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Abracadabra
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Sun 11/08/09 02:17 PM
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More sestina madness. (trees, leaves, bed, straw, wind, earth)
Samhain Slumber by Abracadabra 11/8/09 Slumbering autumn trees release their vivid leaves covering the flowers in their bed Squirrels collect some straw in the brisk vivacious wind from the fading grassy bosom of the earth High above the earth in the canopy of trees branches whisper secrets to the wind The vivid ornate leaves that fall toward the straw produce a multicolored quilt upon their bed The flowers in the bed are now but roots within the earth their stems and leaves perished into straw No longer shaded by the trees yet still protected by their leaves from the brutal chilling coldness of the wind Torrents of the wind rustle blankets on the bed bringing animated motion to the leaves Spirit fills the earth and remains within the trees and permeates the silent lifeless straw For what's inside the straw is a secret in the wind only known to flowers, squirrels, and trees What appears to be a bed on the face of mother earth is more than just a pile of lifeless leaves There are worlds within the leaves and communities in straw and microbes, gnomes, and fairies in the earth There are spirits in the wind and ghosts within the bed and ancient wisdom in the consciousness of trees The spirit never leaves, as it's carried by the wind and straw becomes the soil in the bed The song of mother earth is carried in the breeze, as it's sung through generations of the trees |
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what a lovely and vivid mind gift..thank u i felt as i could see what i was reading
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Very nice!
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More sestina madness. (trees, leaves, bed, straw, wind, earth) Samhain Slumber by Abracadabra 11/8/09 Slumbering autumn trees release their vivid leaves covering the flowers in their bed Squirrels collect some straw in the brisk vivacious wind from the fading grassy bosom of the earth High above the earth in the canopy of trees branches whisper secrets to the wind The vivid ornate leaves that fall toward the straw produce a multicolored quilt upon their bed The flowers in the bed are now but roots within the earth their stems and leaves perished into straw No longer shaded by the trees yet still protected by their leaves from the brutal chilling coldness of the wind Torrents of the wind rustle blankets on the bed bringing animated motion to the leaves Spirit fills the earth and remains within the trees and permeates the silent lifeless straw For what's inside the straw is a secret in the wind only known to flowers, squirrels, and trees What appears to be a bed on the face of mother earth is more than just a pile of lifeless leaves There are worlds within the leaves and communities in straw and microbes, gnomes, and fairies in the earth There are spirits in the wind and ghosts within the bed and ancient wisdom in the consciousness of trees The spirit never leaves, as it's carried by the wind and straw becomes the soil in the bed The song of mother earth is carried in the breeze, as it's sung through generations of the trees |
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