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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
Love Sonnet LXXIX
As I glide smoothly across
the ice, as the cold air assails
my face, I feel like I am
flying. Your faceappears under the ice, staring
up at me. You are smiling,
your hands, upturned, reach
toward me, inviting me tojoin you in the cold, wet
waters of this dream. I
fly faster, skates movinglike a blur,…Read More
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Thanks HJx, for the sweet comment and for the the Kate Bush mention. I will definitely go listen. I actually do like the few songs I have heard from her. As well as her duet with Peter Gabriel on “Don’t Give Up”.
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You’re welcome – enjoy Kate! “Waking the Witch” from the same album inspired me to write Heathen, the opening tale in Basque Love Stories. It’s here on Starsrite, too, live, featuring sensational young actress Isla Furl as Julia. Enjoy!
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Such a vivid, haunting piece. I love how it moves from ice to fire with such ease. Beautifully done.
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Thanks Curly Grace. Your comment is appreciated, as are you and your poetry.
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A directional poem…that’s so cool.
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There’s a deeply spiritual feel to this. An interconnectedness that ties all things to each other. For some reason it makes me think of the book Fifth Sacred Thing. So much more than the surface shows
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVIII Color defines our world, bold, defiant colors that tells the story of our lives. We are loud in our brilliance, alive in our textures, and warm in the way we move to the music found as color is bent as it travels across Time. There was...
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Living in color instead of black and white you can see the nuances of life
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVII The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death scattered along the roadside; rotted...
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this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written
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I love the chill of this poem – if you’re not a fan of Kate Bush do listen to Under Ice on The Hounds of Love album!