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The Lady of Shalott
The Lady of Shalott My self-imposed exile built tower Not given up to some easy discretion Conviction crumbles even the mortar Here the turret stands before you, Waving pennants, backwards masonry, Blackbirds perch upon strumming wires, They beckoned my shut-eye lost youth. What feelings whirl in callusing threads Fingertips agile, fevered and slipping Lost, clasped upon slippery shuttlecock? You- no equal to my requiem, somber doze My mirror-vision, weak seeking something sly But upon the creeping flow of hours quickly Then softly, heavily, sadly, inevitably... The stories you tell tear my heart asunder, Cracked my distant visions through brittle panes, Outside in the whole wide vastness - a void... Sometimes the river shudders stories up, Someday my Prince will come (gloried they) Meanwhile, some vagrant barge sits companion to Cattails, skirting delicately the silted banks. |
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my god you're talented. Thanks for sharing in a place where we wandering casuals might be inspired by it. It's always a joy to find something special in a place unexpected. So to come across this among the bland blogs and body parts leaves me very appreciative. It reminds me of great teachers of internal body arts I've been graced to have seen... but how it's taken years, literally decades of work to find the communities within communities that real experts occasion, let alone dwell. Then again, sometimes even the rarest and wisest come into town to buy staples, where casual folks, unprepared, undefended, may either awaken to or pass by their depth. Looking forward to going through your work as I have time. All, all the best. Thank you, thank you! I love how in the virtual world some of my closest kindred spirits can live in Australia, Texas, Canada, Greece, or the Carolinas. Please come back often, please consider becoming a 'watcher' of my blog. I mention in the post "Blog Gentrification," that I am trying to actively build-up my watchers. This is not to say I seek watchers for the sake of impressing or trumping, but just that I want exposure and feedback on my writing. I'm trying to see where this can take me, personally...spiritually...and professionally/ financially. I know every time I allude to this, if Local Sexy Swingers gets an inkling, they may pull my blog or a post within. But, I don't really care. I'm all about expression and not at all about censorship. I read your blog (a bit) and your profile (all). You sound like a really good person- a Good Man. To me, rare and special, a Good Man is the optimum compliment. All, all the best back at cha, MT PS you should read my other profile, which is under the name: dragonfliezzz...and that account also links to a blog of my visual art. I've got a diverse portfolio there too. Please let me know what you think! D/MT
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my god you're talented. Thanks for sharing in a place where we wandering casuals might be inspired by it. It's always a joy to find something special in a place unexpected. So to come across this among the bland blogs and body parts leaves me very appreciative. It reminds me of great teachers of internal body arts I've been graced to have seen... but how it's taken years, literally decades of work to find the communities within communities that real experts occasion, let alone dwell. Then again, sometimes even the rarest and wisest come into town to buy staples, where casual folks, unprepared, undefended, may either awaken to or pass by their depth. Looking forward to going through your work as I have time. All, all the best. "The greatest worth is self-mastery ..quality is seeking to serve others ..precept is continual awareness ..medicine is the emptiness of all ..action is not conforming with the world ..magic is transmuting passions ..wisdom is seeing deeply"
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