[MD] poetry

[MarshaV]

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From: "MarshaV" <marshalz at charter.net>
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Sent: Thursday, August 14, 2008 8:31 AM
Subject: Re: [MD] poetry


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> ----- Original Message ----- 
> From: "Krimel" <Krimel at Krimel.com>
> To: <moq_discuss at moqtalk.org>
> 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.   
> 
> 
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