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P R E C I P I T A T I O N



sigh in glade green that shadows thoughts
the chilled seeping of the cloud
that daybreak brought

cool whisper of traffic tires
and furled thick cloth
the angle looks
and purpose eyes
transition searchs
and errand walks

prisoner leaves still cling to limbs
their time done they wait the
break to fill the puddle brackish
mirror to touch the sky
and nestle in thin depths within

while me myself and I
turn turnstile memory
and wait for comfort in the
hunger eyes
sheet glass calculation
and sleight of smile

Islands hover in the mist
the green grey mystic
lady lake
the sheen of light on rail lines
and dripping patterns
on zinc chain link

the hours move like house
dreams filled with wet pattern
I weave my searching
animal and prowl
pupil wide
in rich sublime

the magic of the deep of light
October Twilight

— orgami, Oct 24, 2009

Critiques

Seren

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

And magic it is Steven …

And magic it is Steven ... beautifully done it rained beauty on us again ... love and hugs Jayne x x
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bunnymug

16 years 7 months ago

loved this

"prisoner leaves still cling to limbs their time done they wait the break to fill the puddle brackish mirror to touch the sky and nestle in thin depths within" i have a giant maple full of prisoners in my backyard... they are the lifers of my neighbourhood.
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orgami

16 years 7 months ago

It is seeing the unseen

it is so chronic easy to view all of easiest yet difficult and with discipline to see what has been unseen by common practise for me I look hard at things knowing Im untrained at this Trying to observe everything with such a small human feild of focus (Some are more gifted with vision) (did I say eyesight I meant vision) sometimes I think Im simple to look at leaves or patterns rich large and tiny macro yet what is it we endevour to do but to notice the tell tale cracks in the greater dam the wing part of the fusealage the rivet rusting in its last days (now most things are welded) the tension in people animals and systems about to break Clear the area or clear the cautioned danger leaves and reflections spinning before the final winds snow frost clean the limbs and reveal the pattern the multi tiered and delicate pattern unique to each tree each species genus family kingom phylum etc each genetic touch and fingerprint (not counting the cross bred mutations now emerging ) once happy with grafting now its combinations and back to the leaf that shines in the clear rainwater on the dark tarmac basin pool pristine outline like traditions and values like forgotten bright mittens an outline of a trees function turning carbon dioxide into oxygen before winter rests and smaller mammals and amphibians doze the little of the great value so wonderfully crafted and beautiful This is the sustaining moment of the Now that I exist for

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