Watch the foot prints fill.
Then, crumble. We are
left with memories,
delicate vibrations
wrapped around
dust.
Tears
wash feelings
drain colors, too
harsh. I hear your
laughter, see it glitter --
splintering light into showers.
* * * *
I.
Granite reveals itself
as sand rubs away its gravity.
Stone, so permanent,
never releases its stains.
II.
I hear you in the birds,
the shadow's clouds, what
foot prints remain on my heart.
Blood erases nothing. My
lungs connect the air
you’ve breathed to
the corpuscles
tumbling
through
me.
4:48 PM
6/14/05
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
Come out of the circle of time
and into the circle of love.
[Rumi]
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“delicate vibrations
wrapped around
dust”
That’s a lovely way to show the passing of time and a creative way to open this poem with – wish I had thought of that. And even though you speak of dust, there is something very permanent about this poem – perhaps it’s the love that I read here?
“I hear you in the birds” – loved it. The 2nd vignette is lovely and I like the way sense of warmth and connectedness that it leaves me with. I personally like the vignette style of writing and I was just wondering why the first two stanzas didn’t follow the same pattern – just a minor thing though. Overall, a lovely poem that leaves its own mark on the reader. Thank you for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Since you know who I am, I will reply to this in a couple of ways. Not to influence but simply to edify. I like to play with forms.
The first is set up as mirror images and out of mirror images the feeling of endless cycles. That you didn't see this, tells me I have to work with this more, if not in this poem then in another 'cause I like the idea. As a little kid I loved the endless mirror reflections my grandmother had created so she could see front and rear at the same time.
Without giving away meaning, there is reason for only two vignette. Again the contrasts of permance and how it crumbles and how the fleeting can last in us forever. Time rubbed against love always becomes an instant of forever.
Thanks for the challenge. I loved how this one stretched me and leaves me with things i shall be playing with for a while.
Love,
Tom B.
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We would be wise to celebrate all the gifts this journey brings.
Love, Tom B.
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I read the notes and comments as well, and once again your words , as well as the notes in reply make this a looking glass for what it really is all about.The last paragraph..."I hear you in the birds........."is so of my summer. I have heard so much and so many [some in the gentle tiny little bird-others in the screech of the owl)well, you know what I mean.Your words are the ones resonating in my heart and soul at this time. I however am not able to out them to paper? keyboard?
as usual my friend, thank you for being and for sharing)
much love
xoxoxoxo
reenie
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Reenie, my friend, this is one of those poems that spins a web with time and love and how distance is a meaningless discussion. Glad you enjoyed this.
Love, Tom B.
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"delicate vibrations
wrapped around
dust."
Lovely penning, my Friend. Good luck in Nic's contest. G'night, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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*sigh Love, Chez
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Just like the seasons we are much like them all, romance in spring blooms, summer it shows off, fall is my solitude and winter I roll all those times into one beautiful memory never to be forgotten...lasting me a life time...This reminded me of time, and how love come's when the time is right.......excellent write my talented poet friend...novy
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We are but a vessel that time writes stories for or we are spirits learning how love is our natural universe and we walk in bodies to discover how time mistreats love.
Love, Tom b.
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Oh this is beautiful. I have been so busy lately. I really need to read more of your stuff. We should do a collab.
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Your footprints are always welcomed to run across my words
A collaboration is also a possibility.
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Careful I may get jealous LMAO.... I would love to read a collab between Trina and Tom because you are both my favorite people 
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This made me tingle
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You leave nothing to the imagination
But it is delightful to know so much accomplished with so little over so great a distance
Love, Tom B.
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And when blood races as the ocean tides do, looking for somewhere to rest...that would be your heart I find to smile within. Love, C
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After being an Alchemist I wanted to take on time for truly we spin distance as an act of time. There is no distance between us and time is becoming less each day.
Love, Tom B.
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Oh, Bro this is so beautiful, soft and amazing...
I love every line so much that I coul;d choose favorite lines......The whole thing is magical...
Lynda
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I wanted to write a love poem that spoke to the way we are creatures of time and so quickly see as passing what can be forever. Thanks for enjoying this so much.
Love, Tom B.
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