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the call

Summer Night, 1913, Albert Bloch. Courtesy of Magpie Tales


the piper man has come
like it or not
time to mind the call
or forever be pulled

how we danced
to songs in ordinary time
how delicious the fruit
of each new discovery

how we dreamed
on shoulders broad and mighty
firm with expectation
yet fair with compassion

how we loved
on sheets fragrant with infinity
figure eights rising and falling
under a sturgeon moon

time has now come
to heed the call
of the piper, to the hungry table
to serve with love the lessons learned

what good will it make?

Rene ~ September 3, 2012


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  1. how we love on sheets fragrant with infinity...mmm...love that bit rene...and serving with love the lessons learned....smiles.

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    1. It's pure sign of the rabbit poetry :)
      Thanks, Brian
      You always cheer me on

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    2. woot woot...go rene go...smiles.

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  2. well done....thanks for sharing your words

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  3. How we danced, loved, dreamed ~ sweet memories no matter our age!!

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  4. "The piper man has come"


    I've always dreaded that line....cause I know the song he sings. It ain't always pretty.

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  5. Oh no, not the piper man. Say it isn't so! Unless what Rene says is true! Nicely formed....it as a jingle to it!

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  6. I love your unique Piper man twist, Rene...well done...

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  7. Nice... Love the third stanza especially!

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  8. Thanks Rene , for this unique and hypnotising stairway to heaven !

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  9. "Sheets fragrant with infinity"....what a beautiful line Rene.....this is a glorious write! :-)

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