told you that was cliched must come from another planet,,,cause I have never heard this used before...definitely nothing tired, old or used in here...anywhere :o)

Little Fox~


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