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The Frozen Verge
On the frozen verge of land and water
my footsteps ring upon the empty sands
Where the wind touches my face with laughter
Warmth of home beckons with promise of shelter
yet pleasure is held in these open hands
on the frozen verge of land and water
For cold gives old father sun no quarter
and empties all the throngs from summer lands
where the wind touches my face with laughter
No thick crowds now crush and make feet falter
no more park rangers smug their dumb demands
On the frozen verge of land and water
Just the quiet sway of oak and alder
rising up from the dunes in lonely stands
Where the wind touches my face with laughter
Here is where I find the sacred altar
to chant the prayers my filling heart commands
On the frozen verge of land and water
Where the wind touches my face with laughter
Comments
lou
Thu, 2010-11-25 00:30
Sorry
Can't find any faults
Lou
Stand tall, be proud to be who you are, give the world the finger!!!!
Race_9togo
Fri, 2010-11-26 01:20
Lou
Thanks very much for reading, I appreciate it.
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
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Nordic cloud
Thu, 2010-11-25 06:10
Oh prayer-like sympathy
...you awake in our spirits, we dwell with you in awesome silence,
the silence of nature's own Winter whispers and sudden cracks,
the whole becomes a whole so undisturbed by tread and mass of people,
and there within this cool you spread your net of words
and decorate the pool, the lake, the edge of water in its frosty wake.
Loved every word of it and the patterns of them spelling the rhythms
of the wilds. Love Ann.
"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.
Race_9togo
Fri, 2010-11-26 01:22
Ann,
LOL thank you so much for yur comment, as graceful as ever.
The lake is in reality an inland sea, Lake Michigan.
I pray more during the winter months; there are less people to interfere! heehee.
Glad that you enjoyed this.
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
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Race_9togo
Fri, 2010-11-26 02:11
Thanks Shirl,
Yes, it's my favorite too. I was out on the lakeshore this morning at dawn, and smiled.
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
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Race_9togo
Fri, 2010-11-26 02:12
Jayne
Thanks for enjoying...hurry up and finish the villanelle so I can see it!
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Race_9togo
Race_9togo
Mon, 2010-11-29 21:40
Hey Amal,
Thanks for your read and opinion.
sink/sand: Upon review I think that you are right, so I made a change.
"Empty sands" refers to dunes, named further in the poem.
"touches" I leave in, for it's tactile sensation: close your eyes the next time there is wind upon your face, and see what I mean!
"open hands" ...is how I always pray, in acceptance of what is given me.
Thanks again Amal, I appreciate your help.
Respectfully, Race
"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo
http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/Race_9togo