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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

STARS ON WATER


Friday Poetry Fest












We are lost in the darkness
the autumn constellations
like the sparkle of snow

Dreaming
drifting
as milk wagons from a bygone era
on nightbound roads
moving ceaselessly in search
of a vanished dawn

The sleeping forest
crisp and cold
a jewel in the moonlight

Night planes
spiraling stars
deer snorting in the underbrush

Atum spills his seed across the firmament
the great nebula of Andromeda
we need only believe in mysteries

Our campfire
like the summer
fades to glowing embers

Eternity so relentless
and yet so fleeting
springs and autumns flash by
slipping wordlessly away

And we
like stars on water
drifting seaward
In the awe-filled silence

30 comments:

  1. i do still believe in mystery...smiles.

    whores eating chop suey...haha nice..

    like the milk wagons looking for dawn as well...

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  2. I've never heard a whore eating chop suey, but I know how deer sound, so I can make the connection.

    Nice piece, Timoteo!

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  3. This is so beautiful, Timoteo, with the possible exception of the chop suey - (however the connection made is absolute perfection, sound-wise!) I love the dreamy quality....."and we, like stars on water, drifting seaward". So beautiful. One of my faves of yours.

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  4. loved it never heard or seen whores eating chop suey do they really make that noise lol and how do you know? have you sat in a chop suey house listening best bit i liked was stars on water and drifting seaweed reminds me of the sea shore at whitby early morning xxjen

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  5. Really beautiful. Milk wagons on nightbound roads. Love it.

    Chop suey is so messy.

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  6. incredible, the imagery is mind blowing.

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  7. Your words... just grand, and therein this... still your words, moved about a bit. _m

    campfires
    fade into memory's ember
    summer's end

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  8. BRIAN,
    I thought about: Whores driving milk wagons while eating chop suey...but nah!

    BUBBA,
    True, one does not actually need to witness whores eating chop suey to register the audio connection to deer snorts...it's quite a tickling visual as well!

    SHERRY,
    My good friend Sherry--thanks so much!

    JENNY,
    You have to follow some hookers around until you see them go into a Chinese restaurant...

    THINGY,
    Glad you liked that one, babe!

    THE PURPLE,
    Thanks for your comment, and for being such a colorful person.

    MAGYAR,
    Just LOVE your haiku, and happy to be of some inspiration for it!

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  9. hi tim saturday night just came to say hello fireworks here so im stayin in looking after my doggie and havin a nice bottle of cava have fun xxjen

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  10. JENNY,
    You're a good mom to your dog...mine hates fireworks too. Have a cozy evening. Let's toast!

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  11. the opening and ending are beautiful.
    this is a fantastic write.

    poetic and touching.

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  12. yes, I do believe in mysteries.

    cheers.

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  13. "moving ceaselessly in search of a vanished dawn" real strong phrase, real strong, I love! :)
    happy gooseberry day!


    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/11/06/the-way-we-sex-adult-supervision-is-advised/

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  14. I think this is a fabulous poem, but I have to admit, my brain did a flip-flop on the "whores eating chop suey" line. In one way, it seems totally out of place in a beautiful piece of poetry, but in another, it seems to give it a character much needed in our mundane "cerulean" world. If you get my drift. All that said, darn good write!
    http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/07/the-wonder-of-you/

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  15. very visual, contextual, seminal.

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  16. Nicely done, a living picture. The Stars allways a great inspiration. Thank you for sharing.

    moon gazing
    in the midst of autumn
    the scent of leaves

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  17. This is an awesome piece! I enjoyed it! Great use of beautiful imagery. Bravo!

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  18. Goodness...I lost what I wrote well here I go again....
    Timoteo this is my favorite poem of yours I have read so far. It is beautiful, magical, with mystery. So many images I just love. Heres one..

    Moving ceaselessly in search
    Of a vanished dawn.

    The sleeping forest
    Crisp and cold.
    A jewel in the moonlight. :)

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  19. i love the milk wagons and the whores eating chop suey cracked me up...enjoyed..

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  20. well it could be messy but also a bit of fun...

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  21. I'm in awe, wonderful image filled piece, not a crack at anything to be found.

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  22. Another damn good poem, Timo. We need only believe in mysteries, and even if we don't--there they are. I spend many sleepless hours under the stars, and you do start thinking this stuff. They seem to have their own dynamic going on, totally separate, yet graciously inviting us to receive their light. Whispering pines--they really do seem to. Excellent stuff.

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  23. I too am all about the milk wagons and the whores on chop suey! Show stoppers!

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  24. Amazing imagery, Tim. I felt like I was camping out watching stars. Loved the Great Comer stanza. Clever.

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  25. TINKWELBORN, CHEVREFEUILLE, TEKIA:

    Thanks so much first time commentors...happy to see you!

    MORNING, THE ORANGE TREE, LYNNAIMA:

    Much appreciated!

    RIVER,
    Wonderful to see you flowing my way again.

    CLAUDIA,
    Glad you got a smile out of that!

    BRIAN, PAT HATT:
    So nice to hear from two of my favorite poets.

    HEDGEWITCH,

    I know what you mean...I've always been starry-eyed myself.

    KATHY,
    Thanks for the first time visit!

    VICTORIA,
    Yes, that's from a legend about how the cosmos was created. "Vewy intewesting" don't you think?

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  26. just called to say hello tim and see what your up too anything wicked going on lol bonfire night over xmas next are you being santa or do you get knee ache lol xxjen

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  27. Ah, I like this dreamy side of you. Thanks for the comment on "Can you love me?" Made me smile. hugs, pat

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  28. JENNY,
    I used to play Santa at a pet store, and people would bring any kind of animal and the animals would sit on my lap...then their kids would sit on my lap, and it was a pretty unruly bunch! Sometimes they would fight like cats and dogs!

    PAT,
    Glad you liked that...sometimes I can't help but say what's on my mind! What a concept!

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  29. Photo and poem enchanted me now take the whore out she doesn't belong...I'll catch up eventually now that I found you again

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  30. LORRAINE,
    You hurt that whore's feelings, saying she doesn't belong!
    :)

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