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Post by Aish on Feb 4, 2007 23:22:12 GMT -5
At the foot of the world, beneath silver birch and aspen Mother gently reminds;
I am the binding and belong, elemental.
As kinetic leaves flow and tilt, shiny underbellies exposed, and rustle like falling water
smooth into my being.
Torrential calm, the seeker poised baptised once again.
Organic self sings to the sky, and nests,
one emergence closer to Father one afternoon enchanted,
still and placid as both predator and prey ~
At the foot of the world, I am the spider in the center, of pearlescent secrets
intentionally disguised. As delicate.
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egoslip
Dark Initiate
I don't believe in stupidity.
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Post by egoslip on Feb 5, 2007 8:49:22 GMT -5
I loved this piece, it has a nice tranquill feel to it, peaceful, kind of comforting in a way, I know your intent probably had to do with a warning from the earth. But I'm just a sick puppy who think natural catastrophes are beautiful. So naturally I find this relaxing. Good work.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Feb 5, 2007 12:01:38 GMT -5
Mmm I love the mood this piece put me in.
That really spoke to me..
Gorgeous work, Chrys. Ill definitely come back to read this one again.
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Post by Aish on Feb 5, 2007 14:38:39 GMT -5
My humblest thanks to both of you.
Tranquil was the feeling of the day, week, month...with an underlying current of chaos and destruction, yet NOT from the earth. Destruction and Creation are one and the same - personally as well as in nature and society. This piece is from a personal point of view, no warning from Mother - more a warning from me. Beware, the quiet elegance of a woman. Beware, more specifically, my rebirth, when I finally shake loose the last papery husk of my self-imposed chrysalis...stronger, more centered, and deadlier than ever...re-taking that which was taken from me.
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Feb 5, 2007 22:04:48 GMT -5
Yup, I have to agree with Leash, it is a really calming peice. "Organic self sings to the sky," Mm... "As kinetic leaves flow and tilt, shiny underbellies exposed, and rustle like falling water" It reminds me of the start of Clan of the Cave Bear by Jean M. Auel. Destrution and creation... yes I think you pulled this poem off in the way you intended, Chrys. It really speaks for itself. Congrats on the acheivement.
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Post by ankhkat on Feb 6, 2007 20:26:21 GMT -5
definitely very calming and soothing. the line "Organic self sings to the sky," really stood out to me, perhaps it is because i work on an organic farm.
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Post by windfog on Dec 27, 2013 3:26:03 GMT -5
Masterpiece! I really enjoyed with deepness of this your work, lady! It's calm, gentle and wise. I like it! W.F.
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