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Recapturing Those Lines

Posted on May 27th, 2007 by Shewolf

Submerged without thought
or reason, this sanctuary
has barely caressed in what
remnants of the betiding
reveries

Searching, the means of perfection
acknowledged this figure called
imagination — or rather, ensnaring
those wandering phrases; voices
are fondled just as birth
starts anew

Journeys by definition sought
more than another avenue upon
which to travel…

Rattles of wooden dancing
figurines stretched out-
in attempts to scribe
the sentences of which
they’ve now become
preservation and reality
outside the realm of life
itself

But for now, I’ll sit
here underneath these
orchards and remain
absolutely silent
while the world converses
to these dexterous limbs
© B. Chandler http://allpoetry.com/poem/3004702

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