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A Poem by J

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Sometimes

the night

becomes a windbreak from

     anxieties

that slither beneath my door

    past barricades

    of formidable

Fluff

 

while shadows walk ceilings

past little deaths

of imperfect fingers flying

against sorrows gathering behind frightful

                   imaginings

 

and i remember ...

i remember

 

bright strokes of agility

and nimble leaps of assurance without thought

          without stumble

                   without  . . . gratitude.

 

And.now.

          and here and tomorrows

the sidewalk dips beneath my feet

      cracks and wiggles

 

and

      conception is fleeting

and flies back in my face

 

[and] Fresh despair reminds me how well i know

     the night

And how confusion becomes me.

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All I see of you shines and I don't know your story, but your poem creates a window where the readers sees with the same vantage point as you, the same sadness. It breaks our hearts (the reader) and we wonder if you can hear us stand up to cheer you on, with new mornings and new beginnings, and the fact that it's just not over till it's over. So lovely and passionate J. Thanks you for sharing.

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

J

11 Years Ago

dear revery, i'm stunned by your heartfelt, encouraging words. you've no idea how they lighten my h.. read more
Revery

11 Years Ago

Glad glad it spoke to your heart.



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Exotic sense of ethereal escape, your words are like the winds with rolling fingertips, the painting. I loved this.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J

11 Years Ago

your gracious nod humbles me, michael. many thank yous and ... so nice to see you.
Poignant write with haunting lines, last stanza says it all striking!

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J

11 Years Ago

thank you, moon, for your very kind review. so nice of you to stop by!
I love the line "And how confusion becomes me." There are times that no amount of barricading can keep out the demons that play havoc with our well being. I really like the format that you used. Your imagery is taut and I enjoyed reading this. I look forward to reading more of your work.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J

11 Years Ago

wow -- what an awesome review. you nailed it. thank you so much! :)
when this happens to me, i concentrate on thinking of nothing, absolutely nothing but the sound of universe

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J

11 Years Ago

thank you for your thoughtfulness, frank
Sadness held this pen, love, but it wrote such beautiful phrases: ''i remember ~ bright strokes of agility ~ and ninble leaps of assurance without thought ~ without .... gratitude '

- and even though grey memories seem to dominate, there are so many dreams yet to leak out of your darling heart.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

oh, you are so good at saying sad and lost things...i wish i could open my hand and show you this gem of unconfusion and unthought assurance

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

J

11 Years Ago

and you have been a dear supportive friend for so long -- often sharing that gem in your palm and il.. read more

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Prescott, AZ



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If i had Do-overs …. i would spend my life making SPACES and PLACES that made me smile … and i would tell you it is first about LIGHT. then about character, ambiance, originality, SURPR.. more..

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