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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Apr 9, 2010 16:23:37 GMT -5
You have to be aware-so aware your heart is born anew in your eyes, to see spring awakening as you arise this morning and drive through the promenade of purple-pink, providing a cathedral for your blissful moments of communion;
Communion with the Source that gently steals your breath and replaces it with grace.
The beauty is there for you as you taste the wafer of wonder and drink the blood of last night's rain... a eucharistic feast for the famine of your barren soul.
Come with me and dance joyfully; for winter is nigh and you will soon be cloaked in darkness
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Post by LeoVictorBriones (poetremains) on Apr 9, 2010 16:50:30 GMT -5
This is an interesting poem. I think the first stanza and last three fight against each other. They seem congruent philosophically but the tone is really different and it slows the poem for me. Try dropping the first stanza (save it for another poem as it has nice images) and reading the poem with the 2nd stanza as the lead. The poem reads perfectly and is more consistent in language and intent IMO. Nice title, clever.
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Post by mfwilkie on Apr 10, 2010 11:17:43 GMT -5
Jon, I'm finding this full of tell. Mags
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Post by Marion Poirier on Apr 10, 2010 22:53:36 GMT -5
Lovely poem, Jon. I suggest some trimming and more subtlety. Please ignore if anything conflicts with your intent. Regards, Marion
Spring awakes; rise this morning. Drive through the promenade of purple-pink, a cathedral for your moments of communion. Taste the wafer of wonder and drink the blood of last night's rain... a Eucharistic feast for the famine of your barren soul.
Then, come with me and dance joyfully; winter is nigh and you will soon be cloaked with color's absence.
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