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It's everywhere, you know.
you can hear It in the song sung by the wind.
trees applaud the musical wind, leaves rasping like snake on snake.
It brings a swollen tear to a clouded eye...
purging pain like pouring rain.
Then comes the Sun.
by It's light we see the rain has washed the dirty night away...
by sunlight we see that It Is Beauty....
It lives in the reflections of mud puddles.
It lives in innocence, and is full of bravado.
It laughs til It cries, which, of course, makes It laugh.
It plants flowers in asphalt.
It wears sunbeams for special occasions.
It is impossible, illogical, irrepressible, irrational.
It is Beauty, and to see It....don't look.
It's everywhere, you know.

JDH
10-31-2000 [comments] => 3 [counter] => 278 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jigget [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

It.

Contributed by Jigget on Monday, 5th January 2015 @ 05:57:50 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

It.
_____

It's everywhere, you know.
you can hear It in the song sung by the wind.
trees applaud the musical wind, leaves rasping like snake on snake.
It brings a swollen tear to a clouded eye...
purging pain like pouring rain.
Then comes the Sun.
by It's light we see the rain has washed the dirty night away...
by sunlight we see that It Is Beauty....
It lives in the reflections of mud puddles.
It lives in innocence, and is full of bravado.
It laughs til It cries, which, of course, makes It laugh.
It plants flowers in asphalt.
It wears sunbeams for special occasions.
It is impossible, illogical, irrepressible, irrational.
It is Beauty, and to see It....don't look.
It's everywhere, you know.

JDH
10-31-2000

Copyright Â© Jigget ... [ 2015-01-05 05:57:50]
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Re: It. (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Monday, 5th January 2015 @ 01:46:07 PM AEST
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Well tricker my treat...Drawing me in by mentioning Halloween, and it has nothing to do with it. There is beauty to be found in this poem as well.
Some truly wonderful lines.
It also seems to have been born in a moment of peaceful lucidity.
Uplifting, even if it was long ago.

Some of my favourite lines:

It brings a swollen tear to a clouded eye...

It lives in the reflections of mud puddles.
It lives in innocence, and is full of bravado.
It laughs til It cries, which, of course, makes It laugh.
It plants flowers in asphalt.
It wears sunbeams for special occasions.

Nicely done!

So...it begs the question...15 years later. Do you still see the beauty in your life? I hope so.

Happy new year. New year, new you? New me? I deserve it. We all do.
You too, friend.

~Scorp

Re: It. (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Monday, 5th January 2015 @ 09:50:26 PM AEST
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OK…now you have me wanting to look into mud puddles! You are so right; beauty is everywhere. There is no central theme or formula--it just exists for us to find.
I'll be looking a little closer--and thank you for that!
softerware

Re: It. (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Tuesday, 6th January 2015 @ 06:46:34 AM AEST
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Very, very, nice
Good flow and a very uplifting message!

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