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The red clay urn. THE RED CLAY URN. The apple blossoms performed in a white dress Bridesmaids to the sweet Lilac Which flowered in soft pose against the old barn wall To bow its leaves to the gentle rain Reflecting in luminescence to a hidden moon And I stood in silence Allowing the rain to wash me Perfumed in the slow scent of this night My eyes on the large red clay urn Which lounged in an uncaring mood beneath the Lilac tree Its rounded face upturned With a widening mouth tilted to catch the drink And I watched the rain sweeten the Lilac leaves To kiss in falling then chase each other And fall like iridescent pearls, each teardrop In fancy’s drip so the red clay mouth drank the wine And my eyes closed to the play My mind understanding the rain to be a gentle fall Of full and generous emotions Which fell in swollen joy to the mouth of the soul Filling the sacred vessel to the brim With joy’s hidden knowledge of love’s nectar I felt the sensation of knowing Understanding the container, the soul As I walked back to my love |
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11/1/2011 10:30 am |
I am sure your words will spur me to greater heights and I thank you most sincerely for your kindness. That the write pleases you, pleases me. Ron.
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this is very nice. and the hat, too! welcome back.
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11/1/2011 10:25 pm |
Thank you, Jan and have my permission to follow me anywhere! Ron.
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11/1/2011 10:27 pm |
Thank you indeed, Ellie for your kind words... Ron.
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11/1/2011 10:28 pm |
this is very nice. and the hat, too! welcome back. Ron.
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11/1/2011 10:30 pm |
It's my pl;easure to write, always... And more the pleasure when others enjoy the read. Thank you for your comment... Ron.
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