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I have contrived to live
Hidden in the darkness of night,
And found night emergent, glorious,
Revealing the freedom of shadows.
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Does the fire burning
Within My heart find
Comfort in wintery dark?
Do icy winds dream my flames?
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Do I long to be alone,
Or does Emptiness
Find hot joy dancing
In the swirling night?
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Bear … 11.03.2014
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Dark
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Silent dance alone
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Bear … 01.21.2014
NOVEMBER
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max richter – november
I found this music via: http://poesravenlady.wordpress.com/category/music-i-love/ This page is in a blog with page after page of poignant posts. NOVEMBER is not amongst her selections, but the begnning of a journey that led to it is. Poesravenlady homepage: http://poesravenlady.wordpress.com/
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The problem with NOVEMBER
And all of the seasons
Is they end too soon.
Just when I begin to be immersed …. it’s over.
I can actually dance with-in November.
There are no sudden jarring movements required.
Perhaps I don’t appear to be the Dance,
So much, to my troupe of trees and fog and
The few critters still awake, perhaps,
If they are judgmental types,
I look more as if I am tottering and lurching
Rather than swaying in elegant swirling pirouettes.
I pretend the graceful eddies in the fog
And the ripples of movement in my clothing
Are the dance I hear in my muscles and bones …
No more a viewers comedy.
Which is fine.
When I dance
I do not perform.
Alone, I Am Dance.
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Bear
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Agawela finds moonlight in the swamp by bearspawprint
https://bearspawprint.wordpress.com/2013/08/21/agawela/
Agawela = Old Woman