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  1. Heartbeat

    Heartbeat Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    In the Windy City
    It was anything but windy
    Dog days of August
    Not an overcoat in sight
    But through my heart
    The wind blew

    Beveled-edged glass
    Provides a privileged view
    I see solid oak and dark cherry wood
    Spiral staircases, fine art
    Politically correct smiles
    Handshakes and prestige
    Intellect required and expected
    Standards
    All historically safe
    Behind 18th Century Gothic structures
    Yet on the wings of a Gargoyle
    Perched high among the ivy
    The wind blew

    Blowing in my face
    Chilling me with one reality after another
    Every emotion mixed and tossed
    Like trailers in a Kansas tornado
    The wind is a cruel reminder of change
    Blowing things to you
    Blowing them away

    I felt the wind in so many ways
    And at the end of the day
    Its comfort and calm took me home
    Knowing everything will be all right
    Drying my tears of sorrow
    Drying my tears of joy
    The wind blew

    BE
    © August 29,2002
     
  2. alyce

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    This gem is a masterpiece with many facets through which the reader can "see" ...You are indeed a word artist. I appreciate what you allowed me to envision here...as well as what lies just beneath the broad surface of this canvas of your emotions.

    Looking forward to viewing more of the mult-colored fragments of this prism.


    alyce
     
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    Extraordinary visuals. And there is also some pain with the ultimate joy inside this work. But that's what makes the portrait of life so completely unique to the one who is living it.

    Thank you for sharing this, Poet.

    MOJO
     
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    Heartbeat Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Thank you poets. The picture I've tried to paint is only a fraction of all I see and sense of the situation that inspired this poem. Perhaps there will be more to try and complete the picture.
     
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    "The wind is a cruel reminder of change
    blowing things to you
    blowing things away"

    WHOA, this was soooo true, much about the rythum of life here and the constant winds of change. We have no control over which way the winds blow. But we have the wisdom of the knowledge that winds do bring and take away, so change good or bad is never without a gift.

    This was so awsomely inspired a piece and so beautifully stated with so many layers of meanings, feelings, and thoughts.
     
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