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JULY 27, 2010 12:26PM

Divine Trinity

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Water molecules erect a sheer wall of humidity in the air.

It could be that the rain sent an emissary,

but one unable to resist atmospheric diffraction.

One who knocked but drifted, wanton,

the unanswered door already forgotten,

leaving an aura of hydrogen cells merging with salted oxygen,

a buffer of divine trinity lacing my skin.

A pair of yellow finches zipped past on zigzag latitudes

until it seemed that they were two buttercup colored butterflies,

one dusty, one polished, a matching, careening tandem.

It seemed something synchronized suddenly,

in that moment the birds entered and left my consciousness.

I stepped onto the sidewalk,

my feet leaving damp shadows on bone colored stone. 

 

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Something I read by Mark Trost, the synchronicity of Divinity, helped me out on this one. Props to Mr. Trost.
Ahhhh, your posts are always such a treat. And even your tags are poetic!
Excellent! I read it three times and got more out of it each time. Maybe I am slow. R for rain
Antoinette ~ thank you!
Dave ~ slow and steady wins the race.
Mr. Walsh ~ and woefully sticky as well...
Love when that happens.
I love the poem and your bone colored stone.
I had been here before but in a bit of a hurry as I rated this post but never left a message. I seemed to recall I was awful sweaty at the time. The yellow finches and synchronicity duly noted. Nice work
Wow, this is lovely. It's a shame it hasn't been more widely read. A perfect example of how much good work goes unnoticed around here.

Rated!
I love this ending!
Where you are "hinting" at order and catalysis with the alliteration of esses, and then wham! damp shadows on bone-colored stone. I've repeated this out loud several times. Gorgeous!
Thank you!!!


It seemed something synchronized suddenly,

in that moment the birds entered and left my consciousness.

I stepped onto the sidewalk,

my feet leaving damp shadows on bone colored stone.
MRTrost ~ *buttercup*
Romantic Poetess ~
bluestockingbabe ~
Scarlett ~
MES ~
Sweating stops at the bone, right? I feel like we could find out for sure at any moment. Thank you each for each word.
Wonderful imagery the yellow finches and buttercup butterflies, I could say buttercup butterflies all day!
Thank you, Anne. ~ jai gurudev ~
Sorry I missed this, this is lovely all the serendipity and synchronicity and buttercups too.
Bone colored stone a huge bonus....