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The glassman

 Time winds round the shells of wonder
Past the dream;  through wells of word
The sea is calling under, under
In the silence; light is heard

Dawn the glassman walks the beach
Throwing  colors;  all to each

Innocence your eyes will plunder
Serving  up  the king and queen
You are the reckless child of thunder
Flying in your bright machine

Children give the sun it's selling
All the endless pots of gold
when the roof drips drops of telling
who will own the days that fold

At dusk  the glass man walks the beach
Removing colors from our  reach

— Orphani, Jan 03, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 5 months ago

The glass man shatters

The glass man shatters hearts, eh? Loved this poem my dear. May all our shards come together for more colour...more light. ~A
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ziggy

16 years 5 months ago

hi

this is good i love the opening stanza really drew me in a good read indeed ,,,,,,,ziggy
DawningDaytripper

DawningDaytripper

16 years 5 months ago

I like that Barry, I love a

I like that Barry, I love a good ryhme. And I like where you drew from to do it. That was a lot of fun. "who will own the days that fold" to me implied their may be another verse hidden. But I am left with a warm smile for the telling. Thanks for sharing. Julie D.D.
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

Don’t fear the year is

Don't fear the year is yours.the markets poised to soar; But be wary of the storm to come.Thanks for your always insightful, and wise commentary.B
Seren

Seren

16 years 5 months ago

I loved it barry wonderful

I loved it barry wonderful write dear man nothing to be said its all be said before me love and hugs J
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

I love your new avitar,I

I love your new avitar,I think it nicely expresses your alluring mystique ,that is so prevalent in your work.Thanks for your kind words. I am always looking over my old writes for a fresh perspective.Somtimes you have to step back untill you forget them tnen going back you see how that touch you, and I have to tell you that some are pretty bad. It's interesting to note the degree of growing you see in your self; when you see the poems written early on .B
themoonman

themoonman

16 years 5 months ago

Barry...

This poem was a treat for the tongue as it fell from my mouth with such fluid motion... well done Barry!
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

Yes it’s actually meant to

Yes it's actually meant to be a song. Can you put it to some South Carolina blue grass? I spent the hottest days of my life at Parris Island SC. B
seabhac

seabhac

16 years 5 months ago

Ah ! each poem is a learning platform

A delightful poem ...I read the first line and thought Time winds round the shells of wonder winds? Is there two spellings and two meanings here and funnily enough I discussed it with my two daughters and the mystery solved we went onto scottish wynds...a totally diferent path ... The sounds in this poem Barry is touchable to the tongue, liquid in words an experience in poetry I have seldom been exposed to and I love it. Thank you Lucky for me I dream in colour Seabhac
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

Isn’t English a strange

Isn't English a strange language.My original intent was to use the word as a verb ;not really considering the noun possibility and I see what you mean.If you notice my styles jump around a bit as i experiment with different forms. I find rhyme one of the hardest for me though. Yes flowing colorful liquid. I like the fluidity of that. Ive discovered the importance of proving every word in a poem to maximize it's imagery potential. If you dream in color that means you have a deep subconcious connextion and you are very imaginative.Thanks for dropping by.
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Idlemindwondering

16 years 5 months ago

I love the mystical quality

I love the mystical quality you have woven here; the idea we have such a small idea of what is really truth; that we are children adolescent in our conceptions of reality, time and space. A pleasure to read ken
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Orphani

16 years 5 months ago

Yes Ken, the mystical

Yes Ken, the mystical quality in the duality, that is inherant in this poem ,I always strive for. Walt Whitman, the father of American free verse said the poet dosn't end with the poem but begins with it. After writing a poem I feel I have learned somthing along with the reader as a new experience.Of course; some come out the other end as well.I strive to maintain a childlike understanding of truth as we are only dust surrounded by a few miracles. Welcome back to Neo. Wecome home Ken .Barry ,,,o,,
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Orphani

16 years 4 months ago

Thanks Donnie I really

Thanks Donnie I really apreciate your taking the time to spare those thoughts.I need to get over and check out some of your artwork.Soon B