Re: Terra Firma -- Poetry Grace and Insanity

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Date Posted: 21:51:59 03/14/00 Tue
Author: Leisa*)
Subject: Re: Terra Firma
In reply to: Morgaine 's message, "Terra Firma" on 17:41:48 03/12/00 Sun

ok, no fair - there's nothing here for me
to pick apart - i love these images.
really brings the reader in with you.

good one, Mors.

Leisa*)
p.s. this board is dying here.
we need some new blood.
or some old blood to return.
i guess i've been so preoccupied with things
lately i've neglected here.
well excuse the rambling.

> Firmly planted here,
> footsteps track the distance
> unfolding like dreams
> waking to spring and thaw;
> Renewed as sundance ceremony
> or the flight of a fledgling bird.
>
> New Mexico sunrise bursts in
> zia eye contact,
> ghosts dance through the heart
> of the land; Standing, I dance alone
> along the freeway of the mind�s path
> into the wounded afternoon.
>
> Darkness falls the night,
> I empty my pockets across the sheets,
> descend into long
> and wanted sleep;
> Silent vespers wander free
> from wasted words in poetry.
>
> Morning brings the sun song,
> days await the touch of life;
> The ride, the write, the newly born
> amid the old and weary worn,
> the ragged age of winter�s grip
> slips now in the dim of dawn.

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