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What the the Water Sees
The lake has studied the many faces of the sky:
ghostly white islands far from its reach;
a blue bath to dream in;
slow-moving steel clouds holding back heaven;
reborn clouds: calligraphy unreadable from earth.
It knows God better than I ever did.
Shredded light at peace and floating on its pupil.
All the hope of heaven in one drop of the earth’s
mists and fury . . .
I can believe it now:
one death between me and finally knowing, one death and one
body and one slender line between it all
when nothing can touch the quiet chapel of our past;
only the past is safe.
You see it, don’t you, sleepless dreamer?
The fathoms Time and only Time can swim?
Your view is better and I’ll watch it with
you and perhaps we’ll catch a glimpse of the answers
out there.
Red eye of heaven, flames on the water.
The aging face: the most beautiful of all.
by Patricia Joan Jones
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POEM TWO ITS
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THE SMILES :*D
A moving, balladic piece -
in all of iits bountiful
exploration of what it
means to be humane enough
to be called human...
A humble acceptance of
natural realities seen
through the not stagnat
eyes of water...
An enriching explication
of time in passage...
A glimpse of the realities
of the humanity we are
...
Dreams of hopeful reality
enveloped by truth and
welcoming calmness
...
Its metaphoric essence
unfolds our humaneness.
Its personificatory upliftment
builds our dying world anew.
Its rhetorical consciousness
builds sensations into
moonlit dawns of life.
I see visions of beauty
and passing, yet upheld
glory on simple seas
and smiling eyes
because:
"I believe it now:
one death between me
and finally knowing
..."
What a breath-taking,
inspiring piece -
through the eyes of
this water -
I'm holding
on
to,
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