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Grace is hosting tonight at Open Mic night at dVerse Poet’s Pub dVerse… come on over, share your words, read what others are creating…
If you look closely you can see where we’ve been
Lines…
windbreaks, hedgerows and telegraph poles
white, free falling water down mountains breast
sedimentary layers thrusting out of cold earth
fingers tracing ultimatums in dusty ground
runoff lost to gravity, air and quiet desperation.
lines…
furrows pulled into earth’s womb by plows
blue-green tributaries beneath translucent skin
edges, property lines, borders, divisions
our attempts to limit nature’s abandon
yellow edged pavement promising escape
concentric circles you will not cross.
lines…
on a page, over, over, cursive, circuitous
thoughts I read and write and memorize and say
homeless men waiting for shelter from the urban storm
florescent buoys, and all definitions of safety
fences topped with barbed-wire. Topics
held prisoner by decades of married life.
lines…
love, traced onto flesh by a lingering tongue
incisions cut into virgin land, primeval forest
scar tissue on our hearts
history, life and death, and passings
time, trails, tracks and animal prints in snow.
fine lines…
the part in a baby’s hair
what I see around your eyes
when you smile.
Lesley-Anne Evans, March 2011
BUDDY BREATHING 
Oh, my. I do appreciate this piece, Lesley-Anne.
It is quite masterly … you know!
You know??
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Thank you Jude. I was inspired to write this as I sat in the passenger seat of our car for several hours, passing through farmland, mountains, settled areas and wide open untouched spaces. It’s quite unusual where poems come from… but you know that :) Take care.
LA
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I can imagine the scenes (lines) as though I am riding along with you ~
Then from the outside scene, you close it with a tender intimacy ~ Lovely share, thanks ~
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thanks for your kindness, heaven.
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wow…what a cascade of words and imagery…the intimacy, the scars in the next to last stanza…culminting in the baby hair…and what you see in their eyes….very well done…smiles.
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it really feels like that sometimes, that opening up of a cascading flow… free flow… and I appreciate your read and words very much.
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the part in a baby’s hair
what I see around your eyes
when you smile…. made me smile as well…beautifully penned
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thanks so much, claudia
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