I suppose everything on earth has an extraterrestrial meaning.
To leave, first you have to stay.
And to say it’s never too late, you have to be right here.
Life, a free fire, freewheeling I, gambling doors of a home in the dark night,
barefoot roaring through the glisten of bright lights,
with the premier of escaping circling my eyes,
and my eye sockets giving bed to sunglasses,
and my shoulders blanketed by leather jackets,
and there is a beautiful feeling, there is that, to sing off the din of doubt
and to raise a thousand whereabouts, in the newspapers.
Beneath the grounds on which I venture though the quiet darkness,
the prospects start whirring, begin rattling to welcome me.
And I ride through their palpitations, I ride through their excitement, I ride through the danger, I ride towards a stranger.
I promise. I promise.
The magazine tearing of grief, happiness, coffee cups, and lushly layered advertisements, follow me through this closing verve. They can keep up.
- To Sarah Abraham
From barefoot and footloose
to grief stricken howling
Down a passageway of espionage
Life stuck in newspaper montage
or freewheeling upon the verve
of beautiful feeling
The moving hand forever dealing
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Well, this poem too is discouragingly awesome.
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I really liked this ululating passage. To leave first you have to stay…
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Thank you!
Also, aren’t you writing anymore?
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You’re welcome. I have a poem in the making, just been a bit short on time and inspiration…
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I can’t wait to read it.
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Honestly, I take this is a huge compliment. But also, makes me a bit nervous to meet expectations!
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I didn’t mean to make you nervou,. 😋 but I’m sure you’ll do a great job
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Oh, at least one of us sure of this. Thank you!
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“to sing off the din of doubt”. 👍
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I’m glad that line spoke to you. Thank you.
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I like when I need a dictionary to look up words-Din. “…din of doubt”
Of course now I’ve got this in my brain while trying to write my next line! Ha! Thanks for sharing your thoughts here. Inspires…
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Thanks for taking the time to truly understand. It does mean a lot. 🤗
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The greatest, most sensuous honour of my life, Poet.
Smiling, smiling. And what a beautiful piece!
I cannot even recall how I came across your work but this continues the extraordinary luck of my lucky life. And I agree with whoever of your readers who hoped that you are moving, in your own time, towards publishing conventionally. So that when the big notice start coming in, we can say we knew you when…..
Thank you! Sarah
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🙂
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No. Among the greatest honours….. But sensuous, yes, certainly: words are everything to me!
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Would you record this poem and send it to me? You can say no. It’s a perfectly acceptable answer.
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Of course. Thanks for asking…………..Sarah
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Thank you for wording it in your voice! 😉
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Reblogged this on From 1 Blogger 2 Another.
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I once went an entire day not assigning meaning to anything I saw or experienced. The feeling felt much like this. Beautiful
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Thank you so much Michelle! By the way, since you’re an artist, I think you may like the photographs of Tom Plevnik. He is incredible. I’ve used his work for so many of my pieces- Keep Making Me Guffaw, Agony Fiend, Peyote. I hope you like ’em.
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Oh wow yes I have been admiring your illustrations. I really love a good illustration. I like to create them and then let the words flow. I love when you find an image that flows with your feelings of words. I’ll check out Tom. Thanks so much for the recommendation 😊
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Superb…
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Thank you, Lance. It means a lot coming from a talent such as yours.
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It is a sincere pleasure.
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This poem reads like jazz in its purest of emotion. A smooth finesse of brilliancy.
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There’s not more I can add to that. Thank you Charlie. 😀
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You’re very welcome, Watt. 🙂
That’s how I feel about your work. 🙂
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😊
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