the_wind_will_carry ever dumbening When downwind climbs uphill, up out of the creek past the cool wet decaying leaves, I have to remember to exhale. When the persistent breeze rolls past the Coyote Brush, I give it a gift from stiffly shaken stalks, a swirl of white fuzz and fecundity, like a fury of bees. When the high spills low, racing through the Golden Gate, the kestrels, hawks, and I stall drift fall, elated, alive. 031214 ... pipedream the wind will take my voice and rush with it weaving its song with the melody of a lark, perhaps the wind will take each breath i exhale and carry it into the lungs of flowers, trees, plants and i will live forever this way, carried on the wind 031214 ... nom i_will_be_a_leaf burning like the stars 031215 ... oldephebe can you give all the sweet breaths a res can i just say that i feel alive in your art? would that be too effusive or cloyingly charming..would it kick up the damp mast..that occlusion(sp) of (...)that vageuly presses upon the delicate steel of your .. can i say that your words are an inspiration, a solace, a source of this intangible rediscovery of the existence of pure heart song beating defiantly against the dark..something i vaguely recognize across the barriers of gender and the felled forest of years..lying like dead soldiers that have stood their watch upon an embered gasping and now and then furnace of a life..can i say that you convey such an irrepressible(sp) and contagious vitality..pd..the celestial filigree that i'd like to ring my mirror with in the morning..just the essence of the heart that breaths these incredible word-portraits..now..really iam being effusive but that last poem of yours kind of caught my breath...pd peace... 031215 ... pipedream *places hand on heart* then, my dear, that poem must be worth something. i hold your opinion in the highest esteem, and if you say so- well then, the muse must be doing *something* right. *smiles gravely* 031216 ... oldephebe *applauds vigorously* ever dumberings sublime sonnet of Posiedon breaths 040131 ... . . 040718 what's it to you? who go blather from