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Post by Bromanoph on Mar 21, 2023 21:05:46 GMT -5
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in, within my element, I am composed of bloodsong; symphony-- the quiet strings that often go unheard
(drowned by false cacaphonies pretending mechanics and the death rattle hum of electricity stolen and replaced, the steady march of relentless machinery-- certain doom)
instead I am in and of it:
This subtly miraculous serenity even as the wind playfully nibbles at fingertips stretched toward primordial fire, the hearth that warms my heart also warns in sizzles sounds resounding response to nearby river rushing under crushing ice viced together by gravity, weight, time...
do not bother me, cities and lights. do not blight the necessary.
earth as divine dirt beneath my calloused feet
does beat and breathe and wait, knowing:
soon Spring shall sing again against the onslaught of cyclical repetition soon again I shall be reminded by rain and the shedding of seasons will bring
the anticipated drumming rhythmic force undeniably alive, intoxicated by honeyed crumbs,
scent of humus, decayed rebirth, the mirth of bees so merrily providing
as I stand, a man never once removed from that which cannot but own me as I am in, within my element composing odes in bloodsong; symphony--
the unheard strings that often go quiet.
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Post by luvleerenee on Apr 12, 2023 15:33:04 GMT -5
I am sitting outside on my porch swing, in the first warmish New England springtime sunshine, and by no accident, I was drawn to this poem describing virtually everything that my awakening self has been feeling. Thank you for this. The alliteration and subtle internal rhyming was fantastic and I really enjoyed the way the final lines came full circle with the beginning strophe, Perfect poem body that speaks to me of the cyclical nature and spring, indeed.
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Post by Bromanoph on Apr 12, 2023 20:15:06 GMT -5
Thank you so much, dear Renee for reading and experiencing--I am quite pleased that you found this poem and that it spoke to you at just that moment.
Much Love, David
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Post by goldenmyst on Apr 13, 2023 22:54:28 GMT -5
This is a miracle of language and spirituality! You took me back to a place where I long to be, a garden north of here where I once watched a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering among flowers. But this was much deeper than that memory. It is a living word forest that holds the beauty of nature in your writer's hand whose pen grasps the source of all that matters, the earth, and her inhabitants. So far from the city, the rhythms of nature are seen in a vision that paints humanity's beginning and where we return to. The true splendor of the chlorophyll world you have illustrated with brilliance, my friend.
Much love, John
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Post by gypsy on May 25, 2023 16:31:05 GMT -5
Wow! Still shivering from... a soul climax.
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