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S C A T T E R E D T H O U G H T S .

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Most things that tinkle bring relief,

sleigh bells on a winter's journey home

a late night visit to a porcelain god,

the clatter of fine china as a

sumptuous meal is laid out

rain on a glass skylight

above two lovers heads,

and the wind chimes lonely night song

strummed by the elements that move them.

A phone ringing and a


warm voice whispering

sweet nothings in ones ear.

the list goes on and on

as does the loneliness that proceeds

and follows the tinkling sounds rendered.

If loneliness itself where a bell

it would drive even Quasimodo mad

the cacophony of billions of bells

ringing out their woe

would be almost never ending.

perhaps that's why we have wedding bells

to remind us that there are

better ways too share a ring.

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To put words into a dreamlike state is poetry.

to dream words and them put them down

in a permanent state is poetry,

to state words dreamily putting others

in a state of bliss is poetry.

to dream up words as you state them is poetry

To close one's eyes and exit reality,

and then frolic among the muses of sleep is poetic.

to open one's eyes and let the muses frolic

across the white sheets of lined paper is poetic.

I always dreamed in my soul that I'd write poetry,

but it's poetry that righted my soul.

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In the vast distance behind us,

when moments are as rare as sea glass

on a public beach and sunset lovely,

we look back often and wallow for awhile

in yesterdays splendors and loves that

caressed our wounded souls with a balm of peace.

It is moments like these that carry us through

the rough hewn hours of despair that loneliness

can carve into the structures of our lives.

Sadly though if one could truly go back

the memories would never match the realities of then,

for we tend to make much greater

and soften immensely those moments of yore,

and the true light of that

long ago cherished remembrance

would reveal flaws hidden in the reflections

of only the lovely parts recalled.

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The moon pulls souls together,

just as it folds the endless waves one over the other

it's influences are cosmic on emotions and oceans.

it has viewed the passions of thousands of years

the nuzzling of dinosaurs, cavemen, pilgrims

all of human kind that has been enraptured

by its sway in the wilds below it.

it is always just outside ones window,

peeping through the blinds or curtains

with a fingernail smile or a bright beaming

pockmarked face whose glow illuminates

two sets of lips entwined times ten billion

all over the planet it orbits

the moon is a heavenly voyeur

who helps stir the souls for the scenes

like a director who orchestrates moods

creating the perfect settings

for we who are the actors under his tides of impulse.

A few of us have walked on his dusty face

but he has gleamed in the eyes of

countless coming together

by twos for centuries.

He is the love light, and the night lights

that offers a bit more romance

to passions trysts.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~MFB III

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Comments 7 comments

always exploring profile image

always exploring 6 years ago from Southern Illinois

What can i say fascinating, beautiful, thought provoking,

tinkle tinkle feels so great,

esp. when you can,t wait

hee


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Deborah Demander 6 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

I love the tinkling of your poetry. And the still pauses between them.

Namaste friend.


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Jen's Solitude 6 years ago from Delaware

Wonderful imagery, as usual!


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prettydarkhorse 6 years ago from US

nice and thanks for the vivid memories, thoughts which suddenly make us think about all facets of thinking -- Maita


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Peggy W 6 years ago from Houston, Texas

Moments in the past and future all overseen by the twinkling and lighted sun and moon above........nice imagery!


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Debarshi Dutta 6 years ago from Calcutta

You are always in love...and that's quite forever.

I am envious because only true and deep love could continue as endlessly your river of poetry across our mindscape revealing all the vivid images your river floods our consciousness with. Your poems transfuse and inspire an is quite like a voluntary blood transfusion you simply donate your words ..and that helps me at least..my imagination needs the revitalization.

Although I admit I can never write anything poetic at all....maybe because I am not in love...What you write is only made possible by the truest of love.and i am envious.


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Big Mr Bulldog 5 years ago from USA

Wholly Frijolies, I think I like it.

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