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mist

there is this woman
that breathes
with bluebonnets
& the red
painted like faces
of canyons

i bring her
into my lungs
& she feathers my soul
that flash of lightning
on a still night

she washes the mystic
in streams of thought
& the pebble in the sky
casts shadows
of hands
in earth

i rise
with the dust
of my sister
& the poppies of july
when the snow
is silent

atop the mountain
i hear
the great tongues
& my eyes bend
with indian paintbrushes
in the valley
with her
spiritous mist

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  • onerios13
    June 12, 2007

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    i rise
    with the dust
    of my sister
    & the poppies of july
    when the snow
    is silent


    Wow.

    Be still my southern beatin' heart. Damn. Now THIS is poetry. I'm suddenly very very very very jealous...lol.

    This was shiny.


  • Frozentearz
    June 9, 2007

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    Congratulations on your H.M. I am going to have to take a look and see who beat you out on this one,
    for I think you have so broadly expressed with wonderful imagery of her within this write,
    A delight to read,
    Many Blessings,
    Frozentearz


  • Star Shine
    June 9, 2007

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    Timeless

    This is a classic psalm so rich with images of nature and geography, I cannot think of a more honorable tribute. Bravo.


  • CarolDesjarlais silver member
    June 8, 2007

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    OMG, how honored I am.... my friend, you words stun me, silent.... I will read this over and over and then make my moves to become what it is you write of. ty so much...


  • Night Hope gold member
    June 8, 2007

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    "there is this woman
    that breathes
    with bluebonnets
    & the red
    painted like faces
    of canyons

    i bring her
    into my lungs
    & she feathers my soul
    that flash of lightning
    on a still night"

    You knew I'd love this one, Muddy. So will Carol. Please IM her with permission to post it on her official website; she wants 'em all & I don't blame her a bit. This is a beautiful portrait of TWO lovely souls; both hers & yours, dear Scribe. Thank you for entering, Richard. Good luck in the contest, my Friend. Wanderer


  • marc creamore
    June 8, 2007

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    Muddy . . . this is an incredibly beautiful portrait of our dear sister . . . your use of imagery in this one is stunning!!!!! Once again I have to commend you for the delicate musicality you seem to weave with words . . . AWESOME,brother, AWESOME!!!!!!

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