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Anchored in the Gleaming
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Anchored in the Gleaming |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida 
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i am apprehensive of these bearings, looking at them with hesitant desire. there is a need for change, a tempering - and its always there now, the low hum of requiem. perhaps this delicate devotion will survive, if the force of separation manages to reduce this need down to quiet conversations; a 5am murmur pooled in the quiet of my ear. a craving that curls around my belly, teeth anchored in the gleaming; and each small unfolding, quick catch of breath is precious and unobtainable. i am careless and shocked at the pull of this ledge; but if i have a faith it is in the long, slow death. i stalk about in the woods behind our house, and blow bubbles on saturdays i studied mathematics and logic i write... this, nonsense and call it poetry and it seems my mind forces each small parallel into some devised compatibility, even still... i wonder if you would catch my breath and make me stammer, drop your hands over me speak in your tones, pressed to the soft Oh of my mouth and remark on possibilities that leave me sleepless for days; thoughts in wide staggering arcs, somehow shift this existence, so that i might jump when you speak, and pray when you breathe. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Okay, a change is on your horizon. But it seems to be a change just for change's sake. If not, the last two lies is the poem. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Nicole, I am in awe of the quiver-sensitivity of this multi-leveled magnificence, this invitation to your readers to wander through your superbly sensitive and developed heart and mind. If I have read the essence of your poem correctly, I say go for it. Hang on with both hands and feet and your heart and your soul to the light. It is a wonderful place to be anchored. And your poetry is never nonsense. It is all you see in mine and more. Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I have read your stunning poem several times as it has a tremendous magnetic force about it that makes me relate, even though I may walk different roads. Yet my mind connects to yours through the power of your words. Excellent work! Love, Margherita  |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Your poetry is never nonsence, Nicole. You are one of the most talented poets on the site and should always continue to write...and I will continue to read. Ida |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
I also have a love/hate relationship with my poetry, oftentimes wishing I did not have to write it, or that it is a bunch of bable, but much of the time feeling grateful that I am able to write it out. I think your poem is outstanding and do hope I am not entirely offkilter in my response |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Again , in one of yours, I love the last stanza - again, a stand-alone piece that grabs the heart and declares --- this is me! j. |
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JL Member Ascendant
since 2004-04-01
Posts 6128Texas, USA |
I have always heard it said: “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.” You however, have made that exception with your poetry. Touching yet encircling reality, tenderness yet effectively rich in a welcoming sharing with that someone special; a beautiful pouring out of a pure at heart “gleaming” of which you are tied to. To me, this is a stunning write. If it is nonsense poetry, a lament in your living, then we all should be enhanced to be so "anchored" by your words. JL Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself. Maranatha! |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
powerfully emotive/effective writing! particularly fine ending lines: " ... so that i might jump when you speak, and pray when you breathe." |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Jerry - Change is change, regardless, I reckon. Thanks for the reply. Owl - You are so kind and thoughtful. Your insight and interpretations are always welcome. Thank you for reading me and reaching out. Margherita - That is such a wonderful thing to hear! To make a connection through poetry, though walking different paths through life...thank you so much Ida - I will continue to write, and to read, and learn from the truly great poets (you, for example) Thank you... Emma - You are not off kilter at all, you're spot on. It can be so frustrating at times, but it is so so rewarding, too. Thank you J - My friend, I'm truly glad you saw the 'this is me'. I don't think I could write any other way. Thank youJL - It was a toss up between this, and writing about potroast.  Seriously, though - I'm at a loss for words in adequate reply to you, and such a thoughtful response. I am humbled; thank you very muchPoet - Thank you! The ending lines, were actually the beginning lines for a long time until the final rewrite. I'm glad I closed with them. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
This is an amazing piece, Nicole. Made me stammer. It’s strange how, no matter how much or what we study – not matter what knowledge and logic we acquire, there are things that will always move us that we will never have conscious control over. Apprehension won’t prevent the risktaking, and time can never truly temper that pull. Follow the possibilities you speak of… you might find a long enjoyable life instead of that long slow death.Michael |
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ice Member Elite
since 2003-05-17
Posts 3404Pennsylvania |
I love the way the words of this flow off my tongue. I read poetry outloud, as if telling someone elses story to myself. The stanzas end with the beauty and elegance of Sara Teasdale... I have always loved her poems. By reading poems like this I feel that I understand women better...Thanks for continuing my education. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
perhaps this delicate devotion will survive, if the force of separation manages to reduce this need down to quiet conversations; a 5am murmur pooled in the quiet of my ear. a craving that curls around my belly, teeth anchored in the gleaming; and each small unfolding, quick catch of breath is precious and unobtainable. It has been a while since I heard those precious murmurs, but the pull is unforgettable. And even when the leap ends in a crash and burn, somewhere in the sorrow is the knowledge that you've lived... that for glorious moments feet of lead learned to fly... and that makes the rest of existence worthwhile. *S* This takes my breath away... *S* |
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