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Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb
Post Number: 4901 Registered: 07-2001
| Posted on Tuesday, September 20, 2005 - 4:31 pm: |
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(Kathy and I have made several revisions to the first 9, so we are reposting them. We''ll make this a practice in the future.) The Many Names for Sun - The Beginning 1. Sunrise, First Shine I wake, the light demanding the day be joined, morning so gentle I can’t resist the call. By noon, shelter sought from the sky’s power; twilight, to watch the day end in crimson blaze.—GDB * 2. Sunbeam, One Leaf Wandering, the creek flows over gray stones, autumn heat streams through maple branches. In a still pool, the fall of amber light; a single red leaf whispers toward water. —KP * 3. Sunny, Meadow The sharp taste of dust and pollen greets us, the trail a thin line across the meadow. A flash of light breaks in the woods beyond: Feather, horn, a reluctant traveler? –GDB * 4. Sunflower, One Seed We plant one small seed, black with white stripes, from the dirt stretches a crooked green stem. Open petals, yellow rays light blue sky, one flower's face, my friend, many more seeds. –KP * 5. Sundress, Porches A flowered frock waves from the farm’s front porch; each hand imagines smiles for him, one knows. In the eaves, wasps paper their new queen’s nest; her tea glass sweats, ice melts - flowers flooded. --GDB * 6. Sunbreak, Clouds At dusk heat falls, in the morning rises. The day ablaze we wait for gentle winds, wisps of white, soft rain. To quiet the sun -- a little cloud cover, night's fireflies.—KP * 7. Sunburnt, Harvest Skin the hue of overripe tomatoes, the texture of the season’s last pumpkins – too much time spent in brown-burnt wheat fields, seldom wrapped in cool sheets, her healing hands.—GDB * 8. Sunday, Sojourn We leave again, the way of travelers. Autumn mountains draw us ever onward past topaz tamaracks, copper maples, one farmer's market, roadside; we arrive.--KP * 9. Sunglasses, Hunter Behind his shades, the hint of a smile; behind his smile, a hint of shadows – past twilight, he drags the city’s streets, eyes lost behind mirrors made for day.
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LJ Cohen
Moderator Username: ljc
Post Number: 2971 Registered: 07-2002
| Posted on Thursday, September 22, 2005 - 7:18 am: |
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Greedy impatient me--I want them all! ljc http://ljcbluemuse.blogspot.com/
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Gary Blankenship
Senior Member Username: garyb
Post Number: 4936 Registered: 07-2001
| Posted on Thursday, September 22, 2005 - 7:22 am: |
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Lisa, lol. Be patient. Good things take time. One of my teachers takes two even three years per poem and translation. Smiles. Gary
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