Brushstroke
Friday the twenty second of may two thousand and nine twelve thirtyish south australia planet earth. Touched by the spirit of this particular moment.
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! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Bits and Pieces , Everyday Life, Freedom In Words & Art, Graphic Scratch, Live, Love, Dream: , The beauty of poetry, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers and WMGToday is one of those special days, like a hot spring within
autumn’s crust, joy in a silver cocoon.
I’m the coast alongside endlessness.
Happy
catepillar tunes. The day moves
and I move with it. There are seeds
abundant, prayers to hatch
any moment.
You can’t descibe beauty, only walk with it
and forgive it when it’s there
no longer. These days you kiss in the way
lizards are in love with their sunned stones.
You would kiss
a blade of grass and remember your former life,
how you felt when you loved someone
or when they loved you. All the blessings you felt,
romantic rituals, some high magic
you once did when your life was wrapped
in rapture.
I want to knock on grevilleas, on pink surprise,
on honey gem, on the stellar gums that say something
gentle and fierce.
Poetry answers
when I knock on grass, on hakea, on banksia,
on silkwood and bottlebrush.
The wattle is sexual in seven hundred ways,
this land lives and dares to live.
That is all; an enterprise, reddish brown, fevered,
we love and hate
to be a part of it.
Serendaded
in stone.
The sky is pure azure glass.
Nothing divides me from heaven.
I can hear its crystal tongue, its ancient prophecy.
No pillars of measured light. There are
golden tracks
that betray our clocks (and plight.)
Find a new way to glide.
Is this beauty a woman? A shrub spirit?
She doesn’t stretch to hand you answers,
if she’s a she at all.
You won’t remember it when its gone… (if you do that
well enough
then you may tread in her holy shade.)
She’ll love you how she loves you.
Beauty, married like a spoke to the rim.
I’m forever in love with these whims,
these brushstrokes.
Copyright. 2009.
AmandaGWright
This is truly a work of great beauty.
Reads like a song to the heart.
Perfection in a poem.
jim marshal replied
A song of the heart, that is a high compliment indeed. Thanks love.
Sally Omar
Oh, yes, this is an amazing piece..made my heart sing!!!!!!! xoxoxoxox
jim marshal replied
Thank you Sally, more than happy you liked it.
fullcirclemand...
Ohhhhh Jim…. poetry from the heart and soul – thanks hon:) xoxox
jim marshal replied
No worries, thanks!
Affimation
Very nice:)
jim marshal replied
Thank you.
tracyxkeema
you’ve captured the moment perfectly, beautiful writing jim and a great feature x
jim marshal replied
Cheers Tracy!
girlinthestars
beyond a fitting comment…. i just vacationed in this. xx
jim marshal replied
Hey thats great, thanks Amy. xx
Songwriter
I want to respond but I am silenced by the beauty of your weaving, your tapestry which is in itself a work of strength and is holy.. Thank you Jim.
jim marshal replied
Wow I am blown away by that comment, speechless and humbled, thank you.
terezadelpilar
you are a fantastic writer and poet:)
jim marshal replied
Thanks for saying that.
bearpaw
melodical & beautiful :)
jim marshal replied
Thank you bearpaw, means a lot.
Astoreth
Jamie, this is like a beautiful, mystical walk in nature with someone you love deeply. Outstanding. xxxx
jim marshal replied
Thankyou, that is a memorable comment. Love, hugs…
Kristin Reynolds
This is filled with awesome, beautiful lines. it is really good. :) Kristin