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time and patience

waiting
aching
sensibility shaken
hope is gelatinous

time a river
of sand

i want to punch
through dimensions
like rice paper
and cover us

growing inside
of me - you

this time
victorious
quietly
miraculous

I wait with joy
full of grace

a warrior
of the good fight
to name a love
to kiss a life


“The strongest of all warriors are these two — Time and Patience.”
― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace


Rene ~ November 12, 2013

for Magpie Tales
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  1. Brian MillerNovember 12, 2012 at 9:08 AM

    i want to punch through dimensions like rice paper cover us...really intriguing line...and then it turns to seemingly pregnancy...what a miracle that is...smiles...and some of the greatest waiting is for that new life....

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  2. MarianNovember 12, 2012 at 9:38 AM

    hah, hope is gelatinous. gonna have to chew on that a while :)

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  3. Far Beyond The RidgeNovember 12, 2012 at 9:38 AM

    Time a river of sand~says it so well.
    Could feel the power in the punch
    But in the end, glad it's a happy waiting

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  4. JanieNovember 12, 2012 at 5:48 PM

    Oooh! What a great way to portray patience :)

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  5. AnonymousNovember 12, 2012 at 9:34 PM

    "punch through dimensions" just layed on me with warm and deep thought.

    i liked this one

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  6. Susan AndersonNovember 12, 2012 at 9:58 PM

    A sweet anticipation.

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  7. UnknownNovember 12, 2012 at 10:51 PM

    If I could turn back time....
    hair flip :)

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  8. BerowneNovember 13, 2012 at 7:07 AM

    Very effective writing - thanks.

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  9. HelenNovember 13, 2012 at 3:56 PM

    ... 'to kiss a life.' Your poem is strong, positive ~~ I love it!!!

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  10. LauraNovember 13, 2012 at 6:43 PM

    exquisite Rene...truly! I am wondering, would you like to participate in the gratitude quilt this year? This will be the fourth year I'm working with others to create this quilt of words on my blog and it is quite amazing to read all the words of thanks linked together. To learn more about the quilt and how to add a "patch" of your own to it, visit my blog. At the top you will find links to quilts from other years.

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  11. AnonymousNovember 13, 2012 at 8:30 PM

    Your close - to name a love/to kiss a life = especially strong, I thought. k.

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  12. AnonymousNovember 13, 2012 at 9:10 PM

    I love the eastern flavour, the form was very interesting and the cadence carried your message perfectly.

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  13. Vodka MomNovember 14, 2012 at 10:10 PM

    wow.



    as usual.

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