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she dares to fly
she is not the sun. her passion burns her with a violence
that the heavens could not endure.
her eyes are true, like the horned owl’s, but vacant of stars;
she sees me as a man of flesh, a soldier who has suffered
& made poetry of it, who will suffer again when she goes.
she is not a sorceress, not a witch who can spell away a
drifter’s fears & regrets; but she is the forbiddance that
holds back the tears.
I have said she is fallen, but not from the caste of errant
angels who descend to this earthly garden, lured by amphora
wines & alehouse songs; who paint themselves in the
cosmetics & the shame of the harlot. she was born in a
different heaven.
she holds the lullabies of children in her hands; she bears the
scars of men who have loved her for a season. or a night.
she has given herself to me without pretense of garment, not
the slightest veil, & by that revelation, I know what beauty is.
and I have seen no other art.
her dreams are voyages that will carry her to exotic lands, they
are tales untold, great novels of adventure & romance. she will
write them in her heart…
I will never say farewell
you’ll come back to me one day
Published 15th Apr 2015
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15th Apr 2015 00:28am
OMG!!! WHOA!!! Johnny! god graces!!!
she is not a sorceress, not a witch who can spell away a
drifter’s fears & regrets; but she is the forbiddance that
holds back the tears.
I have said she is fallen, but not from the caste of errant
angels who descend to this earthly garden, lured by amphora
wines & alehouse songs; who paint themselves in the
cosmetics & the shame of the harlot. she was born in a
different heaven.
Im done!!! Wow!!
in the list babes!!!
loves your mind
Zazzles xoxoxoxox
she is not a sorceress, not a witch who can spell away a
drifter’s fears & regrets; but she is the forbiddance that
holds back the tears.
I have said she is fallen, but not from the caste of errant
angels who descend to this earthly garden, lured by amphora
wines & alehouse songs; who paint themselves in the
cosmetics & the shame of the harlot. she was born in a
different heaven.
Im done!!! Wow!!
in the list babes!!!
loves your mind
Zazzles xoxoxoxox
A second read! I really love this spillage!
it really reaches out to me!
Johnny rotten!!!
YAK im one of yours, hola
love
Jackie xxoxooxox
it really reaches out to me!
Johnny rotten!!!
YAK im one of yours, hola
love
Jackie xxoxooxox
Anonymous
15th Apr 2015 1:21am
Love your spirit, Zazzles:). . .xoxo, Devlin.
15th Apr 2015 2:24am
Anonymous
15th Apr 2015 1:20am
"she holds the lullabies of children in her hands; she bears the
scars of men who have loved her for a season. or a night."
I think many women can relate to this. Excellently penned, JFeddeler. Respect, Devlin.
scars of men who have loved her for a season. or a night."
I think many women can relate to this. Excellently penned, JFeddeler. Respect, Devlin.
15th Apr 2015 2:45am
"I have said she is fallen, but not from the caste of errant
angels who descend to this earthly garden, lured by amphora
wines & alehouse songs; who paint themselves in the
cosmetics & the shame of the harlot. she was born in a
different heaven."
A beautiful painting of a woman, sir. Beautiful!
angels who descend to this earthly garden, lured by amphora
wines & alehouse songs; who paint themselves in the
cosmetics & the shame of the harlot. she was born in a
different heaven."
A beautiful painting of a woman, sir. Beautiful!
15th Apr 2015 2:56am
15th Apr 2015 3:24am
I've been brooding on a response for awhile now and all I have found to say is Thank you for posting this. Very Beautiful. I put it in my reading list and I'll be checking back for more from you!
Anonymous
15th Apr 2015 3:46am
Wooing women. You do it well.
This is one if those pieces that speaks something new on each read. Love.
This is one if those pieces that speaks something new on each read. Love.
15th Apr 2015 4:15am
There is that 'one' for everyone. This hit me hard. A beckoning of love, of respect. It's pure , beautiful and nostalgically sad.
15th Apr 2015 4:40am
Beautiful work, once again, love! I am so very impressed. I will be adding this one to my list. Thank you for the way your beautiful mind works.
~Stormi~
~Stormi~
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15th Apr 2015 7:17am
"she is not a sorceress, not a witch
who can spell away a
drifter’s fears & regrets; but she is the forbiddance that
holds back the tears."
this is beautiful, melancholy work, Mister Feddeler. much enjoyed.
who can spell away a
drifter’s fears & regrets; but she is the forbiddance that
holds back the tears."
this is beautiful, melancholy work, Mister Feddeler. much enjoyed.
15th Apr 2015 4:22pm
You've done it again, John. I am at your mercy, on my knees...master of poetry. And yeah, maybe that's a little melodramatic, but fuck it. You're fucking incredible.
16th Apr 2015 1:02am
I wish I could write stuff like this - you really are an accomplished wordsmith :-)
16th Apr 2015 5:26am
"Shez not the sun...no starry eyez too,
True, shez frm a different heaven..
And..i have seen no other art!"
mesmerizing uniqueness she is..yes,no true heart wud part
loved this read..more than usual sensuality u pack in, this has a deep basal string of some unsaid darkness sadness. Sorta heavyhearted feel, inspite of a daring flying her. Delicate share JF, tq:)
True, shez frm a different heaven..
And..i have seen no other art!"
mesmerizing uniqueness she is..yes,no true heart wud part
loved this read..more than usual sensuality u pack in, this has a deep basal string of some unsaid darkness sadness. Sorta heavyhearted feel, inspite of a daring flying her. Delicate share JF, tq:)
16th Apr 2015 1:32pm
It's all been said here and agreed with muchly Mr F. I'll just read it again. Thank you Sir.
"I will never say farewell
you’ll come back to me one day"
and cloaked in your blue, bearing wings that were sewn on in her dreams. - tattered, and hungering for your heart's storm of poetry. Begging for you to embrace her song just a little longer.
It's mine to treasure! ❤️
you’ll come back to me one day"
and cloaked in your blue, bearing wings that were sewn on in her dreams. - tattered, and hungering for your heart's storm of poetry. Begging for you to embrace her song just a little longer.
It's mine to treasure! ❤️
17th Apr 2015 00:33am
Passionately written John.
I can say you are one of the rare souls blessed with lover's eyes.
Though every conclusion of your works, I can sense a touch of ache, longing, emptiness yet to be satisfied. You always leave us wanting more.
REPEATEDLY.
I can say you are one of the rare souls blessed with lover's eyes.
Though every conclusion of your works, I can sense a touch of ache, longing, emptiness yet to be satisfied. You always leave us wanting more.
REPEATEDLY.
Anonymous
20th Apr 2015 6:56pm
I am so glad I stumbled upon you, your work is outstanding, tears welling up, not because I take it personally but because you write so beautifuly that it makes me want to cry, like listening to a rare tune with no words to warrant you sobbing and yet something about it is so magical that you just let it out. It is and absolute pleasure and honour to read you eloquent poetry.
23rd Apr 2015 2:33am
Your words flow beautifully as always, John, and I echo Zazzle's commentary especially on stanza four with "the caste of errant angels." Tremendous imagery !
