Seattle's 'Dollywood'    1904 -    
Hazard but mostly harmless ..." In normal life we make language work in a provisional way, because we signify just superficial relations. As soon as we speak of deeper relationships, there comes up suddenly another language, that of the poetical." - Goethe
Hazard but mostly harmless ..." In normal life we make language work in a provisional way, because we signify just superficial relations. As soon as we speak of deeper relationships, there comes up suddenly another language, that of the poetical." - Goethe
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bex
bex
2 days ago

Soul...
A spirit,
An inner light,
An ancient
And brand new vista
Formed from the dust of stars,
And tear drops
Fallen from a solitary moon,
Dances madly,
Launches sonatas,
Offers soliloquies,
Quiets with softness,
And covers with love.

Eyes...
Glint with sacred happiness,
Sing with moonlight,
Emanate peacefulness,
Exude mindfulness,
And play with a sweet, perfect innocence,
Giving generosity,
Radiating love and light.

Movement...
A subtle stirring,
Whispered butterfly wings
Beating.
A breath on the nape
Of long stemmed, virgin lily.
A scent carried
On summer's sweetest breeze.
Keys pressed with precision,
Quelling the ache
Only longing brings.

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2 days ago

tank tracks of love trundle in this heart
churning up this till of passion's ruts
as though Aphrodite's army moves
Zeus dons another feathered trove

darling spare this meek and mortal spoil
from days of canon's unrequited recoil
sprinkling these fertile fallow fields
with your yearning calls to our Elysium

all's fair and fairly found askew
to claim this acre-inch as due
then trod and twine in common senses
this spirit leaps in effulgent pensée

now to prate with migratory words
on marveled stars and satiate our world
while evening charm inhabits full retreat
allow our paths of glory find reprieve

-cec

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7 days ago

Here, one of the fates
planting and planning now
seeds of ungrown harvest
waiting for forgiving rain
river rich soil, and sun light
here, will grow love's green
grains to ripen gold with laughter
crushed to powdered smiles
kneaded into cakes of kindness
offered with milk and honey
upon a table cloth of hearts
catching tears of candles
as night grows old then sleep
remembered in a hummed lullaby

- cec

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bex
bex
Feb 1

I have lived every day, dreaming of you,
Your heart beats with mine, the most sacred sound...
Lover, you know it is you I run to.

Karmic seeds were scattered, before I knew
The fates were planting, and planning this now...
I have lived every day, dreaming of you.

With life after life, wrapped in brilliant hues,
The colors are oceans in which I drown...
Lover, you know it is you I run to.

Your soul touched me with an innocent truth,
Embracing light that completely surrounds...
I have lived every day,  dreaming of you.

The secrets of stars, unfold into view,
With heart lifted, and feet firmly aground...
Lover, you know it is you I run to.

A nurtured seed, from which a new world grew,
Where love and light, and true blessings abound,
I have lived every day,  dreaming of you...
Lover, you know it is you I run to.

Villanelle
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james
james
Jan 30

the poets
the tellers
who could weave beautiful truth
from the intestines of snakes
and the spent dreams
of past civilisations
then
dipping their love
into
the spilled blood
of the innocents
paint such pictures
with words
as would make
us weep
with joy

some of these magical poets are here on HP, we know them in our hearts and minds when we read them

Standing in line for chips-to-dip
near ship shape horns canal
some salt in sea wind
as a weather vane spun
and rains hung high gray clouds

This taste sensation on wet tongue
'fore fish flakes reached their fate of done
spoke tide o' many a 'wreck
waxed recycled causes
written invisible checks

chains restrain near concrete decks
lock gates release their boats
unbroken states of water's rest
belies its ebb and flow;
every moments buoyed float

-cec

“locality,” the rule that states that effects have causes, and chains of cause and effect must be unbroken in space and time.

Peering pane glass eyes
on iron bridge, cars' wake
spanning over
waters-

water's slow flowing cut, lake locked
through, now surging, submerged under
seeking that moor of gravity's junction
echo soundings of overlapping waves

ferrying deep hull's buoyant hold
this aging fluid earth acquits all
licking wet our stone bulwarks  
while swollen piers decay 'long  shore's murk

Iron bell tolls in fog's red light
warning of a split chasm's ship
slipping engine's knock in morning's night
a day's work ahead for hands on shift

that first hour's walker on tethered lease
looks round on flighted honking feast
thence watch firm closing of solid grate
from this tower's berth atop this strait

-cec

The Fremont Bridge, Seattle WA
 
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