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Synesthetic Bliss

Updated on August 31, 2013

Resting my head in the lap of a ghost

Refreshing confusion

Remembering time and times, the ones that did or didn’t happen

While this one matters most, slick as snot, but sweetly fashioned

In the shape of my embrace and taste, the color of contentment

For the mind no worry, the heart nary laments

The light will burn for no one as long as the sky doesn’t fall

I’ll be watching

Seeing deep to know the suns intimately

To know their birth names

From a language older than words

That presence feeling

That silent sound

Of the song of all that is

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      RodneyBlaec Rainey 4 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Thanks for reading, stuff4kids! Glad you enjoyed hearing uh..well.. us.

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      Amanda Littlejohn 4 years ago

      Very unusual and creative. The 'music of the universe' is far out!

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      RodneyBlaec Rainey 4 years ago from Louisville, KY

      Thanks, Wayne.

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      Wayne Barrett 4 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Interesting and creative, Rod. Good work.

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      Lurana Brown 4 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

      Haha. :-)

      Your description of writing it is as poetic as the poem. What a beautiful, wild setting.

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      RodneyBlaec Rainey 4 years ago from Louisville, KY

      So it snot bad? Sorry, couldn't resist.

      I started writing this a few weeks ago in the country by lantern light, under a clear moonless sky full of stars with the sounds of nightingales, an owl and coyotes all around me. A wild assortment of sensations, thoughts and emotions swaddled me and I fell for the moment. I wanted to wallow in it, taste the stars, see the sound waves and hear what my coffee had to say about it. I wanted to crawl up into the moment’s womb and take a nap.

      I couldn’t finish it then though; I had to douse the light and let my eyes adjust because coyotes scare me.

      I'm so delighted you enjoyed it, Lurana. Thank You for reading.

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      Lurana Brown 4 years ago from Chicagoland, Illinois

      Primordial and ethereal. I loved every word except for snot. :-) Lurana