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On Sunday Afternoon









Just silence Lord,
a creek and path
a shallow ford
the boards I balance on;
That flax  in golden fields
I border on,
These wheels,
This all that’s next to last.

Just quiet, Lord,
These noisy butterflies
The angry sparrow in the tree,
or limbs I clamber on,
A vast that lingers willingly
on the nearer side of last.

Just Noise, Lord
An endless cackled phony.
White bright searing sanctimony.
Rolling through the deepest depths
Conclude the misconstrued, and strewn
Like leaves about the lawn these stars
And gowns and symphonies;
Let loose to pound about my sagging skin,

And then this last,
Hot hands to the cold water, touched,
Staightened, marched on,
Water leaking in my boots,
They’ll dry out soon.
 







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Written August 4th, 2003

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  • juno0404
    December 19, 2007

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    It;s amazing what the mind can conceive,
    it's even more amazing when you can communicate
    your thoughts with such clarity.

    Just quiet, Lord,
    "These noisy butterflies
    The angry sparrow in the tree,
    or limbs I clamber on,
    A vast that lingers willingly
    on the nearer side of last. "

    Until this moment I have never seen butterflies
    as noisy or a sparrow as angry.
    You kept my interest the whole way through.
    Good,very good indeed.



  • FindinSoundInSilence
    December 19, 2007

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    interesting. while reading , i could see in all infront of my eyes... . there's lots of thought to it. it calms the soul.
    I think the ending is kind of strange. it end to sudden, i think.
    It;s a beautiful poem.
    good luck in the contest!

  • Papagallo
    December 19, 2007
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    9

    i do like sunday mornings. Your poem reminded me of the song "sunday morning comming down"


  • Sesheta
    December 18, 2007

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    Mmmm...words to inhale...simple images brought forth in my mind...with not so simple words! Beautiful middle stanzas, and the end...tickles me pink


  • April 12, 2005
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    lute i like this one write more like it.


  • Desiree Darkk
    March 2, 2004
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    The words just roll off the tongue.
    Edited on Mar 03, 2:36 because ''.


  • Danna Hobart
    August 8, 2003
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    Brilliant piece... I love the images, the sensations... I felt the numbness, and the anger and finally the submission...


  • Blushfulmoon silver member
    August 7, 2003
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    What a beautiful poem this was
    And inspirational indeed
    I just posted a nature one earlier
    Ky Dressed in Green
    You might like it
    Do come see me won't you
    Blessings
    Susan~~~`


  • Harlequin Bunny
    August 7, 2003
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    nothing but static, a passing sound like the stars falling from the sky .. everything has it's time, and passes, and the gods/Lord watches on casually, the only constant as we buzz by like bees .. we sting, and we die, and that is that.
    Those are my thoughts on this poem .. it's gorgeous, and very intriguing .. it's definately something inspirational ..


  • poetryality silver member
    August 6, 2003
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    Exquisite

    I heard the "these noisy butterfies" which are usually very quiet creatures, but your poetic expousing made me understand each and every word. You are an exquisite writer. Thank you for your words!!!

    Peace------?Poetryality


  • twisted butterfly
    August 6, 2003
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    I have to be honest and say, usually a poem with the word lord in, will have me clicking the next button very very quickly. Its a credit to your talent in writing that I stayed and read this, and to my surprise, found i actually liked it.

    Lisa x


  • Manicmuze
    August 5, 2003
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    As I was reading this, i kept wondering what it would sound like without the "this's, that's, and these's" ... if "those" lol, could be eliminated somehow and what it would do to the overall sound of the poem...

    "Just silence Lord,
    a creek, a path,
    a shallow ford
    the boards I balance on" just an example of what i'm thinking... hmm....

    I really like all the action in this poem and the beautiful images of nature... very nice.

    Enjoyed it,
    ~ Wendy


  • August 5, 2003
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    don\'t touch

    very beautiful. mmm... yes, very lovely.

  • Odyssey
    August 5, 2003
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    "Conclude the misconstrued, and strewn
    Like leaves about the lawn these stars
    And gowns and symphonies;
    Let loose to pound about my sagging skin"

    Baring their green backs to a fading sun
    are my memories, hanging from the knarled limbs
    of life's tree adorn...
    ...Whisper wondering to me
    worsening the echoes in the halls...

    ~ sighs ~ lol yes lovely. Inspiring.
    Edited on Aug 05, 6:34 because ''.

  • Valkricry
    August 4, 2003
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    hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....sometimes, we feel how mortal we really are... Val


  • myrataal silver member
    August 4, 2003
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    Oh. Lovely beyond words. Lovely beyond dreams. Lovely beyond the content of mortality. Loveliness reaching inside Sanctified Love.

    Thank you, Lute.

    Myra

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