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The cricket's  rhythmic chivalry slows to Autumn's droning crawl like an unwound eight-day clock unconsciously neglected by time The Sounds of summer that fall silent are never really noticed until gone things we often take for granite, a mistake rendering life benign Dreams living only in our minds beheld within, the love that keeps us alive never caring, never needing to know, "fifty ways to leave your lover" behind So many miles spinning faster, so much weight to weigh you down it never really was a simpler time just a window with a different view Fleeting time may shine like shooting star an irreverent kind of blinding light come to pass a different hue of colours cast and sown an  eerie silence may befall unprovoked As if you found an urgent message in a bottle drifting through your tides you can spend the rest a lifetime trying to catch lightening in that bottle thence Don't look away from a moment       too long ... in the blink of an eye              it'll all be gone someone you used to know ... September 16, 2017
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:56 PM UTC
Message Adrift in a Bottle
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before; evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld and the memory of the fragrance they exhale The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholds A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea; the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now Lost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's change Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss... A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles, time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's inevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows; illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skies The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ... someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
Each Sunset Leans Farther Southward
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before; evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld and the memory of the fragrance they exhale The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholds A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea; the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now Lost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's change Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss... A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles, time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's inevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows; illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skies The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ... someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
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a chain as strong as its weakest link each link close enough to feel the distance still dreaming to be on the verge of touch,         reaching out out of reach     even a sturdy soul may falter      alone together hand to hand          a union the sum of its mindful grip faith in the strength of love strong the heart opens unconditionally encompassing all that is in doubt    reaching out to strengthen              arm to arm          hand and hand    grasping love   the unbreakable chain-link someone you used to know ... 2017
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Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
unchained hope
Drifting back to the ocean like it never even happened unraveled dreams washed clean crystalline renaissance bestowed     by wind mountain spring waters rising from the heart of mother earth A remnant light glows deeply of one love's untamed wonders an unfastened feather glides abandoned rushing waters floating alighting pilgrim blissfully sails on stranded without wings a fallen wild feather free as bird wanting a place to be let free Sun in the summer air wind in buoyant feathered hair softly dancing upon wild river restless ripples to feel the love of holding on adrift asunder whence it touched on destiny's far-reaching journey yonder holding onto flowing rivers rolling towards the sea The incoming tidal waters blossom surge to greet wind river's gentle saunter converging slackening passage salt on feral feathered fragments arousing currents babbling swirl imbibed by the impassioned sea Wild rivers' born intentions a different kind of drifting passage to kiss the distant horizon where the sown sunlight settles submerged in shoreless ocean waters     to be free all at sea at last someone you used to know  2017
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
It's only water
.       *Heart and soul pour forth             an artesian spring                     arising                     set free     through the conduit of poetry brilliant constellations gleam adrift,           soothened reflections          float away unfettered,               mirrored upon        peaceful rivers sojourn               downstream              coursing afar           conjured beyond       the mesmerizing spell of the outbound tides beckon                unconfined                 swallowed        by the scattering voice            of the rising sea                fomenting        a comfortable silence                  all at sea          within ocean deep                         someone you used to know* 2017
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
Drifting with the outbound tides beckon
Hummingbird perched atop deer fence high wire Taking  time  to  feel the pink cotton candy sky coalesce Listening to crickets chirping choir thrum the cadence of summers' closing song The nights grown longer as dusk drifts a slower river ebb to the next impending dawn The cool lushness of mirror pond's margin greenery, draws June's bashful fawns; Twin spotted  frolic in their dappled shadows innocent splash and play Evanescent white pokka dots fleeting to another shade of tawny pale In the blink of an eye life passes one  day  at  a  time The teasing scent of honey crisp red wafts with summer breeze Nature's  nascent  love awaiting   impatiently to fall free    from Eden's tree ... someone you used to know
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
Feeling Dusk
We only danced like floating shadows in mesmerizing daydreams                        wistfully yearning                        to drift as light as shapeless air Warm brush of skin seemed so tangible across the  distant horizon                        touching souls                        only in the throes of musing dreams Sailing blindly down unmapped winding river shorelines                        tiptoes touch                        at shallow waters’ edge                    "Close your eyes" ...  swim afar                        where feral currents beckon                        waft away adrift                        in a moonstruck daydream trance Only in sumptuously                        lucid night dreams                        we swim stark-naked                        in a sea of sublimity Plunging into an alluring metaphysical abysm                        into the secret titanic depths                        azure oceans bathe Plummeting from the edge a Utopian threshold                        swirling beneath restless                        swollen waves crest Unraveling  passion’s prevailing tidal maelstrom                        the wanton estuary                        where lovers yearn to swim Yet … I’ll drift away alone in this restless moonlit solitude                        fly by night through star dust                        showered cosmos scenes                        crash into naked stars                        in their luminescent splendor Imbibe a spellbinding elixir yellow moon on the rise Only in dreams before morning dewdrops gather                       impearled flesh glistens                       on the cotton beach of dawn Awakening sighs replaced by warm enraptured whispers                       the sensual asylum                       passion tenderly betides Splendidly improbable entrancing reverie                       inspiring indefinable                       enchanting realms Awakening to another lonesome daybreak                       the outgoing tide,                       drowning in the trove                       beautiful dreams befall             Someone you used to know                                 2017
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
In Dreams
We only danced like floating shadows in mesmerizing daydreams                        wistfully yearning                        to drift as light as shapeless air Warm brush of skin seemed so tangible across the  distant horizon                        touching souls                        only in the throes of musing dreams Sailing blindly down unmapped winding river shorelines                        tiptoes touch                        at shallow waters’ edge                    "Close your eyes" ...  swim afar                        where feral currents beckon                        waft away adrift                        in a moonstruck daydream trance Only in sumptuously                        lucid night dreams                        we swim stark-naked                        in a sea of sublimity Plunging into an alluring metaphysical abysm                        into the secret titanic depths                        azure oceans bathe Plummeting from the edge a Utopian threshold                        swirling beneath restless                        swollen waves crest Unraveling  passion’s prevailing tidal maelstrom                        the wanton estuary                        where lovers yearn to swim Yet … I’ll drift away alone in this restless moonlit solitude                        fly by night through star dust                        showered cosmos scenes                        crash into naked stars                        in their luminescent splendor Imbibe a spellbinding elixir yellow moon on the rise Only in dreams before morning dewdrops gather                       impearled flesh glistens                       on the cotton beach of dawn Awakening sighs replaced by warm enraptured whispers                       the sensual asylum                       passion tenderly betides Splendidly improbable entrancing reverie                       inspiring indefinable                       enchanting realms Awakening to another lonesome daybreak                       the outgoing tide,                       drowning in the trove                       beautiful dreams befall             Someone you used to know                                 2017
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*The oyster whispers echo within its own silent shell Its utters of longing sought to bejewel a pearl's essence, as an ocean's murmur heaves within its shuck Some might call it lightly fragile hope; a fleck of light in dark Or just a dream of an unspoken grain of sand, a diamond in the rough someone you used to know ...June 2017
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Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
Within its own silent shell
Enchanted by spring’s rustling whispers      ... whistles swirl in the pungent springtime breeze; steeped with a bedazzling         cadence    heart dancing to a hummingbird’s          whirs    waves of breath, of little wings waft, whooshing throughout twining honeysuckle lattice        a tiny manger beset of hidden gold precious speckled eggs,  silver lining of smallest hopes    fruits of fruition    continuum beheld prize, concealed in interwoven rootlets;     potently perfumed flowers        while away the waning dark hours; swollen full flower moon            waxing yellow,..          heavenly fragrance sweetly-scented suckled nectar    the one with eyes of a child,    wonder ― hidden inside,      marvel in the light of grateful eyes imbibing an unholdable moment's     spellbinding elixir      ... poetry alive air  so poignantly perfumed        with blossom         moonstruck by spring’s frolicking cadency a reverent moment's edifying intoxication        a sobering beauty that just is... someone ... May 2017
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
How sweet the honeysuckle lattice
No such beauty            longer dwells          under the guise       of flesh and bones,            in the garden       of a sullied heart            fallow heart      barren and longing                                                  .         time built walls       an unfillable void            burdens tall,       beggared of light         befallen within   a devolving moment so many flowers wither        left in a broken          heart of gold                a gardener knows         sweetest soils      of love and light,      without sunshine               sour     as unripened fruit      memories fading           as if florae     never blossomed         perpetuating      wholly starving,     unweedable roots             too deep,   rupture when pulled         a **** let be             beauty    unfertile seeds sown        where nothing         longer grows     in an uninhabited              silence raging unseen within   the fires of the ages still smoldering inside,    mingled with hope           left for dead hidden in the shadows an engulfing stone cold, handwriting on the wall of silence growing taller
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
Handwriting on the wall