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The_Fool said:
One of my takes:


Fast or slow,
her heartbeat offers
the pace of my love,
the rhythm of my soul.
Not a clock tick-tocking
time away.
A metronome
offering time,
consistent and timeless.
Timeless in the moment
when bodies intertwined
I lay listening to heartbeat.
Let our love
be the melody.
Let my smile
be the harmony.
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thank you, that is so kind. I appreciate it, I will take it and try again tomorrow.
 
asheville-blue-ridge-mountains.jpg


This is a photo of where I live now. I don't have a view quite this encompassing from my deck, but that's only because our house is halfway up one of those mountains. If I drive to the grocery store, I pass scenery like that. It's amazing, and I'm still figuring out how to write about it. Thus far, all I am able to produce are superlatives ("Awesome" "Breathtaking"), but I'm slowly learning the narratives that will inform the poems. :)
 
Some great Pics there...thanks for posting them. You know you've done something with writing when you can paint that picture for your readers. I think I'm still working on that.
 
A picture like this negative image may not be my favorite picture, but reminds me of a lesson my father gave in response to queries about the nature of energy and its always being positive.
 
Angeline said:
asheville-blue-ridge-mountains.jpg


This is a photo of where I live now. I don't have a view quite this encompassing from my deck, but that's only because our house is halfway up one of those mountains. If I drive to the grocery store, I pass scenery like that. It's amazing, and I'm still figuring out how to write about it. Thus far, all I am able to produce are superlatives ("Awesome" "Breathtaking"), but I'm slowly learning the narratives that will inform the poems. :)
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What amazing beauty! I imagine you have many mountain poems ahead of you.
 
thanks!

chipbutty said:
so lush - what a shame about the heat. :( will it all come back as it was?
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Just recently, the garden was plowed under awaiting fall planting...I feel just tomatos will be planted this year as the florida weather and insects is more than my experience
allows...my roots are in the mountains and the gardens have a solid season....
This was my first garden in the tropics because my neighbor and friend had some time
to spend tending it...he has been unemployed for over 2 years and is a baby boomer...
it seemed to cheer him up to help...I hope we can do much better this year....thanks...blue
 
bluerains said:
Just recently, the garden was plowed under awaiting fall planting...I feel just tomatos will be planted this year as the florida weather and insects is more than my experience
allows...my roots are in the mountains and the gardens have a solid season....
This was my first garden in the tropics because my neighbor and friend had some time
to spend tending it...he has been unemployed for over 2 years and is a baby boomer...
it seemed to cheer him up to help...I hope we can do much better this year....thanks...blue
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experience always counts :) i have to admit to loving the change of seasons - i think it'd throw me out emotionally, if not physically, to live somewhere without 4 defined seasons. good luck with some fab tomatoes!
 
Spell Nothing

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The door unlike all other doors
Opens to a dungeon that is now my fortress.
It is imperfect

And spells nothing.

It creates no sense
In this senseless world
How perfect.

It spells nothing.

I am crawling up the steps
To that door on my hands
And dirty knees

Spelling nothing.

Keep crying
There is no handle on that door
Look for it, reach for it

You will never find it.
It spells nothing.

And it is ugly.




there really is no handle. :)
 
like number 10 Downing Street it has no door handle or letter box, you can only be admitted from someone on the inside, which says it all really
 
Angeline said:
asheville-blue-ridge-mountains.jpg


This is a photo of where I live now. I don't have a view quite this encompassing from my deck, but that's only because our house is halfway up one of those mountains. If I drive to the grocery store, I pass scenery like that. It's amazing, and I'm still figuring out how to write about it. Thus far, all I am able to produce are superlatives ("Awesome" "Breathtaking"), but I'm slowly learning the narratives that will inform the poems. :)
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Because of your well known interest in Jazz this struck me not so much as a visual image but as a mood, a sombre blues.
 
kikmosa said:
Trickling fingers of icy flow
Sliding through crack and crevice
Wearing away the steadfast stone
Carrying away the debris of life

Caressing moss and root and leaf
As it passes gently through
The pools and eddies of water's edge
Never stopping, always flowing

Speeding up, crashing down
Rushing over edges of rock
Nature's gnashing teeth
Wearing into gentle smile

Time passing in the flow
Of water trickling, sliding
Wearing, caressing with
The hand of time
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glad the picture inspired you to write, kikmosa :cool: water is always something worth exploring through writing. *nods* Really like your phrase 'steadfast stone' and i also liked your imagery of the sharp rocks being tooth-like and getting worn just as teeth get worn down.
 
Mine would have to be The Scream.


I have tried a few times, made progress but never was happy with any of them.
 
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kikmosa said:
Trickling fingers of icy flow
Sliding through crack and crevice
Wearing away the steadfast stone
Carrying away the debris of life

Caressing moss and root and leaf
As it passes gently through
The pools and eddies of water's edge
Never stopping, always flowing

Speeding up, crashing down
Rushing over edges of rock
Nature's gnashing teeth
Wearing into gentle smile

Time passing in the flow
Of water trickling, sliding
Wearing, caressing with
The hand of time
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I love the images in your poem. But if you made ( some of) them active verbs instead of gerunds, it would carry more weight. Just a suggestion. I just LOVE river poetry, it's so wild and beautiful I hope to see more of yours .


ie,

icy floe of fingers trickle through
cracks and crevices they wear away
the steadfast stone and carry
away debris of life

:rose:
 
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