Posted on 11/24/2003 9:52:48 AM PST by January24th
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walter raleigh's cloak
shakespeare's new explanations
elizabeth sighed
and shaved
white faced
forlorn
knowing
no man
no-ing
all men
save drake...
a palette
of pallates
a taste of you
and the gifts you bring
each with a savor
a flavor
of longing and
surprise
delight and dismay
as heady as
summer heat
twice as sultry
taking breath
transforming life
into sweat and promise
desire, dreams
and something quite
apart
from the ordinary
so drink
so laugh
so love...
Ok.
I admit you remind me
of a night when
I wandered the tower,
alone after hours ,
and drinks in the yeoman
warders club ,
the ceremony of the keys.
I was instructed
to let myself out,
when I was ready,
so I did. But not before
thinking about the crows
and those who hadn't
the same chance.
And I loved every dark moment
and the breathless silent
history of a place that wouldn't
relent for pity or for history.
tagline repair post
Clouds are water
It's not the absinthe
that relinquishes
the restraint of absences
or the west bank ordinaire
that is the exchange
of exuberances.
Clouds are water
It's not the absinthe
that relinquishes
the restraint of absences
or the left bank ordinaire
that is the exhcange
of exuberances.
sometimes it pays to have a good editor. I have not not paid mine recently. And rather than quit has decided to let me post without restraint.
Indivisible
The wind soughs across
the water rippling
it into ribs
that it strokes and plays,
making both instrument
and song of the waves
And along
the rising rolling cage
of your heart
the part from which
I was made, I trace
against its rhythm
the ridges of your
breast with my
fingers playing
the song that starts
when you breathe
my name and we
become the music
uncertain, serein
that coalesces against
the silence, brushing
the water again.
Oh my goodness, this is beautiful.
just breathtaking! thanks for posting it!
Halleluiah!
tender breath stirring
glow of sensing
not touching
reaching
arching, aching,
uplifting,
aiming higher
dancing on waves
of delight
enthused, imbued
beyond splendor
dissolving edges
in the light ...
escaping now
appleton park
harkens back
to decisions
made and dared
bared promises
provacations
when you thought
i'd abdicate
my direction
before you
fought
the insurrection
in yourself
Beautiful work CL. Thank You.
what
the hell
i fell
or tripped
forward
into a future
of hope
and now i must
live there
uncomfortably
unacustomed to
my own merit or grace
lucky nonetheless
i think
others
relax
refrain
from change
movement
being a troublesome risk
loyally loving
the sameness
sane-ness
of comfort
customs abound
bringing wealth
and ground one in
the earthen hope
of summer growth
scarce note
the seasons
or the change
imposed upon them
lucky nonetheless
i guess
i floated
adrift
in her dreams
starkly unrepentant
but reluctant
to succumb
subsumed
by a moment
a movement
a murmured demand
for surrender
to the silence
of forgiveness
and simplicity
regretting
her silhouette's
sunrise
Leonard Cohen, Joan of Arc.
On luck
An ordinary ordinance
that flares against
the order of what we want
and what we must dare
wicks the wavering
guttering in the heart
that tries the fortress
hardened and heralded;
and consumes fuel
stocks that feed
the fire that all rebels
fan with their breath
which messages anguish,
with protests that flame
and expire in the glory
of what was tried
but condemned to
to an aside that
flickers into fate
the brilliance signal
that is the last aside.
The lucky have no choice
neither the luxury
to decide.
wisdom comes too late
black cat lingers in the rain
i think he must rust
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