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Like Climbing Vines Will Do
#1: “I love you as certain dark things
are meant to be loved, in secret,
between the shadow and the soul.”
What would it take for me in deepest woods
To find and bring you love that’s from my soul,
Without a something vulner’ble to give,
By making known the ‘allness’ you possess.
The creatures will then seek me in your lair,
Now I’m the one who hides within your arms.
The moon must find a chink to let in light,
Not even gods are priv’leged to come in.
And so it does remain forever dark
No matter, slow or fast, the sands of time.
I cannot see the favour given me;
The trees will hear the second all is hush’d.
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#2: “Like a flower to its perfume, I am
bound to my vague memory of you.”
Why should I go to cultured gardens
Often found at the best people’s homes.
Wingless birds such as I never do,
And the ones that could fly, very few.
But the rose whom I’d given my heart;
Her places of webs and wildflowers
Took me to where I never could sleep,
And the osmanthus always was sweet.
Yet I longed to go search for the sea,
How the wind came up off of the waves.
Instead I felt warmth in the desert
From the soft breezes, very pleasant.
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#3: “Because of you, I love the white statues
drowsing in the park with no voice nor sight.”
But this soul could not live by drought alone
As days of wandering turned into dust,
To have my feet at last on barren bone.
Like carpet, laid a meadow green as lust.
Sent to me by Goddess Hallucinate,
Here all the dead in rows are now at peace.
With folded wings, the angels meditate,
Their heads eternal bowed as if asleep.
I walked among the figures mute and blind,
Their eyes were open only to their God.
With folded hands I prayed that I may find
A sculptress with the hands to fashion sod
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#4: “I have forgotten your love, yet I
seem to glimpse you in every window.”
The faerie land I lived in once I left
In mourning the forgetfulness of love,
Will free me naught the agony of theft
To take my very heart, the beating of.
Pray tell, was it the living in the woods,
Perhaps a gang of vermin hiding near?
But then I think of you as if I could;
I leave my farmer’s hovel when it’s clear.
Within the homes of men your image hangs,
The clouds of dappled sky in shapes of you,
I see you every time a church bell clangs.
I think I’ve lost my mind, can this be true?
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#5: Love is so short, forgetting is so long.”
I’m feeling out of sorts, the day is mine;
Because I till the land without a hat.
I’m overdue to trim the creeping vines
That climb the trellis looking for my cat.
But take my riddled mind? Oh forsaken!
I beg you, pity please, I am bereft.
My being echos inside me, shaken,
I am confusion, there is nothing left.
My cows say it’s your life & you’re insane,
But even pigs in pens know that’s just wrong.
There is one thing I learn’d without a brain:
That love is short, forgetting is so long.
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Quotes of & ispired by Pablo Neruda (1904-1973)
* Real name: Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto,
* He was a Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet-diplomat and politician.
Published 28th Mar 2020
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For Jennifer’s “Human Nature”.
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28th Mar 2020 4:43pm
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28th Mar 2020 6:28pm
Thank you, Stoney, for the honor, the read & your kind words. Greatly appreciated.🙏🏻
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3rd Apr 2020 5:10pm
Wonderful pieces Jade. Truly deserving of that trophy.
I first discovered Neruda's work back in High School with my Spanish teacher. The quotes you chose and wrote in parallel felt very close to his delivery and emotion.
Well done.
I first discovered Neruda's work back in High School with my Spanish teacher. The quotes you chose and wrote in parallel felt very close to his delivery and emotion.
Well done.
3rd Apr 2020 5:39pm
Why thank you, Wally, with your insightful ness gleaned from your Spanish class that opened your eyes to Neruda.
Btw, I entered Jen’s competition twice:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/376955-of-holding-on-and-letting-go/
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Btw, I entered Jen’s competition twice:
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/376955-of-holding-on-and-letting-go/
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3rd Apr 2020 5:46pm
Funny thing is, I read some of his works in class (Spanish for native speakers), yet as an adult, I keep reading works in English (Garcia-Marquez, Neruda and Lorca).
I'm planning to re-read them in their native language.
Yes, Jen had a great idea for this comp. It was a very reflective experience.
I'm planning to re-read them in their native language.
Yes, Jen had a great idea for this comp. It was a very reflective experience.
3rd Apr 2020 5:56pm
Yes, and I loved her competition so much, it’s what moved me to invest in a second entry.☺️
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3rd Apr 2020 6:06pm
