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You are a bad influence, thrall - two poems in two days - lol!
This one is for you in Manhattan.....
For our traveler on the other coast
Just a New York minute, she said,
running between the raindrops.
Soaked to the skin.
Streets a sea of people.
And dark clouds overhead.
But she stopped to watch the stars,
high above the marble,
and Grand Central Station -
sighed.
And wet with rain
Tears of the sky
The Celestial body's watched
As the sea of humanity
moved gracefully by..........
the eyes but other stars,
come to earth.
and faces galaxies of thought
captured and capturing
the fragile
beauty
of humanity
A twinkling of light alive but gone
An eon of time held within
A window of life reflected
The spark of life
Shine brightly and blind me............
Whip......you realize you will have to play iron poet with me now.
thrall
yes :)
Ah, blindness of a gleaming eye
opens windows yet unseen
as heart of darkness
glimmers bright.
and souls spiral free.
Too soon the brightness fades
a pinprick in the sky
but ah
the joy of seeing
what others
seldom
see
A grace given
Where the blind may see
refractions of light
hidden within darkness
diamond clarity,
impression's dream,
the roisterous birth
of kenning,deep within the
well of midnight,
auroras gleam
sweet whisper of the
truth not meant for
ears and eyes.
But spirits
crave
Amazing, you guys rock. Talk about collaboration.
Thanks Sir_G - she is my Muse I think - she's sparked something in me that's been dormant for over 30 years (I haven't written poetry - good or bad - for that long - lol). thrall is a bad person - lol - she's corrupted me - lmao!
Yes I know exactly what you mean whippet she has done the same in me and I love her for it. My respect for her knows no bounds and she needs to know that because in life there isd nothing trivial nothing that is not important, because tommorow they or you may be gone. So again that you both for enriching my life with your great poetry.
She has a tendency to do just that but isn't she beautiful?Quote:
Originally Posted by Whippett
You two seem to fit together very well. Keep it up.
thanks Sir-G and WB - yes - we "spark" - hmmmm - there's a couple of means to that - lol - well - one thing at a time ***weg***
Lucky match. Where the hell did you find her anyhow? LOLQuote:
Originally Posted by Whippett
in a nova somewhere out in the Horse Head Cluster...but she found me - with her words
Don't tell her but she got lucky.Quote:
Originally Posted by Whippett
:D - ok WB - I won't say a word - lol
Oh, just got directed to look at this thread, and I am so glad I did! You guys just have talent pouring out of your fingertips. Thanks and I hope there is much more to come.
I give a toast
To those who travel
Intrepid in the quest
Willing wanderings
Of earthbound souls
Still unready to rest
for rest is long and dark indeed
and never finds the day.
So quaff the wine of
life
full deep.
Taste deep the fruit
and vintage.
The bitter and
the sweet.
For life is but
a moment
quickly gone.
Complex the flavor
The tannins of life
Unknown the vintage
The blood of life
the oak so gently giving
its strength, to speed the flow.
The ruby red a jewel,
spilled, heeded, on the snow.
Within the depths of winter
Deep drifts of crystal clusters
Piled high, frozen
Glistening in the morning sun
Melting and combining
Life no longer slumbers
The pristine snow sweet blemished,
becomes a crystal stream.
The knots of care unravel in
a glint
of crystal steel.
Not metal, just, but
adamantine,
forged around the soul.
Directed, led, you
follow,
alive,
in glowing
dawn.
In seconds we live
A breath of time
In fragile moments
Joyous and alive
In metal we measure
The test of the soul
In strength we live
Untarnished by life
the clicking tick of life,
falling softly on the stone.
The blood of wisdom
pooling
beside the hungry forge.
Burn up the iron,
fold it,
twist it with control.
And as the shape develops,
weakness hammered free,
a shining length emerges,
linking breath to breath.
Strong,
supple,
confining.
Tempered liberty.
In time we measure
Minuets of the mind
The days we feel
Only moments gone by
Decieved we are
the depth of time
for we barley perceive
galactic time
A minute she said
The minute has passed
Are you sure it was a minute
Or a moment of the past
the dancing tock of time
waltzing through
the aether,
counting aeons
in each passing beat.
A moment passed?
A minute?
No,
more like a life-time spent
with each breath
of nanosecond spent.
Deception deep as darkness,
fleeting as a thought.
A minute she said,
or did she
mean the beat
of a waiting
heart?