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R A I N S H Y
the water clutchs
banks of clay all gleaming dampness
this mottled blackness
neath dust sparce heaven
lays bondage deco scene
tangled claw of the crime
surreptitious
and a cry of bone white
soft as a mantle
go light the single candle
tracing yard love tear tracks
rocking home to music
grown
the roots of fondness
torque develop
against the quarter
of nearness
shiny eyes ache and
follow corners in
the falling light
as sky hungry with
lavender wishs
pulls night along
like a lover through
the songs
of lullabye
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Comments
Cloudthings
Fri, 2012-03-23 09:20
And I was pulled along as
And I was pulled along as well, placid in the act of being attentive. Always love the journeys of your writing.
This almost a fairy tail, the flight of the kids to the never land. But far more subtle of course. I feel there is an immediacy also, along with the sense of spontaneity that negates a desire to have perfect grammar etc.
shiny eyes ache and
follow corners in
the falling light
as sky hungry with
lavender wishs
pulls night along
like a lover through
the songs
of lullabye
Enormously inspiring, this last especially.
Cheers
A
Cheers
Anni
My dear friend always told me "Water the seeds of joy first"
loved
Fri, 2012-03-23 10:31
You lulla bye me for sure
You lulla bye me for sure
your lovely poetry,
I do surely adore
to the core,
what's more of desire can one dream
but a lulled up poem
up the stream,
of imagination
quivering faith
as I go off to sleep
lulled by your fabulosity
ere it does keep me
in a fairyland
I do see
loved
Esker
Fri, 2012-03-23 17:57
Light in the haze
Sunlight in the mists of spring falling through the trunks
and branches making shadows on grounded things
on water alive and curling within its banks happy to
be free of ice and full of light
Like dark lines and straps binding it to earth but
always frees itself like the shadows drawn to dusk
claw of crime
how we hold onto that which is neither ours
like life like that coveted within without
let it be and to share is more the want
then the take
bone white soft as a mantle
mists of spring
the fresh clouds
the static of vision at rest
in meditation
single candle for the yard we
inhabit we walk our inner garden
of moonlight of daylight where
we place the preciousness of
fondness
I remember seeing people
rocking on their beds in the psych
to music or on the bus Comforting
to them for them
and how we twist memory down
hold on dearly when anxious times
awake the dark devils inside
the ghosts alive and well waiting
that quarter of nearness
the share we hold onto
anxious eyes roaming the room
our memory search inside
(facial recognition texts can tell
what asset of memory is being
sought just by the direction of
eye movement...truth or lie too
revealed...)
Lavender wishs That colour of dusk
calming and tranquil
and we lead our lovers if we try
soothing with words
a story a tale
sonnets of care
(although not everyone had lullabye songs
of youth song to them they have knowledge
of them...a desire for them maybe..)
thats my poem Thank You all for the comments!!
loved
Fri, 2012-03-23 23:12
This ought to be posted
as a lovely Epic.... Lulla -bye
new...
you have an insight
and in-depth of the poeticity
we ,
mostly all lack
loved
Nordic cloud
Sat, 2012-03-24 16:30
We are always entertained
We are always entertained
our senses titivated by your pen
and such stories you weave through our minds
they stay a while afterwards to haunt us.
Nordic cloud
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.