Open Poetry #43 |
Accepting Taste Of Morning's Moments In Ache Of Dawn |
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
In early morning, most often unexpectantly, when my soul stirs hard about the day, only half awake, without intent I miss you wrapped around me as we share your dreams. I am here, you are there, how many hundred miles and years separate our lives? I don't care. When I'm alone, when I feel you, hold your scent within me as I breathe, when I taste you in memory shadows half awake before ache of dawn, I am there with you; never would I choose to impose, never to think within a conscious thought to ask for you to join me in awareness, unexpected, unintended, yet I feel you by your heat of skin, tremble of your love, your need unending, I don't call in dream states to seek when your lust could feed me, to join you to braid peace within you; then to sleep, just like a man I know, I am inside you within your soul and we are one; silly, yes? Ego largesse, stuff of which dreams are made. Why is it then, without fail, do you phone every time in mornings after, always to leave a message knowing I'm not there, to ask how I am doing; you are just curious of course, just a polite acquaintance in passing to leave an idle message, really, knowing I'm not there to say "hi." and then move on, more important steps writ on your dance card, obviously. Acceptance is a mark of age; I stopped wondering and teasing out errant threads in this unraveled mystery too many years ago. ©2008 by icebox |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
I feel this poem. It's one that will linger and I am saving it. Thank you. A |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Enjoyed this one Ice! Happy fall ARCTIC WIND |
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1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
"In early morning, most often unexpectantly, when my soul stirs hard about the day, only half awake, without intent I miss you wrapped around me as we share your dreams. I am here, you are there, how many hundred miles and years separate our lives? I don't care. When I'm alone, when I feel you, hold your scent within me as I breathe, when I taste you in memory shadows half awake before ache of dawn, I am there with you; never would I choose to impose, never to think within a conscious thought to ask for you to join me in awareness, unexpected, unintended, yet I feel you by your heat of skin, tremble of your love, your need unending, I don't call in dream states to seek when your lust could feed me, to join you to braid peace within you; then to sleep, just like a man I know, I am inside you within your soul and we are one; silly, yes? Ego largesse, stuff of which dreams are made." beautiful just incredibly beautiful and i hope you do not mind but you inspired me /pip/Forum106/HTML/001849.html |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Ah, the master writes and we are all enthralled. You are not to be forgotten. Best to you, "late" |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Feeling this underneath layers of life-skin. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You two could inspire a rock! ((^*)) Both poems were absolutely moving and beautifully done. However, having felt the ache within, I shall spend the day remembering I suppose. |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
I certainly can't address you as "icebox" after reading your poem. Charly, this is magnificent and, no, it's not silly. It is perhaps an unseen reality - a man knows what he knows. Helen |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
I'm going to close my eyes and just breathe this in for awhile. You are such a fabulous poet, Sir~ and I am deeply moved by your words. |
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