Qryos

~ Thank you, both of you!!! I may be in a meditative state, remembering a dream would sort of seem to be not too deep. Maybe? I don't know. & yes Hon, I always listen to the wind!

~ Thank you Fower! ~ Thank you JimBob! You've never felt distant, like looking through the wrong end of a telescope? Sometimes I feel that perhaps a perception from the farthest end of creation allows one to see the over-all pattern, in the macro as the micro... Of course perceiving at the molecular spectrum reflects too. 'I am pinnacled, there is no place to come from or go to.' ... I do like that line I really ought to write & define before I post, huh? But generally I just start typing on the blank page & post. {Unless I mention it's something I've written before, I'm free-forming... }

~ Thanx Hon!

Like dark glitter it wafts past and I blink, it's gone. Winds push me from every direction - I am pinnacled, there is no place to come from or go to. Distance is all I know and feel Everything so far, so small, nothing more than a glimmer... I am *beep* *beep* *beep* Now awake. OK!!! What was that dream? Something. Coffee... Need coffee!

~ OK. I'll try. {I'm not good at tune-based stuff! Have patience, OK?} Itsy bitsy kitty, climbing up my pants Husband sits there laughing, as I do a dance Kitty ends up perching, in the Christmas tree So of course the clean-up, is all left me Aaah... memories! All around the lit Christmas tree The baby chased the kitty Around about til everything fell Hop! Went the kitty... Told ya! Here's just a cat thing. {For Goober, he was a mighty fine cat.} Large ears ruby-colored in the sunlight on the window sill, He lay in the sun charging his batteries with whiskers alert. Purring at anyone's entrance, That gingered white Tom was always ever a kitten And rolled up his belly for a rub and scrub, drooling. ... I know, no rhyme or reason, but he was a cat. He had no rhyme or reason!

~ I'm glad you like it! I didn't think it depressing when I wrote it either, but evidently others did. Almost got me committed. It was so much more cheerful than I had been feeling...

~ Very very nice! Well done!!!

~ Oh, I like that! We had a grey striped cat named 'Imp' that would have used that as his marching song! ... His name fit.

Death ~ The measured steps come closer now, And still no fear. Still wishing to know Even now, all there is of Life And Death. But time is short, And like the slow ticking of an ancient clock I die. Death holds no loneliness for me, No darkness. Just the nearing of an old friend, A light that's been with me for a long time Now. I will soon slip into peace and rest. Ah, here it comes! You've been a long time coming Death ~ Welcome.

~ Hmmm... That echoes. Thank you.

It burns in my bones like moonlight on a frozen lake, leaving no sign by daybreak. Yet I'm left crippled, blinded wandering. Wondering if I'm shattered as that chill cold fracturing scattered brightly so sharply in a dragon's breath.

~ You are so clear my dear... & you were afraid your voice was lost? That's lovely!

~ Darlin'! You've found it again. You're strong voice... You make me sigh & cry & whisper it over again.

I light a candle each night <silly, I know> Then bathe and dress and I wait <to bring you back> Til dawn seeps over the trees <I know you well> Every time there is a breeze <silly, I know> I hear the sound of a gate <to bring you back> Yet you never are in sight <I know you well> ~ Yes, I'm trying a different thing. I really don't intend to be annoying, I just enjoy skewing forms.

~ Wonderfully done, such wishful desire...

~ Darlin', it's not gone! You still have that magnificent voice from your heart & soul. Don't you ever believe that you have lost anything, ever... It's within you always. You only need to release the voice you have now. Yes, of course it has a different timbre & message, but it is still You. Bellow a bit, get the rust out, share & declare Your voice now. ~YOU ~ You are a magnificent person that has wickedly swift words that touch deeply fine-tuned.

~ Thank You.

~ Beautiful!!!

~ Nicely done! Yes...

~ Oh my... I'm so sorry! I was afraid I'd posted that. I'm a drunk. That doesn't excuse that tho'! I am so very sorry. You are generous & thoughtful Wayne, Thank You I do appreciate your thinking of me! And a friend offers a gentle light to break the darkness, Yet I shout and snuff it out... I cripple myself with fearsome noises that make no sense, Chasing away the hope I desire. I'm my own truest enemy, constant and secure, Hovering and protecting me from happiness.

~ Lovely!

~ That is how waaay too many people judge others with fear. ... So many decisions of hate created by minds unclear of preconceptions & and tons of other 'tions'... It's a world full of humans full of fears & tears. Our eldest son affiliated with a Mexican gang {So.Cal.} & got addicted to Meth. During his time in Prison he adorned himself with large tattoos. Chest, back, arms. He's 27. He's not Mexican. He is {hopefully} weaned from such, he's in a 'half-way house' yet too far away for us to monitor. I know, he's an adult. But dammmit! He's always my child!!! He's smart & beautiful & creative & a junky. {& bald & wearing chullo clothes & his friends are 'Psycho' & 'Peanut'. I cry alot. } Now ya understand my tag-line, huh? I babble... Sorry. I'll try to contol myself better.

~ The entire poem is a lovely metaphor! Nicely done

~ Ahhh, jeesh! Not you too? {There's a whole thread down there somewhere about nagging me to publish...} How about everyone goes & plays at bforloveandjoy ? I've been dumping crap there all lonesome-like. Go play. I don't mean to get crabby or anything. I have edited a few books for others poets that got published. I know it's a freakin' pain-in-the-tush, trying to craft such personal art & thoughts & imagery to be 'popular'. I have had some of my own poetry published. & y'know what? They're just words. That's all. Poets don't write for money or fame, just to be heard. {Because there is no money or fame! The money thing would be nice though! } It's a need... A compulsion to connect. the fire burns heating the rafters cobwebs drift down I'm sorry to go on so long here Wayne, I know it's probably annoying. I appologise!

~ Ahhh Wayne, don't think of yourself as a 'newbie' anymore! You've shown in several posts a wise & caring person. Like it or not Hon, you're stuck! I want you to stay, so don't you go away.