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Touching down
Calamus touching down
whispering fragrance
embody my parlour air
covers of calf skin
blanket in north wind
as blood of the gall
seers deep into my vein
How more can sunshine
set high in cleared sky
what drips not trace of rain
but edged in mist
as a tide rolls in
fount of youth flows high
what sets in blue
Then what should be first
always ascends heaven
The epicenter milkyway
in coin tossed wish
that rippled destiny
as a boy knelt in prayer
rose upon long stemmed rose
Call the broadsword for I am done
pierced upon arrows Eros has flung
what is kept among shadow
tickles my tongue purses my lips
urges me on to that which in life
called me at once purposed and right
I gladly lay down my god blessed life
whispering fragrance
embody my parlour air
covers of calf skin
blanket in north wind
as blood of the gall
seers deep into my vein
How more can sunshine
set high in cleared sky
what drips not trace of rain
but edged in mist
as a tide rolls in
fount of youth flows high
what sets in blue
Then what should be first
always ascends heaven
The epicenter milkyway
in coin tossed wish
that rippled destiny
as a boy knelt in prayer
rose upon long stemmed rose
Call the broadsword for I am done
pierced upon arrows Eros has flung
what is kept among shadow
tickles my tongue purses my lips
urges me on to that which in life
called me at once purposed and right
I gladly lay down my god blessed life
Published 2nd Jul 2013
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2nd Jul 2013 1:08am
Eros arrows can take one down, and yet what sweet 'defeat'. Good read, Soul. The accompanying image fuels the imagination.
2nd Jul 2013 1:56am
2nd Jul 2013 4:59am
...sigh at the beauty flowing through this piece,
...in awe at the majestic tone that's carried,
...mesmerized by the way the words spoke to me.
Gorgeous art, written flawlessly! :)
...in awe at the majestic tone that's carried,
...mesmerized by the way the words spoke to me.
Gorgeous art, written flawlessly! :)
2nd Jul 2013 2:08pm
Anonymous
2nd Jul 2013 8:15am
Thought provoking, yet serene with great visuals -nice work
2nd Jul 2013 2:08pm
Anonymous
2nd Jul 2013 1:53pm
incredible flow mr soul
enjoyed
strider
enjoyed
strider
2nd Jul 2013 2:09pm
2nd Jul 2013 3:28pm
4th Jul 2013 00:22am
If I was visiting Ancient Rome and Greece, I feel like several of your lovely compositions, including this one would be perfect compliments to a tour of the great artwork.
4th Jul 2013 3:50am
Swell My Head Jazz...that means ALOT from You My friend...i'm truly stoked You liked it....I'm always trying Buddy!!!-Humbled Sir!!!
4th Jul 2013 4:59am
Well if the truth be known, I was conceived while my parents were in Europe. Mom and dad would go on and on about the art...
5th Jul 2013 3:40am
Fantastic conversation to be remembered I am sure:)))
So You were borne of culture and a born traveler ;)
So You were borne of culture and a born traveler ;)
5th Jul 2013 5:45am
I always said a place where mom and dad didn't have to worry about my brother! (he was visiting relatives in NJ)
5th Jul 2013 5:57am
poor Guy-- the opposite of art and culture is Jersey I think lol (though i'm sure Your relatives make up for it:)
5th Jul 2013 9:09pm
Can't really say. We had different fathers. Except for on cousin who came out for my brother's wedding, I don't know any of the Jersey relatives.
5th Jul 2013 9:40pm
Indeed mirror mirror on that, My step brother was by 2nd marriage of my father...brother dear had many relatives from jersey I only caught glimpse of.
oil and water-him and i
oil and water-him and i
10th Jul 2013 6:55pm
Stunning idea for a poem, I love the flow
of your words rising and falling :)
of your words rising and falling :)
11th Jul 2013 1:59am
Thank You Dear Scribbler, glad You felt the rhythm of the work, been missing You!!!
Appreciated always!!!
Appreciated always!!!
