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Sept 20, 2009 4:46:26 GMT
Post by anoldfriend on Sept 20, 2009 4:46:26 GMT
digging
i am at the end of the line
digging
digging my future
yet each time i dig
the sand rolls in again
how silly of me
to have spent all this time
digging nothing and yet if you did not dig... there at the shore line the water forever coming again and again if you did not feel the grit of sand your hands in motion the call of the gulls over head and yet if you did not at least try this moment this motion would you have seen the sun setting against those clouds? If you did not dig, would you have found the smooth shell seen the moon rising feel the breeze on your skin? |
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Sept 20, 2009 4:47:16 GMT
Post by anoldfriend on Sept 20, 2009 4:47:16 GMT
digging
i am at the end of the line
digging
digging my future
yet each time i dig
the sand rolls in again
how silly of me
to have spent all this time
digging nothing and yet if you did not dig... there at the shore line the water forever coming again and again if you did not feel the grit of sand your hands in motion the call of the gulls over head and yet if you did not at least try this moment this motion would you have seen the sun setting against those clouds? If you did not dig, would you have found the smooth shell seen the moon rising feel the breeze on your skin? |
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Sept 20, 2009 8:21:18 GMT
Post by Adena on Sept 20, 2009 8:21:18 GMT
digging
i am at the end of the line
digging
digging my future
yet each time i dig
the sand rolls in again
how silly of me
to have spent all this time
digging nothing and yet if you did not dig... there at the shore line the water forever coming again and again if you did not feel the grit of sand your hands in motion the call of the gulls over head and yet if you did not at least try this moment this motion would you have seen the sun setting against those clouds? If you did not dig, would you have found the smooth shell seen the moon rising feel the breeze on your skin? the sea is the snake the strangling tree I am a coin lost dropped falling and for what? I see this now the leech she sucks I pull she drops I cry as I watch her fall |
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Sept 20, 2009 19:27:26 GMT
Post by tannis on Sept 20, 2009 19:27:26 GMT
Thank you Adena and anoldfriend  I always read the poems on this thread, and even if I don't respond I thank you all for posting. Adena, the image of 'the strangling tree' is very arresting. Sometimes, a situation, a relationship, an occupation, or even one's own mind can feel like a strangling tree! And anoldfriend, you are so right to point out the smooth shells, the oceanic breeze, the moonshine and the brilliant sunsets. These really are jewels worth all the digging.
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Sept 21, 2009 14:51:22 GMT
Post by Adena on Sept 21, 2009 14:51:22 GMT
Thank you Adena and anoldfriend I always read the poems on this thread, and even if I don't respond I thank you all for posting. Adena, the image of 'the strangling tree' is very arresting. Sometimes, a situation, a relationship, an occupation, or even one's own mind can feel like a strangling tree! And anoldfriend, you are so right to point out the smooth shells, the oceanic breeze, the moonshine and the brilliant sunsets. These really are jewels worth all the digging. Thanks for the compliments Tannis. I would like to be writing more, but my muse is hibernating right now. |
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Sept 22, 2009 20:27:07 GMT
Post by tannis on Sept 22, 2009 20:27:07 GMT
I would like to be writing more, but my muse is hibernating right now. ;D i am all snowed in
snowed under
curled up
and perfectly fat
soon spring will begin
and i will start over
but right now
these winter dreams
keep me so warm |
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Sept 23, 2009 3:38:51 GMT
Post by Adena on Sept 23, 2009 3:38:51 GMT
I would like to be writing more, but my muse is hibernating right now. ;D i am all snowed in
snowed under
curled up
and perfectly fat
soon spring will begin
and i will start over
but right now
these winter dreams
keep me so warmI dream that the sky is red Red with the blood that I spilt Red with the pain that I felt And so I wish for a new beginning I wish to lift my wings And fly away |
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Oct 4, 2009 1:40:40 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Oct 4, 2009 1:40:40 GMT
Poem deleted. I am so sorry...  I just wanted you to know how important you were to me...that I never forgot... |
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Oct 9, 2009 0:59:50 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 9, 2009 0:59:50 GMT
Music: Loreena McKennitt - All Souls Night (hehehe!)
Tossed so harsh on the rolling sea
Loved so much by the raging river
Kissed so sweet by the trembling sun
Held so long by the careful giver
Trees and songs and circles of candles
Tears and thoughts of things ahead
Laughs and snips of life well lived
In song of night to wake the dead
Ask for nowt but get so much
Gift of night, of shadowed tears
Dance on hate and live on memories
Remember all those times of fear
Light and love and sands of time
Talk and fear of things ahead
The sea which washes clean the tainted
In song of night to wake the dead
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Oct 10, 2009 14:04:53 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 10, 2009 14:04:53 GMT
This phenomenon so strange
The blindness to the fault
Of prodigy
And intelligence
Beyond belief
What do you really know
About your favourite pop star
Or a face on TV?
What do we
know about anyone?
Really?
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Oct 10, 2009 20:09:56 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Oct 10, 2009 20:09:56 GMT
^ Loreena is so calming. ^^ And I agree with your sentiments Adena.  |
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Oct 11, 2009 2:30:37 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 11, 2009 2:30:37 GMT
^ Loreena is so calming. ^^ And I agree with your sentiments Adena. Thank you... I think you know what that one relates to. |
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Oct 11, 2009 9:28:33 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 11, 2009 9:28:33 GMT
Two steps forward
One step back
This dying life
Too short to last
There is no meaning
There is no thought
There is no hate
There is no more
Feelings gone
Emotions dead
At the end of the earth
Which takes no prisoners
There is only love left
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Oct 11, 2009 13:39:14 GMT
Post by Al Truest on Oct 11, 2009 13:39:14 GMT
I see so much more hope in your writing Adena. Good work... |
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Oct 11, 2009 13:44:15 GMT
Post by Adena on Oct 11, 2009 13:44:15 GMT
I see so much more hope in your writing Adena. Good work... Thank you. I left love out because no matter which emotions may rule the moment, it is love, as well as reason, that rules the day. |
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I always read the poems on this thread, and even if I don't respond I thank you all for posting. Adena, the image of 'the strangling tree' is very arresting. Sometimes, a situation, a relationship, an occupation, or even one's own mind can feel like a strangling tree! And anoldfriend, you are so right to point out the smooth shells, the oceanic breeze, the moonshine and the brilliant sunsets. These really are jewels worth all the digging. 
I just wanted you to know how important you were to me...that I never forgot...
