[MD] poetry

[MarshaV]

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From: "Krimel" <Krimel at Krimel.com>
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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.