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she writes a lonely ode
"I want to do things so wild with you that I
don't know how to say them." Anais Nin
(she doesn't know I watch her,
when she writes)
I was alone, until we found each other.
I have always been different from others,
in my yearning that constantly drives me
to discover the wonders of this blooming world,
the riches to be taken, absorbed, to love, and
be loved in return. and your passion reflects
my own, your pursuit of the extraordinary, your
vitality and vibrancy in loving, and in making love.
when we are apart, my longing obliterates my other
passions, until I can neither read nor write, nor even
so much as bake bread. and I cannot understand
those who are able to come to a full stop, to eat,
and to sleep. even in sleep, I am running;
I am running to you.
(I read her words and I smile,
but only to myself)
{Inspired by the letters of Anais Nin}
don't know how to say them." Anais Nin
(she doesn't know I watch her,
when she writes)
I was alone, until we found each other.
I have always been different from others,
in my yearning that constantly drives me
to discover the wonders of this blooming world,
the riches to be taken, absorbed, to love, and
be loved in return. and your passion reflects
my own, your pursuit of the extraordinary, your
vitality and vibrancy in loving, and in making love.
when we are apart, my longing obliterates my other
passions, until I can neither read nor write, nor even
so much as bake bread. and I cannot understand
those who are able to come to a full stop, to eat,
and to sleep. even in sleep, I am running;
I am running to you.
(I read her words and I smile,
but only to myself)
{Inspired by the letters of Anais Nin}
Published 20th Mar 2014
| Edited 25th Jul 2015
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20th Mar 2014 8:06am
John the longing and passion in this write overwhelms me.. masterful ink!!! with love and respect Crim
20th Mar 2014 8:30am
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20th Mar 2014 12:17pm
Masterfully ink. Such raw passion spilling like blood from the words, saturating the page with dying yearning.
her unique and exquisite voice is brimming with emotion, being utterly consumed by her longing for him. intriguing affair. it's a wonderful read, John. the romance is alive and well with your poetic world. yearning to dwell there. :)
that moment when all becomes clear..just for once never to return again..that spark!! like the whole hidden mysteries of life of self reveals in a flash
in your words,
"and your passion reflects
my own, your pursuit of the extraordinary, your
vitality and vibrancy in loving, and in making love"
beautiful tribute to each lonely searching soul's inspiring spark we rarely find..n of course, Anais Nin!
juz curious about the spacing there..before second stanza..
thanxx fr the read JF, another great pen.
in your words,
"and your passion reflects
my own, your pursuit of the extraordinary, your
vitality and vibrancy in loving, and in making love"
beautiful tribute to each lonely searching soul's inspiring spark we rarely find..n of course, Anais Nin!
juz curious about the spacing there..before second stanza..
thanxx fr the read JF, another great pen.
20th Mar 2014 6:44pm
Thanks for your comment. I wanted to break that section into stanzas, so I went w/two of 7 lines each...
20th Mar 2014 5:55pm
I read some of her work during my late teens.
This is an incredible write Mr. JF...full of passion
This is an incredible write Mr. JF...full of passion
21st Mar 2014 4:16am
Very creative. Has a beautiful innocent touch about it. I really enjoyed reading it.
21st Mar 2014 9:57am
21st Mar 2014 10:22pm
you could have & you will. I attempted to duplicate distantly her writing style. she's an inspiration to all of us...
Anonymous
21st Mar 2014 10:51pm
Beautiful tribute. I really enjoyed this one.
21st Mar 2014 11:11pm
I love her letters and I love what you have made of them. It's pure poetry and passion, John!!! Brilliant!
22nd Mar 2014 1:06am
22nd Mar 2014 1:11pm
a wonderful write, Mister Feddeler, perfectly capturing her power, her femininity and sexuality.
22nd Mar 2014 9:21pm
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1st Aug 2014 3:19am
Ahhhh JohnFeddeler, luv :-* ~
This poem speaks deeply to me, to my soul, but Anais Nin has always spoken to me. In high school, I had a friend who introduced me to Nin's writings; they were revelatory, life-altering in scope.
It is possible to not know the fullness of one's self and to, perhaps, require another's assistance to discover one's depth and breadth, all that one is, all who one could be, especially sensually, most especially for women.
Perhaps, I should not have admitted that, but I feel it is true nonetheless.
Thank you for sharing this poem with me and reminding me of my inherent feeling of connection with Anais once again. :-*
This poem speaks deeply to me, to my soul, but Anais Nin has always spoken to me. In high school, I had a friend who introduced me to Nin's writings; they were revelatory, life-altering in scope.
It is possible to not know the fullness of one's self and to, perhaps, require another's assistance to discover one's depth and breadth, all that one is, all who one could be, especially sensually, most especially for women.
Perhaps, I should not have admitted that, but I feel it is true nonetheless.
Thank you for sharing this poem with me and reminding me of my inherent feeling of connection with Anais once again. :-*
