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Poetry : 1st July
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From: MSN NicknameJodie_3  (Original Message)Sent: 7/4/2008 2:26 PM
I guess everyone knows how I love the sun, I was in fields and lanes and then into the garden on one fantastic day - I just couldn't go indoors .. I got burnt for my pains, but it was so beautiful and I thought I could try and write it up so I gave it a go.  This needs some work, it's really off the top of my head stream of consiousness, but now the  gone in and I've run out inspiration and b*gger- no time, I have to go jobhunting :((
 
In front of me
rich cherry-brown leaves
of a nameless tree
shake and glisten
with summerbright jewels
 
In a stronger wind
is a giant of another
grander and  greener
her great canopy
tossed and thrown like
frolicking dancers
in some strange galleon
riding high
in a wild green sea
 
Larks rise into hot blue
to taste warm insects
delicious to their tongues

A dragonfly drums
trapped for a second time
and then is gone.
 
A small fly lands on my freckled arm,
drinks a head of sweat 
does dizzying circles around my neck
til a better sense homes her
to sweet yellow flowers
set on a sill
I am browned & burned
but will stay here still
 
This sundown bird cheeps a dusk- long warning,
insisting, urgent
And as if on orders
the driven winds
obey and are quietened
Then the air is hushed
the great green galleon stops her swaying
droopy fruits cease their stirring
all is  heavy and still
and the grass has stopped breathing
then at last daylight sighed
and gave up her will
to the first chill of evening
 
A breeze slips in, cold,
a blackbird sings
a strong
and ancient song
instinctive timing
listen now all things of the light
and take good shelter  from
the unknowable night
 
I head for home
down the old wagon path
my feet crush small flowers
in cold dusty grass

A soft summer evening
a moon of fools gold
bleeds through cobolt clouds
moves up through the trees
and deep in the west
weak stars are singing
their siren songs,
they will carry them on
into distant futures
and we have to go too
- can't let it be a silent song
Larks should play thermals
through unborn times
and blackbirds should always
sing out end-of-day rhymes
 
 


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From: MSN Nicknamebobsvoiceofwisdom1Sent: 7/5/2008 2:07 PM
Beautifull poem jodie,
 
              bob upth north..........

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From: MSN NicknameNamedCandyGirlSent: 7/5/2008 7:27 PM
An absolutely brilliant poem, Jodie. Your words are truly inspiring.
 
Candy Girl

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From: MSN NicknameJodie_3Sent: 7/5/2008 7:42 PM
thankyou :)   ..  its a bit basic, I would have liked to have done better, but ran out of steam   :os

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From: MSN NicknameIced-Gem�?/nobr>Sent: 7/5/2008 10:37 PM
WOW !! love it Jodie
More please !
 
 

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From: MSN NicknameDeanIsDoomedSent: 7/15/2008 12:51 PM

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From: MSN NicknameJodie_3Sent: 7/15/2008 11:48 PM
Good god - it LIVES!
 
what you up to man?
 
you know I registered for Glasto but didn't go, just cos I knew you wouldn't make it

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