“Joseph in the Pit” by Caleb Adams
(originally posted June 2013)
thunder stumbles in the dark
bumping about the night stage
lagging its lightning quick
flashes of sight
I enjoy the atmospheric comedy
until it hits home that my feet
are also too slow and clumsy
for my eyes
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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There’s something about lightning we find so alluring, although it’s dangerous as heck! (Excellent picture choice to compliment your, yet again, entertaining poetry).
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thanks for the kind comment – we are often drawn to danger – but I don’t know why
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I love a good thunderstorm !
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makes for a cracking good time
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Yup- don’t move as fast as I once did.
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amen
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Very moving!
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thanks – I know you understand
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love it an the use of metaphors
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it is what we do, right? – I’m still learning about metaphors – each poem I read or write is like a new lesson
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on Eagle Eye Network.
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thanks for sharing my poem
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Schaeffer captured ‘sound’ – you capture ‘words’. The end result for the both of you is unique. Wonderful.
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you are ever gracious
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Ah yes, between every blink of the eye, a vision, and within it a metaphor, a poem . . . Love it!
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much appreciated
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Paul, Thanks for reblogging this one! It’s fabulous–and yes, I feel it in my body, too.
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it’s just so frustrating
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Yes, it is. LIke having to make a life after we’ve already made a life–or thought we did.
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