I am secret to wander mountain's rush,
inhaling love in softer steps of Nature's bounty,
away from world to bare in noise,
explosive sequins of political celebration,
asking God
to choose which side
understands what earth is sacred.
She is Moslem, meshing youth
in tearing tradition's tear from deliverance,
amazed, a distant cowboy poet
might look at her in kindred sighing
to bare his name
in feathered cries of eagle wings
and soar forever.
Together, they weave one from voice,
hope for shadows
growing free from winter,
Colorado embracing Lebanon's distant dialect
beyond the ice of terror's ear,
taught to fear in fragile fundamentals,
the other's quill, as national security.
Their lips were blessed fingers
flowing simple time,
tasting trust in the other's smile,
as write worthwhile
through wandering exploration,
far from skin's manipulation;
where canyon cleaves in desert's wisdom,
the strength of feathers,
embracing air's smallest breaths of common song,
spinning orb to bare,
as siblings singing solstice,
expanding lungs to lingering respect,
hoping verse to heal the heavens,
blooming far beyond the veil of slivered season,
as brother's ache in sister's laughter.
A contest entry
- PUBLISHED AP-POETS ... LOOKING FOR INSPIRING POETRY BOOKS by maa.
777 points, ended December 25, 2007, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I have always been a great admirer of your poetry, and seeing your book published is a great joy for me ... your language is a sacred key that opens many locks ...
may your blessings bestowed through verse return to you a thousandfold ...
maa
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"amazed, a distant cowboy poet
might look at her in kindred sighing
to bare his name
in feathered cries of eagle wings
and soar forever."
Sighhh...Indeed, he might...Indeed, so might she...& anyone else that reads these wonderful pennings, my Friend...As I've said, time & again...
I really wish you'd post this information on your author's page, Sweetie. 'Cause I'm gonna keep comin' back & adding it as long as I have to. Humility in an artist is an admirable & desirable quality in such a Scribe as you. But ya gotta let the people KNOW, too. It's really nothing like braggin', Sweetie...Just statin' the facts. ORDER THIS MAN'S BOOK, PEOPLE!!! IT'S BEAUTY~FULL!!! 
Happy Holidays to you & yours, Rich. 
Wanda
"Paint Me Beautiful: the his and hers collection of poetry"
by Kaibab & No Deliverance
www.amazon.com/Paint-Me-Beautiful-collection-poetry/dp/1424162106/ref=sr_1_1/002-8116614-2083254?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1173122908&sr=1-1
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I was just telling Carol the other day that I am buying a few books in January of the amazing poets here...and this book is one of them!!
What a beautiful poem you have painted here of the blending of voices and your experience of writing with Hanna and creating this book..so lovely, Mr. Mountain..
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"Their lips were blessed fingers
flowing simple time,
tasting trust in the other's smile"
I remember the poems you and Hanna (I think that was here name) wrote - a flurry of the most beautiful love poems and I'm glad you made it come alive here again... of course it will live on in your book too. I see you have the book cover posted here too. Wonderful poetry - just as the one you have here on this page.
~ Nicolette
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And how could any reason better than love give light to shine in those amazing blue eyes? You are one to touch the world with feathers and to fly like an eagle in the strength of your spirit. I would paint you beautiful, too!
"Together, they weave one from voice,
hope for shadows
growing free from winter,"
I wish for this harmony of voice and sowing, even from my own, to grow such a harvest.
~ Karen
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