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Rootless

Even this dawn sidesteps us.
Morning Star shines briefly,
a solitary eye
in the maroon dome overhead.
As white day unfolds petals
on our sleeping bodies,
night’s kisses succumb to arteries
of this wasteland, drop by bloody drop.
The portentous sun
locked in an orbit of fire,
is merely some truth willing to shine
on our terminal rock weighed down
by too many generations shedding blood.

We have no roots,
hovering on a surface of oil stains,
retreating glaciers, car cemeteries,
on turnpikes underpinning existence.
We make love in a land foreclosed,
a cavern of pines whose foreign branches
vault over transient encounters.

Lover’s passions are bypassed
by organum calculating genes,
ovules and spermatozoa,
as a clepsydra measures drops of water
in its double-bellied crystal prison.
Where is the instant
that should have been reborn,
the eternal rebound of lovers’ whispers?

A ray of light traced
a golden medal on your breast.
I sensed your exultation,
as if all sorrows in our lives
had concentrated in that tiny circle.
Outside its circumference,
our hearts soared up to a cleistogamic world
not among men.
Let others remain rootless,
let them contemplate dying cycles of Nature,
crops that nobody will harvest,
whilst I kiss your teasing lips.

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Dear Jerry, I'm glad it's not the stye in your eye that's bothering you...lol.
Thank you for your kind words and I'm glad you like the last lines.
Your visits are always a delight, all the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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"Kudos" for imagery emotion and romance.
There is exruciating pain too

A truly stunning piece of poetry
The second stanza is my favourite but my goodness you do know how to write poetry at its up most best. X

Thank you...Teddy

Dear Teddy, your visits always cheer me up. I don't know whether I deserve kudos, but if you say so, I'll accept them...lol.
I'm so glad you like my poetry, I always need cheering up.
All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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Do cheer up my dear friend. Your ancle will be better in no time. I sprained my ankle a few years back oh my goodness I had a temporary cast that was for 5 days I remember so well because it was July and that's not the time to have casts anywhere on your body, far too hot.i just wanted to scratch the whole time. Anyway I had crutches and they were more painful to use than the sprained ankle was. Write a fun poem on your experience if the universe is pushing you, you may find you have a muse you've never met before? Take care my dear gracy.

Thank you...Teddy

Lover’s passions are bypassed
by organ um calculating genes,
ovules and spermatozoa,
as a catalepsy measures drops of water
in its double-bellied crystal prison.
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Where is the instant
that should have been reborn,
the eternal rebound of lovers’ whispers?

Thank you, L, for your visit. So glad you like those lines. It's a clepsydra, by the way. I learned a few of these things at uni.
Your visits are always welcome, I need cheering up because I sprained my ankle badly and I'm wearing a heavy boot! Nothing too serious, will be over in about a week.
All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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are as strong as you
Ma'am

your mastery is marvelous
I am still learning @80
poetry is not my life
but only a hobby

So I now don't lobby
some read
many just gloss
that's okay by me

poetry is time pass
like eating monkey nuts
or popcorn
or
enjoying a cup of coffee
at TIM HORTONS

DO have em in Argentine
or tis too warm
then cappuccino

Dear L, thanks for your always welcome visit, always in stylish fashion.
We have cappucchino and many other types of coffee in Argentina. We grow our own coffee crops.
I'm not fond of popcorn or monkey nuts...lol. I don't think your poetry is just a hobby. And I'm definitely not strong. My Fibromyalgia is hurting an awful lot right now and I don't take it at all well. I could scream, literally.
All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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thank you for your response
and be strong
rgds

Thank you, L. If you mean my ankle, it's healing well. I'm not that strong, but I bear it..lol.
Best wishes, Gracy

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no one else reads me oldie must I abandon the site now clearly another site I visit more often 100's read me for certain Hers perhaps I have reached the Zenith The sun is now on decline as one gaes tis to be taken as fine I ain't no gold mine poets many more younger ones are now On line with the changing world we need to align
So abide with me really Poetry is no more life really It's mingling in between life and death daily Will I be read after I have gone heavenly No none reads the poets of Neo we missed to date I am also on the plate of time when I will also for a last time chime then none will mime

Hi lovedly, I've been away due to a fall that made a hairline fracture on the sole of my right foot. It still hurts horribly and I have to wear an orthopoedic boot.
So sorry you haven't been read. I'll take a look now.
All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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on this site
people do read
but now one doesn't come to know
Not to worry

get well soon
all d best
Gracy ma'am

OK, L. I see that many people read your poems and there are quite a lot of new members. These new members don't often make comments. Anyway, my foot is better but I'm still wearing the boot. The weather is hot, so I'm sick of it...lol. Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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here is biting cold
the beginning of frost
tc
lest it bites our feet
slowly winter is setting in
life is becoming dull
no work old age is a curse
but not yet not as worse

life is like Christmas Bells
at times only you feel like asking
for whom the bell tolls

read my tribute to
FLASHY

You will see me
ma'am
Gracy

Hi again, L. Well, it's not that hot here, we had 24°C only, but the boot is heavy and goes with a thick sock!
I'm not asking for whom the bell tolls, it's tolled for too many of my loved ones already.
I'll go see your tribute to Flashy, all the best, Gracy

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FLASHY IS RIP
A MONTH TODAY

Dear L, very sorry. Who was Flashy? My condolences all the same.
All the best, Gracy

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"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

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