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Again ....... (because of Diana's "Night Runner")
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Poertree Senior Member
since 1999-11-05
Posts 1359UK |
I might wander once again the spume flecked strand Flick the sulphured gale foam by the bone bleached drift line or crackle salt dry bubbled kelp revelling in the sand-bite and the sharp windy dune grass. I might slip once more between the blue bruised spruce Feel again the sweet taste of resin crushed chlorophyll and ruptured forest mosses puffing their fustiness into speed stressed lungs. Lie with me in the peat embered hush of the flag floored croft Splash the high burns and hear the Whimbrel's keening funnelled from the parabolic sky through cleft granite secrets. Let me do these things locked to your eyes in my spine splintered starch white antiseptic world. If only I could hold your hand again. [This message has been edited by Poertree (edited 03-16-2000).] |
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Not A Poet Member Elite
since 1999-11-03
Posts 3885Oklahoma, USA |
Hi Philip, Gosh, golly, gee whiz and all other exclamations which are permitted in here. I remember this one well from the workshop. It is absolutely as wonderful here as it was there. I went back to see what I had said about it before and, much to my embarrassemnt, I didn't say anything.  So it appears I owe you one now.Some (maybe several) of your words were beyond my vocabulary. And some of the phrases, when carefully analyzed, didn't seem to have a real meaning. But just reading it, without trying to analyze or even fully understand each piece, it sounds beautiful. I really don't know what else to say except that I wish I had written it. Pete What terms shall I find sufficiently simple in their sublimity -- sufficiently sublime in their simplicity -- for the mere enunciation of my theme? Edgar Allan Poe |
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warmhrt Senior Member
since 1999-12-18
Posts 1563 |
Philip, Again ... I will tell you that I loved this exquisitely worded, and finely crafted poem of images, sounds, and feelings. In particular, I felt the sense of an intense yearning restrained, hidden among the carefully chosen, elegant words ... perhaps someone, something in the speaker's past? A truly unique work (a philip), and as usual (philips always are), excellent, a joy to read. Kris P.S. I just read "Night Runner", and now understand the longing apparent in your poem. I didn't know you were a runner...interesting. < !signature--> A Marrowless Assembly, Is culpabler than shame ~ Emily Dickinson [This message has been edited by warmhrt (edited 03-17-2000).] |
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Diana B Member
since 2000-03-10
Posts 97 |
ok im posting an emotional response that brads going to critique to pieces... thank you for the time you gave me in these images. you took me on a journey with your images one not the same as yours but mine, so intense inspired by the power of your words and images i breathed the air thin rarified. felt the sting of sea salt on my lips and heard long grass crushed underneath my feet. ran in my minds eye up the cadir idris misted fire dreaming for the night. winged over forests evergreen, mosses, bogs and miles and miles of dew drop glistening heather, whimpering trees in the woven wood gleamed shafts of disquiet sunbeams. over hills of sorrows mystified i ran drifting with the breeze in images so exquisite i sensed your closeness by my side forever dreamed. [This message has been edited by Diana B (edited 03-18-2000).] |
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