TO THE WRITERS AND THE GATHERERS

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JOURNAL#30

words meet the poet

in life like resolutions

an endless ode lies

in those conjurers of self search

as naturalists in training

'til we live no more

ransoming off the seasons

we barter with the kindling

meeting conflict with a stream of ink

tireless is that sort of swan

clever like the face of copper

each image comes

an occasional thief appears

and the landscape is lost

incomplete

unsatisfied

dull

until

a thousand whispering for thoughts

take their cue

to gather momentum for

but another canvas

to be urged

and upon the grace

of mere mid breath

a scene of joy

steps out from the

swirling shadows

for to be found

one must have been lost

somehow.............

(written Jan 4,2006 245am)




Author's Notes/Comments: 

deep and worth pondering......

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

really interesting piece