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My Heart Through My Head
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My Heart Through My Head |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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I was dealing with pain, the first day that I met her. I felt a melting on the air as we spoke to tell our stories at a party of mutual friends. Her mother schooled nodding head led the conversation easily. Above a long evening gown her words flowing effortlessly from a pale face long since kissed. The night easily marked the best time of my last two years. I hadn't seen eyes I'd remember or really looked for since then. She was wifely strange, living in heart imposed exile just lately forgetting all that past. But instantly her looks showed her deference, open minded and struggling with divorce vibrations. Her heart well sheltered, she uncovered, searching within my love starved worth that was leaning toward her. I stopped and caught my thinking over the top I was headed into a world of pressing. The night and time were truly hers She'd climbed a wall and cleared the past, a lifetime of work. The wishing for forever gone wifely anxieties off her mind. And here she was a shy divorcee her children and her ideals grown but always welcome. I loved the trance, the spell, grasping warmth from my fire. I inhaled her perfumed words, the spilling of her refreshed innocence cut through my stale heart and started my inner music. I moved closer, a love magnet caught up in her positive pull with my negative world about to sail. The first of many dances she drew to me pressed into my arms by trusting peace. Swaying with my willing touches I pulled her closer and brushed her mouth, scaring myself sick- she smiled sweetly and the feeling numbed my toes for a minute. The night now lost in fervor memories, excitement, filling my head. The closeness of her breathing added an ardent call to my full breast. Grasping to deal with the nuance of her, my nevermore called over my insight, an unexpected shaking of my choice.... "She's got to be forever!" I pushed up closer to her slight frame in her eyes I smiled to see her wish of faith to cross forbidden lines. I felt the silly schoolboy, coming on me so suddenly My heart, strained to keep control soaring! And it was happening talking through the tall past We had reached the border of real. We left together laughing right past the impossible wide eyes. In the morning light I was blessing her praises to the sky, both of us caressing, in warm sweet spent silence the constant touching of renewed love. She said sheepishly, "That was wonderful!" and grinned that afternight soothing grin and that was six years ago. I'm still drinking that grin like a drink of fresh water every morning, every day, every evening, and the sun never dies! She's still trying, without knowing, to push my heart through my head! The role of poetry is to utter the un-utterable; to open up spaces of consciousness and resistance; to language oppressions; to re-language historie [This message has been edited by ethome (edited 06-04-2001).] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I loved the trance, the spell, grasping warmth from my fire. I inhaled her perfumed words, the spilling of her refreshed innocence cut through my stale heart and started my inner music. I moved closer, a love magnet caught up in her positive pull with my negative world about to sail. The first of many dances she drew to me pressed into my arms by trusting peace. Swaying with my willing touches I pulled her closer and brushed her mouth, scaring myself sick- she smiled sweetly and the feeling numbed my toes for a minute. The night now lost in fervor memories excitement filling my head. The closeness of her breathing added an ardent call to my full breast. Grasping to deal with the nuance of her, my nevermore called over my insight, an unexpected shaking of my choice.... "She's got to be forever!" =================================== And it was happening talking through the tall past We had reached the border of real. We left together laughing right past the impossible wide eyes. In the morning light I was blessing her praises to the sky, both of us caressing, in warm sweet spent silence the constant touching of renewed love. ========================== and that was six years ago. I'm still drinking that grin like a drink of fresh water every morning, every day, every evening, and the sun never dies! She's still trying, without knowing, to push my heart through my head! ============================ what an amazing gift of muse and pen... this is so beautiful and romantic E-babes.. you wrote of "happily ever after" with out it being "corny" or "cliche" so many very cool lines and expressions... and that last line...way cool....WAY!!! love this one Eric...(even if it didnt rhyme)  LOL excellent free verse and another one for my Ethome collection  I'm not right ... you're not wrong ... |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
You have left me speechless....literally....so what that, I shall simply tuck this into my box of keepers, only somehow, I believe, it will keep rising to the top.... |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
WOW! I won't say this is your best work 'cuz it is all so gooooood. I will say this is a SUPERB work! What a weaving of words ... 1derful! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. Philip Sidney (1554-1586) Loving in Truth |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Janet my dear poet friend I so appreciate your comments, they are so full of life that they always inspire me.....thank you dear friend so much! Sunshine I know it's not possible to leave you speechlees, especially when you have a computer pen you can use to stir that fabulous muse of yours. Thanks for the comment! Thank you Interloper for the verbal boost. I appreciate those words of your so much! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
ethome--I am truly wowed by this fabulous writing. I hope the love story that feels so real and true, is. You are just the best! |
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theLadypoet Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 97Or USA |
ethome, hello There should be a black velvet pillow with this poem on it, basking in a spotlight. Just exquisite. A Godiva poem. I am honored to have read it, ethome. theLadypoet "A woman is like a tea bag, you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water..." Eleanor Rooevelt |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Ladypoet those are such words of kindness and I thank you from the heart! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Sorry Martie I don't know how I missed you. Thank you for the kind comment you're so upbuilding! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Ethome this is very enjoyable to read...James |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Beautiful...sometimes dreams do come true |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
wonderful.....fabulous write. Must agree with the poets above as this is a superb piece. Love it my friend. ((hugs)) Charisma |
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drussell New Member
since 2001-06-06
Posts 8Baltimore, Maryland USA |
Thank you Eric for directing me to this little spot on the web... nice work as usual!!! deborah ..."she thought, somewhere paradise is just short of the brink of insanity...and im just crazy enough to want it!..." |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
This is love at it's finest, and so much beauty expressed in every word, line and verse....how wonderfully special...  Lauren~ *** Nothing Beautiful In This World |
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Watersign6 Senior Member
since 2001-05-25
Posts 823Hurricane,WV |
 woohooo! loved it |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Bravo!!! Excellently told and pictured... an exceptional piece of work!! |
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