...on writing,
I came late
to the dawning of her words
weaving so wistfully
amid pungent aromas;
soft earthen hills,
moist green pastures
soaring into bright air.
I want to rest,
as a small child,
hour upon hour on my back,
gazing into these clearing skies;
azure strokes rushing upon
my imaginations.
Each view,
each reading of her
illusive literature, washes over me
and carries my conscious thought
along brown swollen streams
devastating all ideas
I once held as true;
sweeping into explosions,
iridescent lightning swarms.
I am, repeatedly,
left in awe of her presence.
I leave wishes under my pillow,
prayers, to write as elegantly
as I see released
within my quiet dreamings.
I came here, late;
arriving unprepared
but elated, in finding
her invitation.
~r.
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© March 2006
R.Braley (astralshepherd)
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Written March 29th, 2006
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A very beautiful poem. Smooth to read and full of joy in the art of reading and writing.
Lovely.
John -
This poem invited us in to such a gentle peaceful realm. If we could all come from that place of peace what a different world it could become. So inviting for the meak and the humble.
Lovely
Tara
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I am never ever disappointed by your words...but I am ALWAYS amazed at your eloquent pen. You have such a poetic soul, and it is such a pleasure and blessing to read your heart.
Sam
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Ah...geeze louise, I was gonna say the same thing-honest Richard, I was!!!!! Word for word.
I am surprised that you feel like your muse came later in life-how did you contain all this talent-it had to ooze out somewhere. You will always have a standing invitation in my book-it's always a pleasure to read your works. I feel honored to even know you
vj
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Subdued brilliance
Ah, she the Muse, the wondrous and everlasting Spinster and Spinner, evasive yet so near, so near, mesmerizing his soul to dream such beauty, feeding him views of love, syllable by syllable, word by word, phrase by phrase, sentence by sentence, stanza by stanza -- poem by poem. Writing his soul, this Poet made whole, writing his love of writing of love.
This must be one of THE most beautiful, cautious and tender poems I've read on the workings of the Muse. I am in awe. Thank you Richard, for the privilege.
Myra -
Beautiully done
This was an excellant write my dear freind. You did a great job. I love it. You are a writter at heart and I like your work. I enjoy reading them when I see your name come up on my favorite. Keep up the good work.
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