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sky
Contributed by
darkeyedman
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Sunday, 8th December 2002 @ 05:00:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
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A dozen altitudes play with the birds
hand in hand in circles and dives
the dark spots grow and fade away,
misting past in a blur,or hanging in the air
so still they never twitch or tilt
until they tire of their exercise
or lack of it.
The clouds darkly blot or lightly stretch
to thinness, suspended by their distance
far above human frailities such as gravity.
They speak of mysteries with understanding
and novels with total boredom
that makes them cry and waste themselves
upon the earth proper.
The sun leaves no print as he crosses
the blue plains we tilt our heads to
when planes pass making only temporary gashes
across the blue plains we tilt our hats to
in the presence of ladies of most sorts,
except the most sorted.
No missle ever cut so wide a swath
that it was not not there instantly afterward,
nor do those who build the tall towers
know dominance as they sway in its wind
and live in the midst of yet very much below
and lesser than its glory that belies
the tenderness of spring rains
and summer gusts.
Copyright ©
darkeyedman
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2002-12-08 05:00:00]
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Re: sky
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by OreO on
Sunday, 8th December 2002 @ 11:07:59 AM AEST
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The sun leaves no print as he crosses.....i love that line...this is such a beautiful write, you've done it again...your talent shines through each of your poems....thanks for sharing this one...
.:*~*:.OreO.:*~*:. |
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Re: sky
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 21st July 2004 @ 08:08:29 AM AEST
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"that makes them cry and waste themselves
upon the earth proper"
Your voice is strange in its resonance, yet it works . .. somehow.
Another exciting read. |
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