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Mike Edwards's picture
Joined: Jun 17 2007
There You Have It

is the location
of all creation

Anna rRxia's picture
Joined: Dec 25 2009
easy winter

fat, wet snowflakes
swirl on the wind
melt quickly

Joined: Jun 13 2007

In thinking of metaphors,
with all their correlations,
showing what it was like,
with a hope it might validate,
the reader and writer to a,
common ground of mutual-ness,
within any topic of chance.

In 2004 I jotted this after dear
friends of many years went
their own way. I oft took
care of their three kids as
to make the best of the worst.
We had fun as I watched over
them with nothing to say or that
could be said. I still love them all and
some love is impossible change, go

Well, this is a piece I wrote during
that. It's all about!

Marriage... like a good wine paired with the perfect entree. like a career, something you are always working at. like a vase holding both- fresh and wilted flowers. like a hinge that works well for years then just rusts and rots. like delicate onion skin paper that you must hold gently. like God. Mighty and praise-worthy. like a kiln, hot and able to make sand and clay rock hard. like a shower, refreshingly comfortable and renewable. like a patched roof that will eventually leak again. like a silk straight jacket, feeling the restrained pleasure of it. like water contained in a glass slowly evaporating as it is not being drunk.

Joined: Jun 13 2007

It was Faith, was it not? Ensuing
it was what it is and not arrived
by common means but every unique
avenue and footpath. To be able
(even as in a study) to find a maliceless
state-of-being, as we are assured we
all know, exists.

But alas can it exist while bearing
flesh. Fleshless bones do tell a story
all their own. And ashes are never
what they were anyways and everything
has been ashes already.

Many of them are their own graves. Then,
like the rhyme...ashes, ashes. I am going to
make a fire to only but really...make some ashes,
making ashes all the day. Even the incense that
smells of rose and stone are henceforth ashes...
ashes, ashes, ashes, dropping ashes, ashes.

Ashes are the key in reverse to all, 360 circle.
And the malicelessness in pretty ashes will
remain a part me, I am ashes, indeed.


"Faith, Hope and Love...
the Greatest of these Love"

The ashes of lovingkindness,
a gift of this day, not only to me
but to all of you, xo.


Joined: Jun 13 2007

So beautiful are these writings
I've kept with a vast keeping of
black and whites filled with
greatness and nothingness-

An excerpt from-



In Spring It Is the Dawn

In spring it is the dawn that is most beautiful. As the light
creeps over the hills, their outlines are dyed a faint red and wisps
of purplish cloud trail over them.

In summer the nights. Not only when the moon shines, but
on dark nights too, as the fireflies flit to and fro, and even when
it rains, how beautiful it is!

In autumn the evenings, when the glittering sun sinks close
to the edge of the hills and the crows fly back to their nests in
threes and fours and twos; more charming still is a file of wild
geese, like specks in the distant sky. When the sun has set, one's
heart is moved by the sound of the wind and the hum of the

In winter the early morning. It is beautiful indeed when
snow has fallen during the night, but splendid too when the
ground is white with frost; or even when there is no snow or
frost, but it is simply very cold and the attendants hurry from
room to room stirring up the fires and bringing charcoal, how
well this fits the season's mood! But as noon approaches and the
cold wears off, no one bothers to keep the braziers alight, and
soon nothing remains but piles of white ashes.


slo lettuce's picture
Joined: Jul 20 2012
blame game blessing

hours on end
glued to this screen
ingesting beautiful poetry from the vault
empty fridge
laundry piled high
blessed assured
it's clearly all of you's thoughtful fault

Anna rRxia's picture
Joined: Dec 25 2009
Ice-cube tray

Full of mycellium
Richness of blue
Comes right on cue.

slo lettuce's picture
Joined: Jul 20 2012
what I miss about karen...long ago

most often
what I so dearly miss
is that
tender kiss

the kind
that came out
of nowhere..
by purpose

the kind
that could take
a long day
of my misery
and melt it
into a gently
flowing stream
of something

the kind
that could make
me feel
like everything
here on earth
is exactly as
should be

the kind
cried out
I love you
I care

Joined: Jun 13 2007

The Unknown Date

It's of an
uncontrollable time.
to be waiting
for Spring (sigh)
I've not
waited for the
lush Earth
the buds upon
the Maple.
I guess- ever,
so I hath something
new today in
the cold.

The frozen milky
snow to all be
drunk and the
sweet breeze
to dry the rocks
and hills.

Then on the
true greens of
the fertile soil
the beginning
of the end
begins again.

slo lettuce's picture
Joined: Jul 20 2012
Cabin Fever......

Saved a blue jellybean today
From his arch-enemies
Acid and enzymes

Named him "Puddles"
Put a collar on him
And together we walked home

Puddles has taken to his new
Surroundings rather well
And the neighbors just adore him

But the only thing this
Stubborn-ass, blue mule is good at
Is "staying"

So Puddles and I had a
And cleared the air

And from that gentle session, I learned
If I breathe on Puddles just right.....just right
He will ever so kindly oblige and "roll over"

Sweet, blue Puddles
You're a keeper



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