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douglas

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Today I found myself lost

 

Sitting upon a large expanse of groomed green lawn

 

Enclosed on either side by the grand ivory arms of

 

Victorian architecture

 

 

In the distance

 

Beyond the trees the sea

 

Turbulent and indigo

 

Smashing away toward a smudged and foreign horizon

 

 

Heavy clouds above

 

Imposing

 

Shape-shifting

 

Cold and grey

 

The messengers of transience and impermanence

 

 

And I thought of the mountain

 

Of familiar places

 

Feeling an unwanted coolness clutching at me

 

 

Fading dreams and dying passions

 

Like broken strings of pearls

 

Scattering onto marble floors

 

 

And a fatigue slithered through my mind

 

Poisoning my muscles

 

Strangling what remains of my youth

 

 

I must escape these constructs and impositions

 

These insidious tendrils of expectation and judgement

 

Growing like suffocating ivy out of the mouths and eyes

 

Of so many encircling my life

 

 

It is time to choose freedom

 

To fall into rhythm with synchronicity

 

It is again time for bare feet and soft sand

 

For sensuality, silences and happiness

To receive love, you have to give it...

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Douglas,

 

As it is. Off the cushion and into the street- It takes a special person to wrestle in the mud and come up holding hope. Nice!

 

DC&J

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

such passionate dwelling on thoughts that flash so quickly in the mind set just by a vision of one sight or several things one sees. you show sheer beauty and eloquence in your words. hard not to see a very beautiful soul insideour words displayed so perectly timed when reading your reflections.

 

 

 

thank you!!!!

 

 

 

victor

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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I can picture London, out of your poem. :). My dear, Douglas, how much I missed you. I hope you are fine, and that you have settle down, somewhere in the world. It's great that you have what to share with us. I am happy to see you, and to read from you ;).

 

Aleksandra

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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I really liked the "smudged and foreign horizon" and the "messengers of transience and impermanence." I picture you there, Douglas, thoughts drifting back to "the mountain" ... the one in Cape Town.

 

Tony

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

just rereading this my friend... sheer poetic beauty in your words. everytime i see someone i know post a poem especially one written like this i see beautiful people writing beautiful things expressing themselves wondefully. the imageryry here draws me like a magnet wishing i could take in all that you sho00w0ed us in your visions of granduer. i to want to be there with you and here your

words talking to me as though we were in our own world about what you see (saw). your words are poetry. much enjoyed. i could read about the imagery here everyday for hours.

 

 

 

victor

Larsen M. Callirhoe

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  • 2 months later...

thank you all so much for your amazing feedback! i really appreciate all of your words...

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