Rain upon concrete wears the bone
drains feelings to the sea, steals the salt,
no relief for soil or plant, no touch for release
drought or 'plaint to give rise to bursting fruit.
Lips so full of love’s sweet taste will lie
await or go to waste if not met by secrets shared
dreams raised in the soul. We are changed
by the rush and toss of touch. In this world,
where river’s run cuts canyon ‘cross 'scape
leaves delta thick and rich for farmers till ~
we are spun, undone and re-sculpted by touch.
Gifted or cursed, filled with verse, erupting
through seams with dreams ~ humans are defined
refined by grace and fall, by desert and forest
all finds a way to the inner divine. Playful
glance or falling blow, the touches, cost or boon
reshape the souls bloom and spirits form within
the shell of flesh to which a child is born.
How shall you be known?
By the touch given, the fruit or thistles grown.
Claim it doesn’t matter, what difference
does a forest’s fall, bloom crushed or deserts formed ~
we know when we’re cursed.
Touch for growth, the garden grown, this song so often
sung we forget to listen to how it goes, yet,
we open our doors, want this person to grace our homes.
It is all a dance, whether in congress or all alone, changes
coursed upon the spirit by every touch you’ve ever known.
As the river sings for the sea, shall you damn in greed
spread the seed or sing a song to the death of the last bee.
Every touch is sacred. Every way you be. In the end
you judge yourself for the path you walked and life lived.
2:03 PM
09/13/07
Alexandria, VA
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Wow
Oh this is beautiful and so so deep. There's such amazing imagery in this, and the lexis is truly fabulous. You are lucky to have such a great talent!
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Now, I am touched by the compliment. I am not sure that I should be held so high for I realize how much I have left to learn. As long as you can see people who write you would learn from, an ache in your plexis that cries to create, a song that never is satisfied to be left unsung you will in time find a way to become more than competant with language as you grace the world with vision and insight. I have worked for many years and still hear music sweeter than I have written here that I long to be able to scibe well enough to honor the gift it gives my heart.
Love, Tom B.
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Yes, damn it - this WORKS!
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I normally don't rhyme unless it is jive. Lately, I have used hidden and slant rhymes to give more coherence and lyricism to my style.
This one is an upwelling of my congitations on the sacredness of touch. It caught much.
Good to see you drop by.
Love, Tom B.
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WOW!
I have read this piece three times in the last ten minutes and still there are so many sides and depths to it that it calls for me to read it again and again. This rarely happens for me, so when it does, the words leave a deep impression.
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Thanks for finding so much depth to my simple words. I was at one point deeply caught by the sacredness in touch, how indelible are the impressions made, how long till they fade.
This is just one of that journey. I am glad you enjoyed all the eddys in the river of words.
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bones and skin knit and heal.. but words leave impressions that time just can not erase. I have book marked this one so that I can come back to it often
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That touches that count time and time again are always the ones that reach beneath the skin.
Love, Tom B.
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AMEN!!!!!!!!!
Beautifully written, with an angelic, poetic flair. I soooooo love what you have penned here. It is divine. Such awesome imagery and outstanding vocabulary. Pretty, pretty, pretty!
keep on penning
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Thanks for seeing the good that is said beneath the words. If it grows one more aware of how the touch comes from the heart and speaks to more than skin, then, it has done enough.
Love, Tom B.
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I really enjoyed this, the flow and message was amazing. Cheers to a good write!
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Thanks, I went through a period where I really realized how personal and sacred touch is. this is one of the results. My poetry reflects a lot of my journey through life on many different levels.
Love, Tom B.
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This only goes to prove that we all are preaching what we believe and what we believe is a doctorine...I did very much enjoy this write...
thank you for the afternoon read here in Canada.....
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All touch is sacred to me. I learned the hard way that it leaves indelible imprints. More proof to me that we are all one in God.
Glad you enjoyed. Thanks for taking the time to share your pleasure and joy with me.
Love, Tom B.
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Magnificent!!
Powerful message brought forth and the lines:
you judge yourself for the path you walked
and life lived
to finish this verse with this Magnificent
To ask a question and allow the reader to ponder~
Food for the Soul to taste and take home
sustenance
Thank You for sharing this with us Tom!
There are many who judge themselves harshly
and not allow forgiveness...
Some wallow in regret...stall-halt
their growthinstead of moving forward educated
through mistakes-lessons...experienced.
Every touch is sacred...Every way you be.
Best wishes to You in the challenge
Many blessings too
and much love~ Desire~*~
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Just my experience as an energy being. Every lie a slash upon the flow, lies never line up, you know. Touch when it is held in its sacred light provides an understanding of what it means to walk in the Light. We are all gifted by the opportunity to be larger then life and so many choose to be barely alive.
Love, Tom B.
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to just close the eyes and experience a touch is worth more than money could ever buy
There should be nobody that has the power to judge any individual for the way they choose to live their lives. Live and let live should be a universal motto for all to live by!
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All I can do is agree. I believe all touch to be sacred, for we always change with each one given and received, wether we admit it or not.
Love, Tom B.
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wow, this is just fabulous. you've really raised the bar with this one. touch, something so powerul and all to often taken for granted. i agree with reenie, let's hope we grow more fruit. thank you for etering, be well and be blessed.
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This is just my effort to bring home the idea that all touch is sacred and we should recognize it and live and act so. Glad you enjoyed.
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By the touch given, the fruit or thistles grown.
let's just hope that we will sow more fruit for others to harvest and forget about having walked through thistles now and then<-----that should be our lesson to learn from that we do have a choice indeed, and that re-planting thistles only brings pain in touch to others. Quite a thought-provoking write here my friend. Best wishes and much love
xoxoxo
reenie
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I am always hoping that people become aware of how sacred touch is. In learning this, they spend their time learning what it means to honor another and do so with their touch. Of course, we know, what a dreamer I am.
Love, Tom B.
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I enjoyed the beginning and ending lines the most,
but I also found parts of the middle highly interesting.
I like how all the words almost rush together at the end, as though you have limited time to say what you need to say and it's so important you must emphasize it quickly.
I agree with Leilani, I enjoyed the duality of this piece.
Touch is perhaps my strongest sense, and therefore I am highly sensitive to even the slightest touch. Touch has brought me great pleasure and yet unbearable pain.
So this poem meant something special to me... it reached a part inside myself that is constantly warring against the desire to be touched and the fear of it.
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seems to speak of the dual nature
of touch in general... a metaphor that works both in describing nature and human nature... beautiful
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We each see the way our lives move differently I guess that is what makes us humans and individuals. We each have choices to make, which way we move through life and how we touch each and every person in our lives. I hope I only touch with love most of the time. Love, C
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"Gifted or cursed, filled with verse, erupting
through seams with dreams ~ humans are defined
refined by grace and fall, by desert and forest
all finds a way to their spirit and mind."
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Your words invoke thought. I read this twice to comprehend the message which is strong and true. I used to ask the Lord to allow me to touch the people of the world. I do that everyday here, and am most grateful. I often ask myself is my touch one that sustains life or destroys it. I would like to believe it gives. There are all kinds of life-giving forces. "Touch" is one that can be done easily with words from a poet. You have touched me in a most positive way Tom, and you have been doing it for a while now. Thank YOU!
Always With Love ♥
Renee
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This is another thoughtful poem of yours. I liked how you kept with your ideas of dreams and the river all through this. One or the other of them would come up here and there to keep consistent. And I felt the rush of thoughts just like your river. Your poems always feel so full and complete.
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Well I must say you have given us much to ponder over..
I have read this twice and each time I gain something new thank you for sharing, your thoughts with all of us
many Blessings,
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beautiful. it reads like a free-form tango, a waltz of words across the delectable plane of the mind. i'm in love with this piece. the imagery, the message. choices. there are AlWAYS choices. even though sometimes we wish we could blame someone else. blame life. blame fate. but your eloquent speech and delicate art have comunicated the falsity in such wishes. we have only ourselves. it's up to us to make that more or less. as for this piece, it's inspired thought, cerebration, and celebration deep in the foundation of my mind and my soul. thank you for this. it is truly a gift to this poetic community. as a writer and a lover of life, i salute you!
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"Every touch is sacred. Every way you be. In the end
you judge yourself for the path you walked and life lived."
It is true, my friend, but we think upon our past differently, with different eyes... and what was so imortant then..not now. Beautifully, deeply done. -
Words of wisdom dace throughout this piece. Man has choice, and he must choose the path worthly of looking back on. Our leaders in this world must pick a clean path in order to lead...I loved the last verse.
"It is all a dance, whether in congress or all alone, changes
coursed upon the spirit by every touch you’ve ever known.
As the river sings for the sea, shall you damn in greed
spread the seed or sing a song to the death of the last bee.
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we are those bee's....
write on! I loved it............have a nice vacation...
love, Novy
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