life drains from the sparkling sky
and wind drifts perishing leaves by
while flame colored stars
capture a million hearts
clouds weep for endless weeks
and the children echo sleep
the worlds silent death
collapses in a final breath
soft tufts of pillowed earth
distort to white marbled dirt
and brings with it a rerun play
of cloudless brightened days
asphalt covered plaid shoes
carry each step towards you
and hope shatters the disease
of a long awaited spring
hollowed sketches reach
for any truth you speak
and we stand straight to walk on
for God carried us to dawn
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Interesting
because it made my think who carried us after dawn... guess something else took over after that... anyway... trying to re-connect on the site... so I started with old favorites... hope you are well... rut
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This is very nice and i love the spiritual part of it. Thank you for the nice read to start off my day. You are very talented.
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well cj your writing keeps getting better and better..I have never read a poem you wrote and didn't like..with that said i thank you for letting me read this..
hollowed sketches reach for any truth you speak, wonderful just wonderful..great poem you have penned
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put your load is his hand and his heart is broad to carry anything we manifest in though .. for he is the kingdom at hand for us to weather until the time in heaven's cast awesome hun hugs always Angel♥
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I feel the yearning for a rapprochement here, I feel the yearning for something to finally give way and the full glory of Pappa (as you call him) to reach down on all those who did touch your life be it good or bad.
CJ, as long as it is in your heart to forgive that is all that matters, even if I am off base with my read I still feel that under current of the demons past.
Blessing be upon always.
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Thank you so much for reading Poppet. This write is really strange to me because I basically had to sit down and make myself write. I'm not sure if I am just seeing it differently than anyone else, but it's actually written from the view point of fall.
Ti Amo Poppet!!!
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Hi CJ,
You know there are times when one writes something and yet still that which lies deep within does rise for those that know how to search.
I lovet his poem and you are very special to me you know.
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the picture here is breath-taking!
and the muse is aptly suited.
'the world's silent death
collapses in a final breath'
ironically I was reflecting on the colour of the sky today, and how it seems to have remained the same for the forty years I have been viewing it, and how it will more than likely remain so up until I take my own last breath (although the sky might have a greener hue by then)
'soft tufts of pillowed earth
distort to white marbled dirt' narrated the dreamy, candy-flossed mist for me...
and I enjoyed the 'dis-ease' of a long-awaited spring, although I was perfectly at ease, and relaxed, while floating around your write.
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Thank you so much for your wonderful comment I'm glad you enjoyed it. I was a little worried when I went to write it because I had to sit down and just make myself write lol. Thanks again!
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