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"Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.
"[For] to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
We've undoubtedly shared a past together in another time.
Your eyes the burgeoning moon's conscripts.
Guiding me through the pages of another millennia.
O'er the slopes of your lobes and shoulders rest the unknown.
The peal of your skin rings gently with untold laughter.
Let my fingers brush the comb of your music box to release your song.
Like the nightingales whispering through the gossamer as we sip again.
"Forever is composed of nows.”
You tell me in my moments of reservation, afraid to hurt you.
Why are you always so sure, I ask.
"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
Presented in the EMILY DICKINSON Tribute challenge hosted by anonymouslyhere.
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.
"[For] to live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
We've undoubtedly shared a past together in another time.
Your eyes the burgeoning moon's conscripts.
Guiding me through the pages of another millennia.
O'er the slopes of your lobes and shoulders rest the unknown.
The peal of your skin rings gently with untold laughter.
Let my fingers brush the comb of your music box to release your song.
Like the nightingales whispering through the gossamer as we sip again.
"Forever is composed of nows.”
You tell me in my moments of reservation, afraid to hurt you.
Why are you always so sure, I ask.
"That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.”
Presented in the EMILY DICKINSON Tribute challenge hosted by anonymouslyhere.
Published 16th Dec 2015
| Edited 18th Dec 2015
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17th Dec 2015 00:02am
Lobo, this is the second of your "ellipses" (...) titled pieces that I find exceptional, saying just enough of what you express to the reader, as I believe is always the best way. <3
Dickinson is a fascinating writer and it was wonderful looping her words into this soft exchange between lovers ... It's ashame she wasn't recognized for her genius in her lifetime but she's enshrined on streets of NYC along Library Way with this quote ...
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
17th Dec 2015 00:22am
17th Dec 2015 9:38am
17th Dec 2015 1:25am
17th Dec 2015 9:37am
I found an old book penned by her in a book bin about two summers ago ... hid out in a favorite library just drinking her in. Her writings on nature shape my haiku ... Thank you for the comment.
17th Dec 2015 4:48am
Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.
How gorgeous..this tequila sunset in her eyes that drag with sleep..and the days burdons scatter away in her lashed flutter.... That you long to know. ...however..
Just beautiful Lobo..thank you for this expression..
Much love and respect
Jennifer
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips.
And watch the day retold in your eyes.
Your lashes brushing sorrow like snowflakes.
How gorgeous..this tequila sunset in her eyes that drag with sleep..and the days burdons scatter away in her lashed flutter.... That you long to know. ...however..
Just beautiful Lobo..thank you for this expression..
Much love and respect
Jennifer
17th Dec 2015 9:34am
That quote by Dickinson was such a natural springboard - I just wanted to stay true to her writing style and that of the time ...
I'm humbled you found the beauty of it.
I'm humbled you found the beauty of it.
Anonymous
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17th Dec 2015 7:15am
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17th Dec 2015 9:31am
Given the talent on this site, yourself included, I won't start polishing that trophy just yet lol but thanks for the support
.... in awe of this ink from the first two lines, literally!
"Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips." <- Wow!
Every word after was just as exquisite... Love reading this side of you Lobo!
"Bring me the sunset in a cup.”
So I might sip it's nectar from your lips." <- Wow!
Every word after was just as exquisite... Love reading this side of you Lobo!
18th Dec 2015 5:39am
That first line is from Dickinson ... I love it. I just wanted to do something that did just to it. She was unsung in her time so I'm happy to shine a light on her ...
Thank you for reading Lady Rain.
Thank you for reading Lady Rain.
18th Dec 2015 3:04am
18th Dec 2015 5:46am
O....Lobo....
Such breath-catching beauty in your imagery!!! This piece sings to the soul....and hugs the heart!!!
And as you are probably aware,That even though Emily Dickinson was more inclined to avoid society, and notoriety, i cannot help but feel that she would have felt honored by this piece.....and may have even smiled at your lovely lines!!
You have so surely captured the essence of this poet in your scribe! This is not only a uniquely memorable poem, but one that begs to be read....again and again....and i have placed it in my list so that i can repeatedly experience this pleasure!
Emily Dickinson is a poet who i truly admire, and she has often been an inspiration to me, as well!
(And in our shared appreciation of her work, we are spirits kindred--indeed--mo Chara ! )
Such breath-catching beauty in your imagery!!! This piece sings to the soul....and hugs the heart!!!
And as you are probably aware,That even though Emily Dickinson was more inclined to avoid society, and notoriety, i cannot help but feel that she would have felt honored by this piece.....and may have even smiled at your lovely lines!!
You have so surely captured the essence of this poet in your scribe! This is not only a uniquely memorable poem, but one that begs to be read....again and again....and i have placed it in my list so that i can repeatedly experience this pleasure!
Emily Dickinson is a poet who i truly admire, and she has often been an inspiration to me, as well!
(And in our shared appreciation of her work, we are spirits kindred--indeed--mo Chara ! )
Once again your words are far too kind ... I'm not even sure how to reply.
I'll be on holiday soon enough and nothing would be better than finding a time worn edition of Dickinson at a favorite used book store or thrift shop ...
When I do find it ... I'll sit with a pint of Guinness in a warm bar and raise a glass to you mo Chara as I discover new tales penned by Emily.
I recently found this and thought it fitting of Dickinson, and thought it fitting of finding that book on a cold day and finding refugee in a warm pub ...
Rudaí a Thaitníonn Liom
duilleoga an fhómhair
seanfhorignimh
mo mhéar ar dhromlach leabhar
ag teacht ar iarsmlann
ealaíon
preabaireacht cheol
le bualadh do chroí
snagcheoil is mé
ag brionglóidí
dreacht tíre lán le cheol na n-éan
ag suí i bhfoscadh do ghrian,
bialann lasmuigh
ar shráideanna dhuirlinge Mhadrid
caillte i stair na Spáinne
ag foghlaim focail nua,
má ta aon cheo mar sin agam,
ní bhíonn bia de dhíth
Things I Like
autumn leaves
old buildings
running my fingers along spines
of books
discovering museums
art
ebb of music
to the beat of your heart
jazz when dreaming
landscape with birdsong
sitting in your sheltering sun
some outdoor café
on the cobbled streets of Madrid
lost in the history of Spain,
learning new words,
if I have any of these
I forget to eat
(translated by the author)
Colette Nic Aodha
Colette Nic Aodha was born in 1967. She has published three collections in Irish, Baill Seirce (1998), Faoi Chrann Cnó Capaill (2000), and Gallúnach-ar-rópa (2003), all from Coiscéim. An English-language collection, Sundial, was published in 2005 by Arlen House. Her most recent is the dual-language volume Between Curses/Bainne Géar (Arlen House, 2006). She has also appeared in The Field Day Anthology of Irish Women’s Writing (2002) and the Go Nuige Seo anthologies (Coiscéim, 2004, 2005). Originally from Co. Mayo, she has long lived in Galway City.
I'll be on holiday soon enough and nothing would be better than finding a time worn edition of Dickinson at a favorite used book store or thrift shop ...
When I do find it ... I'll sit with a pint of Guinness in a warm bar and raise a glass to you mo Chara as I discover new tales penned by Emily.
I recently found this and thought it fitting of Dickinson, and thought it fitting of finding that book on a cold day and finding refugee in a warm pub ...
Rudaí a Thaitníonn Liom
duilleoga an fhómhair
seanfhorignimh
mo mhéar ar dhromlach leabhar
ag teacht ar iarsmlann
ealaíon
preabaireacht cheol
le bualadh do chroí
snagcheoil is mé
ag brionglóidí
dreacht tíre lán le cheol na n-éan
ag suí i bhfoscadh do ghrian,
bialann lasmuigh
ar shráideanna dhuirlinge Mhadrid
caillte i stair na Spáinne
ag foghlaim focail nua,
má ta aon cheo mar sin agam,
ní bhíonn bia de dhíth
Things I Like
autumn leaves
old buildings
running my fingers along spines
of books
discovering museums
art
ebb of music
to the beat of your heart
jazz when dreaming
landscape with birdsong
sitting in your sheltering sun
some outdoor café
on the cobbled streets of Madrid
lost in the history of Spain,
learning new words,
if I have any of these
I forget to eat
(translated by the author)
Colette Nic Aodha
Colette Nic Aodha was born in 1967. She has published three collections in Irish, Baill Seirce (1998), Faoi Chrann Cnó Capaill (2000), and Gallúnach-ar-rópa (2003), all from Coiscéim. An English-language collection, Sundial, was published in 2005 by Arlen House. Her most recent is the dual-language volume Between Curses/Bainne Géar (Arlen House, 2006). She has also appeared in The Field Day Anthology of Irish Women’s Writing (2002) and the Go Nuige Seo anthologies (Coiscéim, 2004, 2005). Originally from Co. Mayo, she has long lived in Galway City.
30th May 2016 2:37pm
I absolutely adore this and it has inspired me to go off and write an Emily Dickinson found piece.
30th May 2016 2:58pm
About three summers ago I spent the entire season wrapped in her work ... She's incredible.
Thanks for reading & commenting.
Thanks for reading & commenting.
31st May 2016 3:13am
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3rd Aug 2016 4:19pm
This is,.. . breath taking
..streaming with imagoes
of so much unique
aesthetic tension and
atmospheric tangibility.
Nevermind, can't find
the rune to define, so I
will not ..
deeply enjoyed, where
have I been. makes me
wonder.
-Howlings
..streaming with imagoes
of so much unique
aesthetic tension and
atmospheric tangibility.
Nevermind, can't find
the rune to define, so I
will not ..
deeply enjoyed, where
have I been. makes me
wonder.
-Howlings
4th Aug 2016 9:30pm
Don't worry about where you've been, I'm just glad you found it and took time to comment ... Always appreciated.
