Since the beginning of my pulse
I have been honored
with good days
that left me grateful.........
I have known that the sun can hear thunder and how its brightness can be unfathomable, like my dreams. Since the beginning of my pulse I have been honored with good days that left me grateful inside of the sweetness never stifling......... within all it means.
When midnight kisses the glass that morning has already tasted...... Like a thirsty spider crying out........ for the rain. All of my senses are swept through knowing, my words don't fall on deaf ears...... or stand there, all wasted.
No, you cannot know how I'm feeling but that doesn't mean our world's stopped spinning. The sun....... can still hear thunder in all the ways you love me. You lift me up in the midst of a storm. All my senses are swept through my words stand in stillness a storm's ending...... is love's beginning.
I doubt very seriously if the sun could hear at all that it would hear anything above its own conversion of mass to energy...however I did enjoy the poem. Love can be a storm...but I'd prefer the comfort of old jeans and favorite books and patchwork quilts...warm wood fires...soft candle glow and steaming hot baths myself. It takes awhile for love to get there and I'm not as patient as I was when young. Still it might be worth suffering a storm or two. Your writing is always wonderful.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
thank you Fabian you cynic you. LOL
11 Years Ago
(laughing)
"Oh, sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I'v.. read more(laughing)
"Oh, sure the banner may be torn and the wind's gotten colder
Perhaps I've grown a little cynical
But I know no matter what the waitress brings
I shall drink in and always be full
Yeah, I will drink in and always be full" John Popper Blues Traveler from (Runaround) Love ya!
This is stunning! The power of the wild visuals that you chose-sun, thunder, pulse, thirst, spinning, storm- build to a tumultuous, passionate climax that is held in tight balance with your visuals of calm and gentleness-dreams, sweetness, kisses, love. I love your ending antithesis of ending and beginning. It's a juxtaposition that sums up the warring themes in this piece. I love it. It is passionate and violent yet soft and quiet.
The sun really is a beautiful and mysterious thing! I honestly don't blame you for falling in love with it or connecting with it. It's something about night time and sunrise that has us feeling...funny? Psychotic? Poetic? I really don't have a name for it. It's the best time to think, to imagine or maybe meditate. Perhaps it's how quiet everything remains at that time that soothes us. It's the best time to speak to the soul.
This made me cry...I am listening to Julee Cruise "Until the end of the World" as I read this...
Powerful Neva, love...there is acceptance in this poem...it is much more than meandering thoughts or feelings, it is, to me, a declaration of sorts...
Life...the constant spinning judge, shall keep on spinning and judging even if we fall or rise...we can only accept and embrace the lull before and after the storm...hopefully gaining clarity..what a powerful piece! I am sharing this ♥
xox
Beautiful imagery. Your similes and metaphors create a fantasy feeling to it and the image that goes with it sums up the poem entirely. Beautiful write!!
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