-----Original Message----- From: MarshaV [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] Sent: Thursday, August 14, 2008 8:39 AM To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Subject: Re: [MD] poetry
----- Original Message ----- From: "MarshaV" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> Sent: Thursday, August 14, 2008 8:31 AM Subject: Re: [MD] poetry > > ----- Original Message ----- > From: "Krimel" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > To: <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > Sent: Thursday, August 14, 2008 8:15 AM > Subject: Re: [MD] poetry > > >>>>> >>>>> The bright moon, >>>>> the wind moves leaves - >>>>> geese not seen. >>>>> >>>>> Flight across the pond, well met >>>>> A being bigger than names >>>>> >>>>> raindrops on the roof >>>>> dead leaf oceans scattering >>>>> who knocks at the door? >>>>> >>>>> Weeping willow, strong old oak, >>>>> fire dancing from ancient skies. >>>>> >>>>> Fresh sweet cool air >>>>> Solid comfort >>>>> Deep stillness within the rush >>>>> >>>>> Here..., It..., Is..., desiring, >>>>> galaxies, and swollen breasts. >>>>> >>>>> the wind stirs >>>>> sick, achy, resting >>>>> quiet sun shines >>>>> >>>>> Change flowers in the wanting >>>>> Petals inform beauty, grace >>>>> >>>>> In milky way embrace >>>>> Lustful Impassioned ethereal whisps >>>>> Of angels breath in starry skies >>>>> >>>>> Nothing, her darkness shining, >>>>> words unwritten, waves unseen. >>>>> >>>>> Her hair hung lovely as >>>>> the autumns dusk, >>>>> Her eyes dark almonds >>>>> >>>>> ...by a neurosurgical stroke so fine >>>>> I find myself completely out of my mind.. >>>>> >>>>> clouds and blue, >>>>> earth dripping cold water >>>>> - Get over it now! >>>>> >>>>> Laughing, calling, babbling, >>>>> this river flows well. >>>>> >>>>> unseen beneath trees >>>>> flowing ocean >>>>> of Glowing tune of autumn >>>>> >>>>> dreaming of approval, approval, approval >>>>> the starving child who never sleeps >>>>> >>>>> on my PC, >>>>> hours pass like minutes pass like seconds on my >>>>> PC. my childs weeping in his sleep >>>>> >>>>> Leaf drops overhead >>>>> - I move out of the way. >>>>> >>>>> Into a future without flow, >>>>> under a sky no longer blue, >>>>> but with its calling no less true. >>>>> >>>>> I wrote for you then, like Cyrano, >>>>> Words I would never speak. >>>>> >>>>> the autumn leaves pile by the door >>>>> I almost hear the rustle of her dress >>>>> how can I bring my aching heart to rest >>>>> >>>>> Skin is green, wart on her nose, >>>>> bitchy as hell, has webbed toes. >>>>> >>>>> one gray squirrel now five, >>>>> stomach fur, snow lays, teeth push, >>>>> - more white by the moment! >>>>> >>>>> a preview of things to come, >>>>> as the dog takes in the heat. >>>>> >>>>> Cold night, cold light, >>>>> thoughts falling from the trees. >>>>> Wind chimes, rabbit rhythms, dancing sea. >>>>> >>>>> reborn now, chimeric, chameleonic >>>>> a goddess, she thought was she >>>>> >>>>> Poetic stereotypes, often called tropes, >>>>> Include things like women, graphic pain, >>>>> and darkness. >>>>> >>>>> On the edge of a long fall, >>>>> breathing you, memory and dream. >>>>> >>>>> Creativities code... >>>>> Art must do! >>>>> What art does! >>>>> >>>>> in this quietness >>>>> - what ya doin'! >>>>> >>>>> island of senses, She sighs, >>>>> Isness shines and sings, >>>>> slowly to See. Ecstasy... >>>>> >>>>> Is your world stale? >>>>> Colors, poems - beautify!!!! >>>>> >>>>> When I die, let it be >>>>> calling for Her. >>>>> Ma, Mother of all names. >>>>> >>>>> Small hand searching for treasure. >>>>> Placing it on your heart. There! >>>>> >>>>> Giggle the time scale and rocks roll. >>>>> Mountains, crumble and erode >>>>> The fractal forms of valleys flow >>>>> >>>>> All things cleave and shatter >>>>> Zoom in, Zoom out, refocus. >>>>> >>>>> Night smoke smelled >>>>> Chimney's burning long >>>>> - snow is icy. >>>>> >>>>> Spring winds in the trees now, >>>>> Cold then warm then... >>>>> >>>>> A germ on the pincer of mite >>>>> On the leg of an ant on the back of an elephant >>>>> Climbs a mountain like a pimple on the planet >>>>> >>>>> When things cleave they only matter >>>>> If you zoom in, zoom out and refocus. >>>>> >>>>> hocus-pocus, distorted locus >>>>> only has meaning >>>>> when out of focus >>>>> >>>>> Focused is as focused does >>>>> When contemplating navel fuzz >>>> >>>> A smile unveils the white of budding teeth >>>> And belies the sleepless nights >>>> That brought them to light screaming >>>> >>>> the dream is now lived - a niche! >>>> I can now express this way. >>>> >>> A skip of faith, >>> as mystical as can be, >>> think, and you will see. >>> >>> Or leap across a chasm >>> And fritter your days free falling >>> >> A ripcord to paint, >> to see and to pull, >> better than missing the bull. >> >> Shall we dash our heads or skin our knees? >> Are we grounded or living a fantasy? >> > > Mysticism is the point, > a "skip of faith" > as you'd anoint. > Faith is the point that I'd concede The question is really; how much do you need? 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