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| Open Poetry #21 |
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Solitary |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida 
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Pachabel plays, and I mourn for this: grasp tenuous and almost tactile, of what was perceived as beautiful once. Cradled in the bosom of Rose’s rain-soaked leas, Ancient wrapped around me like a lover. I can feel the dead, you know – anguish thick honey with edges of razor-soft satin. The land crawls with it, and it is here that I feel the most centered. Smelling dawn, and pondering: Sigh, sorrow and resignment. That friendship, kinship (love in the middle) or – whatever, are bound by one thing. The load-bearing fulcra of balance, consists of convenience. Simple and hypocritical. A chalky pill served by those who almost cared. I would have bled for them, tapped a vein and fed the earth. It is possible to chuckle at the irony: huffing and groaning like cherries in an orchard, branches caught in a life-squall. Roots upended and flailing at white virginal blossoms. Simple humanity, really. Laugh with me, bitter and knowing until the anger of it all ceases to nourish. I am back though, to Pachabel and mourning: sun cresting and bleeding, almost. The fields are wet with cloud dew – to the bones of me, and the dead. You cannot get warm after the sky shares its tears with you, it is an emptiness to be filled. I have come full-circle, I am solitary and centered. |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Sad aloneness. Well penned. Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
This drew me in - each line was like a drink of water to my parched throat. I can't explain why it affected me so - it is a truly exceptional poem..... |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Interloper -  We all need our solitude, sometimes. Thank you for reading.Sharon - Your reply touched me, thank you so much.. |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
I read this 3 times and each time I loved it more. Excellent writing! |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
D.A. - Thank you, dear - very much  That's funny, it's the same thing I do with all of your poems!  |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
hehe there's no reason why a cute um "sketch" like you should be solitary but yuh this poem was so cool and i loved the last lines much |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
enjoy your read |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Thank you both! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I read this and am now wondering why I haven't read more of your work. *shaking my head at me* It reminded me of a winding vine--stunning imagery and emotion, and somehow a solitary walk of thought. This is excellent. |
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Greeneyes 
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
You cannot get warm after the sky shares its tears with you, it is an emptiness to be filled'' Nicole~ a very stunning piece....in awe of this.. the line above reached right out and grabbed me, all the way to the core of heart matters....really enjoyed this.... Lauren~ Its been a long road |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
Serenety: *sigh* That's exactly what I was going for, winding and solitary...thank you thank you Lauren: Thank you for reading and for a heart-felt reply. |
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Elizabeth Cor Senior Member
since 2000-10-13
Posts 879Over the river and through the woods |
there are so many beloved lines: grasp tenuous and almost tactile, of what was perceived as beautiful Ancient wrapped around me like a lover anguish thick honey with edges of razor-soft satin kinship (love in the middle) The load-bearing fulcra of balance, consists of convenience. Simple and hypocritical. (reminds me of Dennis’s poem of the two doctors… plain, and in that, nearly shocking, but clamed because of the Truth (heh) of it) I would have bled for them, tapped a vein and fed the earth the whole damn stanza, I love it: It is possible to chuckle at the irony: huffing and groaning like cherries in an orchard, branches caught in a life-squall. Roots upended and flailing at white virginal blossoms. Simple humanity, really. Laugh with me, bitter and knowing until the anger of it all ceases to nourish. for the ending… the two forms of mourn following Pachabel create that circle, a returning… but repeating the word centered in the first and last stanza just makes you sound like Chris in first-version prose mode (did you mention anything blue or crystalline? hrm). This was expected to be longer (especially considering the time taken before posting), but I wanted to give at least this small bit before it sank into oblivion… and perhaps come to it again, later. You writing is growing… morphing in some ways, it seems… even if the chances of late have been experimental… I love this one… for the images it creates, and the ones associated thanks to your stories. More to say, yes, much... for now, shh and a sigh to understanding: you've written precious melancholy beautifully. |
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Nicole Senior Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 1835Florida |
*guffaw* I will definately try to work on bringing it full circle, which was my intention, without sounding martyred. (however the hell you spell that word, whatever) The fact that you compare a bit to Dennis is thrilling to me - I admire him very much (I guess you know that already though!). for now, shh and a sigh to understanding: you've written precious melancholy beautifully. shh to you, and thank you so much - I can't tell you how much it means to have someone - to have YOU understand what I was trying to say. |
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