"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

A Door Through the Highway one shot wednesday #33

Untangle crowded doorways
leading to changeable shades 
weeping willow trees
with spiders
weaving intricate webs
as Gabriel blows his horn
in the summertime
from a mountain
in the distance

Cross the highway
not yielding to the
double yellow line
passing fervently into
mist that leads me into
a fluorescent green pasture
as Francisco spreads his arms
in winter
on the river’s bank
water overflowing

I will step into the day
placing the night behind me
never looking back
Posted by flaubert at 5:52 PM

20 comments:

  1. moondustwriterFebruary 15, 2011 at 6:02 PM

    This poem covers some mileage - a great place to arrive at Day

    thanks for sharing with One Shot and nice to meet you.

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  2. flaubertFebruary 15, 2011 at 6:23 PM

    Nice to meet you, too, moondustwriter.
    Thanks!

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  3. signed...bkmFebruary 15, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    Beautiful Pam...with the arms of Francisco open wide you can feel in the movement out of the city and the know and into the mist...very nice..bkm

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  4. dustusFebruary 15, 2011 at 6:41 PM

    Reads like a poetic tale of personal redemption with some excellent references. Nice work!

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  5. Brian MillerFebruary 15, 2011 at 7:17 PM

    quite the journey you took...and quickly but on the other side i imagine you that much more happy..smiles.

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  6. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2011 at 7:54 PM

    Enjoyed your dreamscape, Pamela.

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  7. hedgewitchFebruary 15, 2011 at 8:57 PM

    Postcard from a slightly surreal travelogue for me, I enjoyed going there with you in spirit. The view looking back may be beautiful, but it makes your neck hurt after awhile.

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  8. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 7:37 AM

    I love how the journey moves from familiar to mythic landscapes, or how the one interpenetrates the other. This double vision -- to see with human and angelic eyes, perhaps -- is what good poetry enables. Very nice job. -- Brendan

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  9. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:52 PM

    Thanks Barb.

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  10. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    Something like that Adam:)

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  11. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:53 PM

    Generally I am that Brian.

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  12. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    Thanks Victoria:)

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  13. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:54 PM

    I used to have chronic neck pain Joy:)

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  14. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 1:55 PM

    Brendan, thanks much and I loved your music poem:)

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  15. AnonymousFebruary 16, 2011 at 2:37 PM

    Surreal and effective! Thanks for sharing this magical journey.

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  16. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 3:02 PM

    How are you Matt?
    I haven't seen you since napowrimo.
    I loved your poem for OSW.

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  17. Steve IsaakFebruary 16, 2011 at 3:50 PM

    Good work, words & flow.

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  18. flaubertFebruary 16, 2011 at 4:07 PM

    Steve thanks:)

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  19. KavitaFebruary 17, 2011 at 2:14 AM

    The journey from dusk to dawn can truly be a fantastic one if we want it to be so... and yours definitely seems so, Pamela!
    Your poem real nice and relaxing... thanks for this lovely little ride, my friend...

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  20. Shashidhar SharmaFebruary 17, 2011 at 4:49 AM

    what a way to say...

    'I step into the say
    placing the night behind me
    never looking back'

    Beautiful ....

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/02/whispers-night-along-sea.html
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