Spirit

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    Spirit
    To touch, to feel the tingling of my nerves
    Your fullness in body and mind and spirit,
    Casting a thunderbolt of life into the chasm of my tired heart,
    beating me to act.

    I love the sea, the wood, the sky and freely touch with no remorse but your presence gives me energy to fulfill my desire. The animas of life leads me to you, to reach
    out and harvest the feelings that so consume me.

    You’re of my spirit that I see wants to be free.

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    Artie commented on Spirit

    06-10-2009

    Hello my friend - I really like the feeling this poem gives me. The beginning of the second verse, takes me back to when I was younger and living in NY. My friends and I went sailing often. Thx for taking me back.
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    IzzyGumbo commented on Spirit

    06-07-2009

    this is lovely! thank you so much for visiting me Grommet, I wish I could explain the reason behind my poems but, they are just what they are. Ive been writing just under two years, it's more of a way to communicate with 'self', Spirit, etc... yes, some phrases have meaning from poems back in date (they all are a story of sorts) but taking a read on one or a few recent does make them seem confused. :) I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to reading more of your art also!
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    Grommet

    06/07/2009

    IG, Wow,I can't beleive you just said that about self & spirit. I write a lot professionally, mostly business letters and marketing copy and recently had an 'awakening' that started this writing as a result of a friends hardship. We started talking and we discovered a spritiual link that has stimulated a few other efforts. But it's clear there is something so not day to day about why I am writing,but simply trying to assimilate a variety of senses. In any event, it has become a peaceful moment when I start crafting. I need to read a few more of yours, kind of ran out of time this AM and will continue to comment. I hope you'll share some explanations too, as I you clearly have something in mind that I'm not going to connect with, there was a numbers poem that really was 'disconnected' for me, but clear you had something going on!!! G

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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