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I used to drift with the changing seasons, and I saw you there- while the hourglass kept its staccato drips- not long before you showed me how to dance with the sacred rhythms that held my soul captive. I was there- as the hourglass counts the passing moments . Patiently, I watched as your shadow intently looked over rubbles and stained fragments- moments left behind by the present that never stops. I felt the raging breath of your soul- consumed with blaze of desire so intense- to recapture the splendor once imprinted on the face of an emblem- now, faded. Believe that I have been there, like the grains of sand in the hourglass- eternally drifting with you- in every turning point of the changing seasons. ©2009leofinajanegalleta All Rights Reserved. NOTE: "Poetry can be a "means" as well as an art- (reminds me of something that I read about poetry being not practical and useful, which i regard as otherwise. I just can't recall the exact article..) Admittedly, I have been guilty of using this medium "selfishly" sometimes- like "sending messages"- by throwing my thoughts to the wind or, like writing a letter to an old friend- especially when one is in doubt, confused, or troubled- and the communication lines doesn't seem to be accessible, :-)...there goes my poetic ramblings for today, :-)"Last edited by drippingmind : 30-05-09 at 21:14. Reason: uhh.. just added a note- plus a little bit of reconstruction.. i posted this one in a rush last night, :-) |
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hmmm...i will think on this...and come back again and again...jc
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Well, was just contemplating about now fine and fragile the thread of communication and agreement in understanding between humans, sometimes- how differences of contexts affects 'the giver"-as well as "the receiving end"- how sometimes, one's chosing apparently becomes a "concern" for another- which might easily become an unconscious way of stepping on to another person's shoes already- .. uhh, am just rambling here, lol!:-) |
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throwing thoughts, sewing grace, planting seeds, expressing inner thought,
another excellent write, with insinuations of my perception, exactly ![]()
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Patiently, I watched as
your shadow- intently looked over rubbles and stained fragments communication sometimes gets misplaced even among the stars kudos
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![]() Cherokee Prayer Blessing May the Warm Winds of Heaven Blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit Bless all who enter there. May your Mocassins Make happy tracks in many snows, and may the Rainbow Always touch your shoulder. ![]()
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Wonderful write Jane...
sometimes we are all too caught up in the past I think -- raging over what was while the precious moments slip by. Your assertion of support... of being there in all those times was I think comforting... I particularly liked that part: Quote:
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you are my love and my life, you are my inspiration. ~Chicago
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... Okay. :-) I was contemplating about relationships in general- and how strong essential factors fit into the picture- when I think about it, even in challenging circumstances like having disputes, misunderstanding,etc.- one single thing seem to be a constant factor...and that is love- people get hurt, learn to hate something, want to get away from something, because of loving- of caring too much... |
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Am more than thankful, really..:-) cheers, Jane |
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