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speak to me in liquid sorrow
‘What cannot be said will be wept.’ Sappho
when she had no poem to write
the page remained its purest white
her silent quill, her inkwell dry
could not suppress her need to cry
as tears but stained the paper fair
she looked, and found the poem there.
…so the seed of a quote falls into the soil of my
reverie, & a poem grows.
Sappho expressed herself exquisitely:
‘you came and I was crazy for you
if you must depart, go,
but remember whom you hurt’
of course, the pretty girls of her island fell in love with her,
and her days & nights were rich with sex; can you imagine!
I take from her, therefore, for much the same purpose:
to garner affection from a woman,
to gather the sweet bouquets of love, & of sex.
there have been days when I was not so lonely;
and there have been nights…
but love, as poetry has warned us, is the smallest bird,
with the weakest wings. I’m a poet with a gypsy spirit;
there is ever a dream to chase, & the road is long.
and when I go, what will you say?
‘don’t go, I’ll die without you.’
you won’t, you’ll go on living.
but even so, I will leave. because I am John, & that is what I do.
then you will say ‘f*ck you! go, then. I don’t love you anyway!’
but your tears will tell me differently…
Published 16th Feb 2016
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I love Sappho. It was as though I already knew that quote would open her up. That being said, two gypsy spirits hiking the traveling moon behind the mountains, across the reflection of caterpillar oceans, over the dunes of endless deserts, and through the wooded magic of ancient forests to inlets, and islands, and summits both north, south, east, and west upon continents is the true oasis of solitude and dreams. For a gypsy cannot forsake their heart calling from the canyons of distance. Their only hope is that another gypsy spirit hears the same calling. Until then, there are ports in the storm and respits from the sun.
Beautifully inspiring work, John.
Beautifully inspiring work, John.
16th Feb 2016 4:35am
Anonymous
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16th Feb 2016 4:53am
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16th Feb 2016 5:31am
Loved the flow and change of structure. This piece sounds like it could have been written a thousand years ago. An epic for the ages.
Superb.
Superb.
16th Feb 2016 6:10am
16th Feb 2016 6:52am
Ahhh, but JohnFeddeler, luv ~ :-*
What if one says this?
"Yes, I love thee and because I love thee well, thou must indeed do as thine heart bid thee do. If thine heart carries thee far, then thou must sojourn in lands far away.
Know then this: I will abide. Shouldst thou return, here will I be. If thine heart bid thee stay away, so shall that then be."
And, tears only when thou hast gone and in deepest night...
What then, luv? What then? :-*
As usual, luv, you write it surpassing well... An adept Mastercrafter's hand you have.
What if one says this?
"Yes, I love thee and because I love thee well, thou must indeed do as thine heart bid thee do. If thine heart carries thee far, then thou must sojourn in lands far away.
Know then this: I will abide. Shouldst thou return, here will I be. If thine heart bid thee stay away, so shall that then be."
And, tears only when thou hast gone and in deepest night...
What then, luv? What then? :-*
As usual, luv, you write it surpassing well... An adept Mastercrafter's hand you have.
16th Feb 2016 12:36pm
16th Feb 2016 4:06pm
‘What cannot be said will be wept.’ Sappho
Love you pay homage to her..some, lol in your very "John being John" way...
What an incredible thing though..to be a Greek female poet, in that time..Alexandrians included her as one of their 9 i believe...
And John leaves her to weep...lol
its written beautifully..
I truly loved this...
love
j
Love you pay homage to her..some, lol in your very "John being John" way...
What an incredible thing though..to be a Greek female poet, in that time..Alexandrians included her as one of their 9 i believe...
And John leaves her to weep...lol
its written beautifully..
I truly loved this...
love
j
16th Feb 2016 9:44pm
"…so the seed of a quote falls into the soil of my
reverie, & a poem grows." ...- Indeed it did! The liquid sorrow is enough to drown a billion hearts, John. I very much enjoyed this and the Sappho quotes!! Always in amazement... -blue angel xoxo
reverie, & a poem grows." ...- Indeed it did! The liquid sorrow is enough to drown a billion hearts, John. I very much enjoyed this and the Sappho quotes!! Always in amazement... -blue angel xoxo
17th Feb 2016 9:43pm
Anonymous
- Edited 18th Feb 2016 11:51am
18th Feb 2016 11:40am
Crashed.now burning
We say things not meant.
still
there is no satisfying dull
creatures full of emptiness.
Screams for substance yet
Rejects it.
(Why? Is in her tesrs)
A strangling fellow.
We say things not meant.
still
there is no satisfying dull
creatures full of emptiness.
Screams for substance yet
Rejects it.
(Why? Is in her tesrs)
A strangling fellow.
19th Feb 2016 2:27pm
29th Feb 2016 12:17pm
Awesome! Speechless to even begin to critique this incredible write, can't, enjoyed it.
6th Jul 2016 6:10am
This one speaks to me,I know it all too well.Really changes a girl's perception and only a great piece could acomplish such a feat.Thanks for an amazing read JohnFeddeler.
