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listen to a voice calling from where the heron waits
Turn me over
in my grave
and set me free,
do not
admonish me or banish me
to your own private hell
Make no promises
you can not keep,
uncork the bottle that forgets time,
let's be drunk
on the sentience of love
and make love
until my lips turn cold
to kisses
and the stream of sunlight
The moonlight and her erstwhile shadow
belong to no one's avail,
but feel all of you,
inside me,
clamoring to be heard
Write a poem, and dance
your dance, oh drunken poet!
Break down your walls with the insight of falling leaves.
Last few words:
I hadn't realized that this poem emerges as the voice of the muse. We have to die to ourselves thousands of times. Only then will the muse be heard once again over our own din.
~A
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Comments
magics02
Tue, 2011-10-11 10:16
Amen
As I get ready for my big day Anna. I did get chance to read this and I will think of this one while I am there.
Break down your walls
with the insight of
the falling leaves
Beautiful
(check the word sentence for spelling)
Love to you my friend and may I call you just that this morning. Mona sighs times three
Bella Mona Hugs out to you coco
Kailashana2
Tue, 2011-10-11 10:50
Your big day, Mona? Do share
Your big day, Mona? Do share and forgive me if I had forgotten.
sentience... http://www.thefreedictionary.com/sentience
~
author commentmagics02
Tue, 2011-10-11 23:40
Awareness
My bad, got it now:) My big day turned out to be not my big day lol:) Case continued.
Love to you
Mona
Kailashana2
Tue, 2011-10-11 10:52
Life is a spiral, my darling
Life is a spiral, my darling JC, we meet each other again and again, we come through the other side of the same type lows...of trials and tribulations; heights.... of bliss, joy...
~
author commentEsker
Tue, 2011-10-11 18:24
last refrain before the chill
leaves are falling in the heat
the cold nights the wind the rains
are taking them
fall the time of gathering
of remembrance
of preparing for winter
storing summer things
aside like memories
as in the north climes
the nights draw darker
Magnificent poem
shadowed and felt