Flesh,
shade,
color,
sex,
meal.
When clay
meets stone,
alone, arise
predator.
Waits for water
to raise sweat.
Reshape
the form,
discover first buds,
find the man
more than
skeleton
muscle.
Mercy,
mercy,
mercy!
Sing hallelujah.
Flesh collapses,
bone
turns dust.
Where do memories
lie?
Man
creates them
like blossoms
in hearts
fleet.
10:22 PM
02-17-09
Alexandria, VA
Author notes
I am eternally fascinated by what makes us what we "be." Whether it is a sexual difference, spiritual, growth i.e. boy from man or girl from woman, I find myself utterly absorbed in the wondering of what it is. This is just another opportunity to look at it all over again. Thanks.
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Forces at work here...
Watch the revelations freed, dance and expound upon a handful of selective verse. I found this a very enticing approach to prompt. One that causes the intellect to involve itself in matters of mortality. Blue
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I, who write so often in sensuous, explicit words, find myself caught it the symbosis of spirit and flesh when faced with looking deeply at the primal forces of my own sex. Glad you enjoyed simple words and short verse to a universe full of expression.
Thanks,
Tom B.
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And thus you encapsulate creations force as well as man's conundrum...
Thank you for this write, it creates thoughtful insight!
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To be someone who inspires others to think. Wonderful compliment. I can only strive to capture the symbiosis of flesh and spirit. The wonder, how it plays out and the gift that it is are best displayed in the lives lived by others.
Thanks,
Tom B.
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I have delved into the depths of myself since my teen age years, only to discover something new with each dawning day; each human encounter, experience of life... tends to have me test the carnal (flesh), and spirit. The body, "clay" in form by potter's mold, is but a shell that houses manifestations of the soul.
For some, I may be speaking in an unknown tongue but I know You know that I know You know Thomas.
Someone once told me; "I think you think too much..." Guess I do because I am lost in meandering after reading the inner-workings of your whole-self.
The first five words of your spirit-writ, mixed with these;
"bone"
"water"
"clay"
"ash"
swallow the reader whole, swirls that special blend of humanity around in the mouth of life, to spit us out in diversity's concept of living.
Thank you for making me reach. I wish you the best in the contest.
All My Love & Blessings ♥
Renee
A passionate poet writes from a trinity of insights; mind, body, and soul. YOU are a passionate poet dear brother/angel/friend.
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I think it was Socrates who said the life not reflected upon in not worth living. We learn -- in time, if we are lucky -- we are far more that our various parts. We are the, also, the results of the combustions when these parts meet. Coming to know ourselves and delve into the richness of our being is a gift. When so gifted, there is much to share. May we always be able to continue to celebrate and share my friend.
Love, Tom B.
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this is a fascinating piece. i think we are more than human.
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Often it is learning to be human that is our hardest job. Tending to the spirit brings this more clearly to the fore. It is perhaps the greatest part of the anomaly (sp?) of living. We are neither all spirit or all flesh and strengthening one often leads us to the other.
Love,
Tom B.
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Yes,
writing seems to be a perfect window into the soul, it is not a reveal all but it give a little insight into what we are, "made of". I do appreciate your words Tom.
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'tis a gift to know oneself. Better to be knowledgeable and able to "be" in this universe than caught in the various forms of hiding.
Love,
Tom B.
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I can't comment on this one in adequate depth, Tomis. There is much to ponder in this with mortal eyes, and it's very difficult not to be drawn into optical illusion.
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We house a soul or are we the soul in the house? To find this person and know them so well that we no longer wonder where or what they are is a quest.
Love, Tom B.
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I'M SURE YOU HAVE WALKED ON THE BEACH
Each shell created differently, just like humans. Sometimes there is no ryhme for reason. We "be" what we be for what we believe in, it is our choice.
Where we have come from plays a huge part , no matter how we have been abused.
It is more about what we do to change and not be that abuser. God heals all the wounds if we seek him diligently. In a solid relationship we learn acceptance, give and take, not all take...
For better or worse, worse does not last but better does, through the Holy Spirit.
Some do not give it a chance. They move on too quickly and find themselves in a just being relationship dreaming of who they really love.
SENTIMENTAL REPLYS ARE NICE AND MAKE THE GIVER FEEL GOOD.
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I wanted to catch a sense of the symbiosis of the animal man and the spirit of man. How temporary our shell is, how long the effect of the energetic touch, the meaning of the man lasts if he is true to who he really "be."
Those that want to wallow in the flesh end up being consumed by it. They become fountains of anger or oceans of dispair. the lose touch with their being and lose touch with God.
Love, Tom B.
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Relating Deeply to This read
Ah you showed me the spiritual side of man...namastar....to the master you are; forming your art into a picture that melted over my mind. An excellent concept of the man, the beatiful man God created in his own image....I love the beat to this read...purely jazz..........Novy
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Thanks Novy. The beat, the imagery are part of the whole. I wanted that jazz blues feel and used a little of gospel as well to underline the creative feeling. The bringing together of clay and spirit, the breathing in of life and its limited span but how the actions and the touch of the inner being can last forever.
Love, Tom B.
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a very different write from you and one that i am proud to have read today. i wish you the best of luck in this contest that you have entered. i am so looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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You have to look at Blue's contest to see the inspiration. Like I have said, I am fascinated by the energetic, spiritual, flesh, animalistic qualities of being human. This time I looked at the symbiotic relationship between flesh and spirit and how it comes together to create a man. I probably should see what I would come up with if I thought about it in terms of a woman.
Love,
Tom B.
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a verse that connects heaven and earth ...
wonderful imagery here that invites the reader to undertake an introspective journey ...
reminding us all to discern between the impermanent and the eternal ...
thank you for this poetic treat ...
maa
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We often forget there is a symbosis between the physical and the etheral. Treating each with respect, accepting the trust we have been given to be gardners and guardians. As Paul Eckancar(sp?) once said, "We walk with our head in the heavens and our feet upon the earth."
Love, Tom B.
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a wonderful thought provoking write, fascinating, beautifuly created to get the mind wondering,good luck in the contest with this very interesting write and an interesting choice of background too
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Was trying to catch the wonder of the shell that holds the soul. Glad you enjoyed it.
Love, Tom B.
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