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[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]The present clings
without movement
a lunar wheel of cycle
spiraling through a star
its bone marrow of birth
A soft, ductile moment
empty of demands
bends the sickle of change
We release ourselves
unto the oracle of Time
regenerating the past
creating what's to come
Your kiss presses me
into the feather bed
of your departure –
I’ll sip noon emptiness
your reduction shrinking
around a curvy bend
of solar warmth against
the protective amulet
you placed upon my chest
We surrender to the ebb and flow
battle cries and warrior blood
a Universal push of demands
our pliable Love surviving it all
~
without movement
a lunar wheel of cycle
spiraling through a star
its bone marrow of birth
A soft, ductile moment
empty of demands
bends the sickle of change
We release ourselves
unto the oracle of Time
regenerating the past
creating what's to come
Your kiss presses me
into the feather bed
of your departure –
I’ll sip noon emptiness
your reduction shrinking
around a curvy bend
of solar warmth against
the protective amulet
you placed upon my chest
We surrender to the ebb and flow
battle cries and warrior blood
a Universal push of demands
our pliable Love surviving it all
~
Published 26th Dec 2016
| Edited 28th Dec 2016
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27th Dec 2016 00:23am
Yes:) Ahavati...pliable indeed, one adapts I suppose to the circumstances of and in time. I admire your talent.
27th Dec 2016 1:03am
"Your kiss presses me
into the feather bed
of your departure – "
Well said. Our intimacies with one another leaves
so much to be lacking for the most part. I have had
my share of love affairs during the course of my life
and I have come to one conclusion . . . There is
more heartache and pain associated with the word
love than there is for anything else in this old world.
into the feather bed
of your departure – "
Well said. Our intimacies with one another leaves
so much to be lacking for the most part. I have had
my share of love affairs during the course of my life
and I have come to one conclusion . . . There is
more heartache and pain associated with the word
love than there is for anything else in this old world.
27th Dec 2016 1:20am
Anonymous
27th Dec 2016 3:56am
Hey Ahavati.......to share ones heart with another amd not have it fully returned is painful.......they give enough to make you feel luved yet never surrendering to it......just my take......LOL!! Enjoyed....great phrasing thru out......purple luv & hugs xo :)
Anonymous
27th Dec 2016 3:57am
My friend Jerry took the words from my mouth...this stanza I found mesmerizing...
"I’ll sip noon emptiness
your reduction shrinking
into a curvy bend
of solar warmth against
the protective amulet
lying across my heart"
xoxo Taryn
"I’ll sip noon emptiness
your reduction shrinking
into a curvy bend
of solar warmth against
the protective amulet
lying across my heart"
xoxo Taryn
27th Dec 2016 6:20am
Your poetry never ceases to amaze me.
'Surrenders to an ebb and flow
battle cries and warrior blood
a Universal push of demands
pliable Love surviving it all'
Speaks to me on deeper levels...
'Surrenders to an ebb and flow
battle cries and warrior blood
a Universal push of demands
pliable Love surviving it all'
Speaks to me on deeper levels...
27th Dec 2016 6:59am
ah sister yes pliable love is woven in all through all if we can accept this moment to moment
Reminded a little of the Reading battle prayer:
Lord I'll be busy today, if I forget thee don't forget me ... March on boys
Reminded a little of the Reading battle prayer:
Lord I'll be busy today, if I forget thee don't forget me ... March on boys
27th Dec 2016 9:10am
27th Dec 2016 1:44pm
! ..honey this is tangible, I felt your expressions and sounds
fall upon me, and the woman behind these words is just
mysteriously amazing
-Howlings
fall upon me, and the woman behind these words is just
mysteriously amazing
-Howlings
27th Dec 2016 9:20pm
Ahhhh tenderness ...is it not Beautiful in Written form?
Only the Arts capture it correctly.
Only few within the world know how to command the expression of vulnerability!!!
Bitter-sweet ink!!!
Only the Arts capture it correctly.
Only few within the world know how to command the expression of vulnerability!!!
Bitter-sweet ink!!!
Anonymous
28th Dec 2016 8:15pm
It is always a pleasure to read you, Lady.
You harbor such a gift for bringing such subjects to life.
And of course, your metaphors are always alluring.
As well as intriguing.
1st Jan 2017 1:14am
A nice little piece of mysticism, it could probably do with a few more solid images to really give it setting and character, but otherwise I enjoyed it. As always with you, the poem is like a spell in an eldritch volume. xxx
Sometimes I think you're in my mind. This was actually longer; however, I thought I'd try brevity, since all I seem to write are mini-novels of sorts...I may revise, as I feel it did lose certain aspects of setting it originally contained.
Thank you always for your time and words.
Thank you always for your time and words.
2nd Jan 2017 7:43pm
Ms, Ms, Ms. What can I say,
Not but speechlessness. But it always come with beautiful moments
when reading you. Fresh Oxygen.
Thank you.
Will
Not but speechlessness. But it always come with beautiful moments
when reading you. Fresh Oxygen.
Thank you.
Will
4th Jan 2017 10:39am
This is lovely work...love true love seldom comes without pain. Beautiful, just beautiful..
