Mystic traveler,
lilac and leather,
soft and sweet
is the wind and rain,
upon the wandering way,
he whispers a song,
that hangs the stars,
upon the willows,
in the fiery sunsets
of our dancing days.
Pondering my window,
I see him..
Yonder in the fields,
cosmic clouds surround him,
planets silently gather
with dayglow spirits,
gentle with his magic,
searching the sky's,
his warm smile
kissing Venus
before the second sun.
Mystic wander,
charisma and chaos,
smooth and solemn,
by and by,
town to town,
dusty roads,
and howling dogs.
Staring from my carriage,
he is there,
sitting with the lost and lonely
upon the church yard stairs,
golden snow flakes fall
upon their wind blown hair,
he speaks with no sound,
his celestial map
leads to their rainbow,
it comforts them,
and binds them,
to the great magician,
the one divinity,
turning roses into wine,
lions into lambs,
war into peace.
Mystic traveler,
lilac and leather,
lost and lonely,
lead us far
from our longing,
and far
from this place.
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This is amazing...
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another beauty!
such a sweet meaningful peace
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beautiful imagery. love it and keep writing.
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Whoa...I loved it! I couldn't help but want to read it a couple times since there seemed to be a little bit of detail that I gather each time I read it. I love poetry like that
The way you have the format added to the words and meaning that you were sending for the reader. Very nice!
Maggie 
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Lilac and Leather...the first thing I did was immidiately be overcome by the scent of both of those.
Then as always the whole thing was filling to the brim and filling over with wonderful imagery. The story gave me a sense of a looking for someone.
I don't know if I'm anywhere close.
This poem is truly amazing.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Oooo!! this is interesting not sure I've read anything similar, what images you give to the reader leather skin like walrus's that's what it reminded me of well worn like old boots
I like stories, poems this is like a bit of both and I really find the write intriguing.
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I like "Mystic traveler" and "lilac and leather" the illiteration is effective here in conveying the idea of a seasoned traveler. The word leather especially, has interesting connotations. I can almost smell the pungent smell
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Beautiful
Rich and full of wonderful language, reading this felt like slowly revealing a picture, giving us more of the feelings behind it than the simple lines and colours of the image. This piece conveys a wonderful sense of a hazy daydream, the wish for a world different and just out of reach. Right out of a fairytale, well done this was a joy to read.
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Yonder in the fields,
cosmic clouds surround him,
planets silently gather
with dayglow spirits,
gentle with his magic,
searching the sky's,
his warm smile
kissing Venus
before the second sun
Brilliant images! I love this whole poem thanks so much for sharing!
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Amazing poetry as always from you. There are so many pictures that your words paint in my mind. Maybe if I was a professor of poetry in some fancy University I'd be able to leave a more constructive comment but I am not and can only tell you how your poetry makes me feel... With this piece I just feel like it will all be okay. Why? I don't know, and that is the magic of your writing!
I'm in awe once again at your wonderful talent, thank you for sharing.
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I loved the visuals that you managed to conjure up through your well chosen words. The poem is like the Rock of Gibralter for its ability to linger the effect it creates long after first read. Bravo!
The Rivaling Mimic
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Magical
You don't disappoint Poe. Truly. It reminded me of a time long ago when all the continents were connected and people walked the earth and interacted with her magic, played with their own powers. Lilac and Leather, great title to boot. Thanks for providing a quality poetry portal for me to play in. Missed your work, you have gotten even better perhaps.
Creatress
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Dancing Days, lost so long ago, never to wonder about their return. We continue to carry our past with us, the lilacs of sweet memory tempered by the earthen leather of reality. What would it be like, to be able to once again hang those stars. The Traveler is always there, the question as to why we cannot see him is whether we choose not to, or are not allowed to. For after all, he is us.
Peace
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ooops
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Mystic wander,
charisma and chaos,
smooth and solemn,
by and by,
town to town,
dusty roads,
and howling dogs.
The yen and the yang
when dark is the only place you find the light. This poem speal
ks aloud like honey spilling...almost hypnotic...well done -
Outstanding use of imagery... the last stanza is great and closes the poem very well. I have no criticism to offer, only one correction. In line 34 you misspelled 'their.' Small mistake.
"...lead us far from our longing/and far from this place." - I love those lines.
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I couldn't stop reading this was my mouth swinging open in amazement!
You have painted a fairy tale within your lines.
Roses in to wine,
golden snow flakes,
kissing Venus,
hangs the stars upon the willows!
I would give you 10 clappy men if I could
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this is just beautiful! what can one say!
magnificent!
love and blessings
Rend
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Bardic.
I loved it. This had a very spirited, song-filled feel to it...soft and sweet is the wind and rain...Such love for what you see, such a passion...Only a poet...
Also felt like it was about God, or divinity of a kind...He is there with the lost and lonely...Wanting to be led by something larger and greater than yourself...Roses into wine, lions into lambs, war into peace...Your imagery is phenomenal...
Reading this made me feel good, I enjoyed it...I say this often with you, but, ONE OF YOUR BEST! BOOKMARKED!
BLESSINGS,
BRANDON
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whew.
that was amazing. nothing I could have expected from the title.
still, this piece moves inside, and abides quietly. Im am here too, wondering. Im always wondering. my favorite read of the day. At the end of the first stanza, I felt pulled down, as in a whirlpool. felt a little weird but then by the end of the second stanza I was overcome with emotion to put me right again.
this is marvelous.
love to you always,
jin
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Excellent!!
I love these lines
'to the great magician,
the one divinity,
turning roses into wine,
lions into lambs,
war into peace.'
Your poem is so beautiful. I loved every word.
Love
Sonya
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your word tapestry is woven with golden moonbeam threads and heady floral scents. loved it. mysterious and interesting images
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Subtle, mysteriously alluring, and astonishing in its depth and complexity - this is a piece to savor and pass on to your friends.
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beautiful
you always amaze and strike chords within us all, Lowell. another 5 star poem!
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Roses into wine... man, that's a beautiful image. Like a neo-savior. I recently wrote a mystical one myself... even complete with dusty roads. The sense of timelessness you have given your main character is palpable, and the calm and thoughtful power he exudes was well woven with details. Crisp rhythm doesn't falter, and the varety of small mouth noises you've provided gives my mouth and brain pleasure. I love it when words seem to roll from my tongue like orchids unfolding in alien suns..... this made me feel that... does that make sense?
Roses into wine... I'm sure I'll see that image in my eyes all day.
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The title alone is enought to draw the reader straight in. Opposite feelings with lilac and leather~~one so soft and gentle, the other more cold and distant. You weave magic in your story telling. I often feel like a child sitting at your feet, listening to a tale of old. This has that same quality. I feel the magic and the loneliness both in the traveler as he sits on the church stairs bringing comfort and peace to those in his presence. Liam, you are a pure delight to read everytime you weave this magic
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these are the days by the sparkling river....a beautiful companion to the original song. The mystic traveler leads us to another reality, takes us to a higher place. Beautiful writing my friend.
Rory
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Well written poem, seemed to be done in the tradition of olden day poets even if inspired by a semi-modern poet like Van Morrison. I liked the title and it fit the write, giving a glimpse of the content before you're swept up into it.
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well what can i say liam, inspired by van morrison, of course it would have to be, as your taste in music is as exceptional as your writting, this peice takes me on a journey, side by side with this mystic traveller, almost astral like, it holds some very beautifull lines within it and your descriptions and the imagery they portray bring to life this whole amazing peice. i think you have really captured the pure essence of poetry here as you do with many of your writes, but this for me holds something very special indeed, you are an old soul for sure liam.
much love and respect
michelle.
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Absolutely gorgeous..... Such glittering imagery and description brings every stood-still scene to life in the reader's eye and brings the piece together with a subtle solidity. You have written a piece of transcendent beauty here, love. Well written indeed.
Always,
Kelly
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Firstly, a wonderful take on Mr. Morrison's song - how I love that man
But in regards to the piece, I was overwhelmed by the sheer loneliness you managed to convey, surrounding this traveller... almost reminiscent of another traveller we might have encountered before, which in my own intepretation is a lovely reference, and yet the nature of this piece is so original and unique.
The imagery, as always, was stunning and yet somehow different to all the other pictures you've painted in the past... this time I feel it in a different way, it gives me shivers and it is almost like I am there, it gives me a physical sensation like... like cold night air, like I am exposed to the elements just like your traveller.
I love how the first and last stanzas are similar, and yet opposites in terms of starting off with exquisite imagery and a feeling of warmth, and ends with the prospect of the day ending and there you are... alone, and in a place you don't recognise. Maybe you're even hinting at the notion of being lead astray, but that's for you to know and us to think about.
Well done, brother
Jess x
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I actually re-read this several times... And I found myself trying to read more into this poem than is likely really there. That is of course the trick of trade.... To conjur sounds and blend them with images to create a whole greater than the sum of it's parts. Unless this is some unlikely fluke, or a trick of my own imaginings... It really is a very polished example of craftsmanship and no small expression of gift.
Most poems don't actually flow and in fact most shouldn't. Some should trot, soar or even grind and forcing an even flow is usually a bad thing... But this subject really does warrent a meandering flow of soft tones weaving images together... And overall you managed it very well... without overcontrolling the read speed monotony. Only one small sacrifice... "golden snow" The long "o"s and the soft consonants are in keeping with tone and texture of the stanza and slow the meter perfectly... and yet I found the image oddly discordant. I'm certainly not saying I'm right, and sometimes form outweighs function... the poet's call to make and likely I've made much worse...
Glad I stopped by!
Rainbows,
~RJ~
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Fantastically woven with threads of pure silver and gold my mystic wandering soul brother, really excellent work Liam it just rolls out your head thru the pen and sails away on whichever wind is blowing...
well, with the great VM as inspiration where can one possibly go wrong...?
You have captured the essence put it in a bottle and drank it all up...yes, and now it rolls ever so sweetly from your soul now fragmented, now smooth...never missing a single groove!
Loved it!
John
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This mystic traveller has my attention as you penned this write.. He seems like an angel dressed in attire or some special being with special heavenly powers as he creates peace out of chaos, lions become lambs.I think I know who you have in mind as you have written the work so skillfully!
I enjoy how you weave the spiritual elements along with the natural as you go along in the write. You are one of the only ones I know who does this...You are masterful with your pen! The talent of a great composer of songs and lyrics is in your blood, dear friend, and I would not rule that out as you write your poems!
The wish to be taken away from the worlds problems ends the piece....A great lyrical style and flow makes this a delightful read!
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Liam,
I'm astounded !
I was so lost in this piece. I was in another world.
Like I was on an astral plane of some sort.
And I could see this mystic wander shining bright
It's always such a pleasure to read your words.
They always leave me breathless and stunned.
Amazing!
Amanda 
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I'm picturing him wearing a brushed velvet coat with a pearl button
Lovely write!
Lovely night!
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Liam
And this is another one for keepIn' mate. I always look foreward to reading you whether it's about Colleen or John Barley Corn up to the bar or Bobby Sands This time it's the mystic traveler. Here's a glass to ya'. -c
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Simply stunning in its imagery and rhythmic flow. What a fantastic piece. I am always spell-bound by your work, but this piece is so...deep and thought provoking. I love this piece. Fantastic work you've penned here Liam, yours, ~gypsy~ Mandie
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