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<br />
Above my door...<br />
About my door...<br />
Surrounding the door...<br />
Enveloping the door to my innermost yearnings,<br />
there breathes a living landscape of hope,<br />
		a simply constructed paper countryside,<br />
		a pulpwood world in which dream is imbedded...<br />
<br />
Far distant stands of deep souled firs rise in solidly anchored silence,<br />
	in resolute contrast against heavens of fine grained oak,<br />
	their rich, vibrantly rumbling hue in jagged edged silhouette,<br />
stands imposingly regardless of the season,<br />
			vigilant in their determination to protect<br />
				should hope be jeopardized,<br />
and dream threatened...<br />
Softer hardwood greens gentle the forbidding presence of the firs,<br />
	their softly rounded silhouettes flow<br />
		in a mature dance of pleasure,<br />
			a delightfully infatuating swoon,<br />
				knowing that they have a part in dream's reality...<br />
Closer still, spring fresh meadows gently roll and tumble in pleased awareness,<br />
	wind caressed pastures of unconquered, unyielding flora <br />
smile from deep within<br />
and murmur their delight,<br />
	while closer still, freshly sewn fields of unwillingly domesticated grains,<br />
			their natural yearnings restrained by man's self-worshipping pre-eminence,<br />
			their hearts subdued by decades of un-natural selection,<br />
			their future imperiled by greed, convenience and frivolity,<br />
these tremble with explosive comprehension,<br />
for the dream they now give substance to<br />
	speaks of purpose, <br />
		of Truth and Wisdom,<br />
of Beauty,<br />
of whispered gentleness, empathy and kindness,<br />
	giggles joy and softly hums her lullaby of contentment,<br />
	barely contains anger's fire in the face of injustice and abuse,<br />
	smiles an intoxicating, heart encompassing, mind numbing<br />
		burst of warmth, desire and acceptance,<br />
	sings both the harmony and melody of Love and Freedom.<br />
	The meadows and fields revere the privilege<br />
		of contributing their portion to dream's veracity.<br />
And then, the closest of all,<br />
in the bright lights of the foreground the tulips and irises squeal like giddy teenagers,<br />
		incomprehensibly expressing their incomprehension,<br />
		petals reaching for the newly discovered sphere of fire, light and energy,<br />
			they sob and giggle and laugh and cry,<br />
				deliriously declaring their thrill and exuberance,<br />
					a simple happiness that they, too, are a part of, dream. <br />
<br />
At long last,<br />
	meandering her unhurried way through the heart of this landscape,<br />
		thoroughly contented,<br />
		her spirit swirling in soothing rhythm with the country-side,<br />
	kindly weaving a delicate trace amongst the deep souled firs,<br />
		on to the dancing beeches and maples and oaks,<br />
		in and about the spring fresh meadows and trembling fields of grain,<br />
		and then amidst the simple, happy flowers,<br />
			this Ribbon of Blue gently flows...<br />
				so gently she flows...<br />
	<br />
<br />
<br />
Unfortunately,<br />
	2-dimensional art as an expression of heart, soul and spirit is so rarely understood.<br />
2-dimensional expression often times screams with the tortured soul of the painfully restrained,<br />
	but, the observer in breathless awe responds to all this agony with, "It's beautiful."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Never-the-less,<br />
	Above my door...<br />
About my door...<br />
Surrounding the door...<br />
Enveloping the door to my innermost yearnings,<br />
there breathes a living landscape of hope,<br />
			a simply constructed paper countryside,<br />
			a pulpwood world in which dream is imbedded...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
April 2, 2005<br />
rko<br />
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                                                            <b>A Dream Imbedded</b>
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                                                        <font class="tiny"><b>Date:</b> Thursday, 1st December 2005 @ 07:45:04 AM AEST<br><b>Topic:</b> Sad Poetry</font><br><br>
                                                        <font class="content">Contributed By: enigma<br><br>
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                                                       A Dream Imbedded<br />
<br />
Above my door...<br />
About my door...<br />
Surrounding the door...<br />
Enveloping the door to my innermost yearnings,<br />
there breathes a living landscape of hope,<br />
		a simply constructed paper countryside,<br />
		a pulpwood world in which dream is imbedded...<br />
<br />
Far distant stands of deep souled firs rise in solidly anchored silence,<br />
	in resolute contrast against heavens of fine grained oak,<br />
	their rich, vibrantly rumbling hue in jagged edged silhouette,<br />
stands imposingly regardless of the season,<br />
			vigilant in their determination to protect<br />
				should hope be jeopardized,<br />
and dream threatened...<br />
Softer hardwood greens gentle the forbidding presence of the firs,<br />
	their softly rounded silhouettes flow<br />
		in a mature dance of pleasure,<br />
			a delightfully infatuating swoon,<br />
				knowing that they have a part in dream's reality...<br />
Closer still, spring fresh meadows gently roll and tumble in pleased awareness,<br />
	wind caressed pastures of unconquered, unyielding flora <br />
smile from deep within<br />
and murmur their delight,<br />
	while closer still, freshly sewn fields of unwillingly domesticated grains,<br />
			their natural yearnings restrained by man's self-worshipping pre-eminence,<br />
			their hearts subdued by decades of un-natural selection,<br />
			their future imperiled by greed, convenience and frivolity,<br />
these tremble with explosive comprehension,<br />
for the dream they now give substance to<br />
	speaks of purpose, <br />
		of Truth and Wisdom,<br />
of Beauty,<br />
of whispered gentleness, empathy and kindness,<br />
	giggles joy and softly hums her lullaby of contentment,<br />
	barely contains anger's fire in the face of injustice and abuse,<br />
	smiles an intoxicating, heart encompassing, mind numbing<br />
		burst of warmth, desire and acceptance,<br />
	sings both the harmony and melody of Love and Freedom.<br />
	The meadows and fields revere the privilege<br />
		of contributing their portion to dream's veracity.<br />
And then, the closest of all,<br />
in the bright lights of the foreground the tulips and irises squeal like giddy teenagers,<br />
		incomprehensibly expressing their incomprehension,<br />
		petals reaching for the newly discovered sphere of fire, light and energy,<br />
			they sob and giggle and laugh and cry,<br />
				deliriously declaring their thrill and exuberance,<br />
					a simple happiness that they, too, are a part of, dream. <br />
<br />
At long last,<br />
	meandering her unhurried way through the heart of this landscape,<br />
		thoroughly contented,<br />
		her spirit swirling in soothing rhythm with the country-side,<br />
	kindly weaving a delicate trace amongst the deep souled firs,<br />
		on to the dancing beeches and maples and oaks,<br />
		in and about the spring fresh meadows and trembling fields of grain,<br />
		and then amidst the simple, happy flowers,<br />
			this Ribbon of Blue gently flows...<br />
				so gently she flows...<br />
	<br />
<br />
<br />
Unfortunately,<br />
	2-dimensional art as an expression of heart, soul and spirit is so rarely understood.<br />
2-dimensional expression often times screams with the tortured soul of the painfully restrained,<br />
	but, the observer in breathless awe responds to all this agony with, "It's beautiful."<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Never-the-less,<br />
	Above my door...<br />
About my door...<br />
Surrounding the door...<br />
Enveloping the door to my innermost yearnings,<br />
there breathes a living landscape of hope,<br />
			a simply constructed paper countryside,<br />
			a pulpwood world in which dream is imbedded...<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
April 2, 2005<br />
rko<br />                                                        <br>
                                                        <br>This poem is Copyright © enigma<br><br>
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