Normally, I would try to link this with a bit of music that would fit, but in this case it would be the total opposite of what you have brought in emotion and feeling. This is something that goes a bit beyond my own thinking, very personal and emotional.
Normally, I would try to link this with a bit of music that would fit, but in this case it would be the total opposite of what you have brought in emotion and feeling. This is something that goes a bit beyond my own thinking, very personal and emotional.
Very very few writers keep me coming back to read more, just for the hell of it.
This.... and the other writing's I've read of yours...are so lyrical...all of your writings could be put into song. It has an ethereal quality. Weightless, yet every word pulls you down deeper into this surreal painting of yours.
It's the way you make us stumble down this staircase ..each word a step..digested as illumination rises in it's billow.
Why on the "ceiling" does she dance..I ask ...(throwing scolding water over my face to get past blindness)... is it the sky... or as close as life allows her.
To see in summer that I've been here ..I've known these wonderful seeds of hope which are at times the worst of cruelty.
I watch, unable to differ between the slight and narrow walkway of poetry and prayer...but able to feel a difference...strongly.
"I'll forget to fold my hands, tonight, I'll forget her"
..and then in the last footprint of descent and echo .. I see destiny and it's yearly plot..finally forgetting you ..blowing you into the wind.
Every month till then a century ..every thought of an artist ever played out fully ..to be kept only to this ...
Tied in love to this century...the artistry ends with a slip and a sigh in death of this....she is broken.
I always check back in with talented faves and it has been too long since I have visited you.
I am amazed by this one, definitely gave me chills. The dandelion comparison, blown off the palm/in the wind/traveling places never been, is so easy to understand and relate to yet also so profound.
I really love the part about the moon esp.
'forget her tonight, steal the clouds that cover the moon and drape them over my eyes'
What a unique and wonderfull way to describe that, very surreal. The feeling of an inevitable despair and loneliness is captured with 'I'll feel...and she'll leave, she'll turn, I'll reach for her as I whisper,..I'll hold on to nothing' Yes Yes Yes You capture it all so well. This is a great piece of writing, can't wait to check others I have missed. Be good.
"June will escape me, August will finally break in two, and I'll settle for October in this November air."
- i always love your months. i love how you do this. i dont think anybody else in the world could pull this off the way you do :D
"I'm going to divide my memory, I'm going to shatter, I'm
going to forget all about her tonight as my toes sink into nothing and I'll know how it feels to be loved,"
this is wonderful.
" there will be no distance between
her and I"
first of all i love how you separate that thought. furthermore, i love the thought. :D
this is such a beautiful poem.. well duh as all your poems are. but there is definitely a different quality to it - even though there is that tinge of sadness and pain you always have, there is also a sense of whimsy and lightness to i t- a grace, a forgiveness - a sense of hope, even as you seem hopeless. i dont know. me likes it a lot. :D of course. cuz me lovessssssss youuuuuuu.
I am reality, I am art, I am every dream I've ever had and the corners of my childrens lips when they smile. I am tears and laughter, I am shoulders and knees, I am a writer, a photographer, a mother... more..