Honey drizzled curly lines, I claim it back

I’ve little time for sweetness onto paperYet I must, I must, I must before I goSettling to the pageRelief as I engageThese lines stream out like honey from a heightAnd at last I feel it rising up, I close my eyes, embrace the flightAh here I am again inside the glory lightAlone I navigate the now spent close of nightBut I am freeThese lines cocooning meNo other choice but – BE And I stroke my lovely words, they are my advocatesThey are my sewer ratsThey are my solace in the end and my redemption Ahh, layered in the tattoos of a million beating dreamsMy heart awakes and ponders on my future schemesAccessed by words it seemsI must be writingI claim it backI almost gave it up for grief at subtle under tackI almost left this placeWas hard to see your faceBut I feel stronger every dayAnd things are better off this wayThese honey lines poured on my skin, not by anotherI am soothing down the aching as if I were my own motherI claim it back

— Cloudthings, Mar 05, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

Critiques

NEW ERA

17 years 3 months ago

CLAIM IT BACK

I really love this poem and it touched my heart as a fellow poet. It made me smmile as I read it and hit me in the chest. I aplaud you. Your fellow poet Cathy

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Mmmm that's what I LOVE about this site!

Ah Cathy, thanks so much, I'm so gald you relate... It's what I love about this site. That was such a nice response, I'm wagging work, recovering from a migraine (erghhh) feeling nauseous & blehh & my head still hurts, but oh how nice to find the sweetness of meeting others who feel like I do, it makes all that other stuff mean nothing. Bless you. I shall go have a look at your writing soon, (if I can stop my head wanting to mash itself into my mattress & disapear). Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

NEW ERA

17 years 3 months ago

glad I can be a part of you

glad I can be a part of you and this process we call writing. I hope your head stops pulsing. Love Cathy

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Hey Cathy ... I typo'd on GLAD

Hey Cathy ... I typo'd on GLAD... funny huh... Ta I feel quite a bit better, though it alwasy takes a few day, thank goodnes I hardly ever get them, some poor things get them regularly... awful, really knock you about... & I feel for poor Geezer... we really have so much to be grateful for. & I am so grateful to find fellow poets. Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

Geezer

17 years 3 months ago

honey drizzled

it is always good to see what's on your mind, even the splatter. there are things that i have written that have taken me years to get straight,the way i want them. i go back to things and look at them with new "eyes in the back of my head." " master of all" for instance was written over twenty years ago, but was truly as i like it, about five years ago, and confirmation of that, yesterday. i think that the deal with mislead and misled must have been in your comments rather than your poems,although even your comments sometimes seem like poetry. the way your words flow and your mind streams makes it hard to tell. i am truly sorry to know that you suffer from migrains, but you have an idea of what glacoma is like. it centers in my bad eye,goes down behind my ear and into my neck. it is pressure in the eye,and and presses so hard that it has detached the retina and feels like i have been punched in the eye. if i behave myself,and watch my diet,don't smoke too many cigarettes,and not give in to stressing out, i can go a long time, months even! watching my diet,includes no chocolate,real coffee,no caffeine and spicy foods. i have been bad as of late. too many cups of real black tea,and too many cigs. trying not too stress out. me stoooopid! geezer.

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Think I'm a lazy writer, this site is making me do something abo

Hey Guide, my guide!!! I'm sorry to hear about that awful condition, isn't there any other way to ease it... I only have a sec, in middle of prep for dinner for my gorgeous boy (about to turn 13)... Well, you know the consequences of what you do I guess & you make your choices, I shouldn't nag, though for selfish reasons, I wish you'd give up smoking & all that other stuff so we get to have more of you on here! & for your wonderful 3rd wife & family... & then there's always you Gee... I am so slack I rarely go back over anything I write... I just go bleh & leave it like that... maybe because no one ever sees it anyway (previously anyway, before I found this site) Occassionally if I used something for a song I would rework it as a work in progress in the song forming process, that's it.. Maybe I should look at doing that! I sort of feel they are so 'in the moment', & coming back to them I feel almost a different person so it wouldn't be right to change them... Still, if I do it with my songs I guess I should here! Have to run, thanks for your supportive comment... Cheers... stay well, find healthier things & write lots (nag, nag, nag) Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

orgami

17 years 3 months ago

the tumble of the fall

jewelled and robust throwing hungry light for beast eyes inertia pulling dreams apart like nebuleas blazing like sundogs at the heel of the sun I love this poem of yours creativity is supposed to be from the right brain side they should hook up poets at work and see for certian and im sure emotions or feelings come from there could be wrong in some countries poets are revered tombs erected alas I cannot imagine a migraine though my beloved suffers from these afflictions and I helpless can do nothing day pass the house silent quiet its like greiving each time brings me back to my parents sadness nothing I could do to stop time to stop their deaths but celebrate life who are we too know what we are here for tommorrow it is the dream we havent taken yet

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

& I love yours here… I

& I love yours here... I love the weaving, the connections the the reverie & digression the simple reflections & the flow You etch & pierce patterns of intrigue & unknown mist swirls & vapour trail pathways once bird flown You alight for a moment on anguish burned sense & then softly take flight & you set no defence You sweep off the cobwebs to let us review these things from your past that are scarred & tabu Defining the shadowy import in part these things brought you to us, shaped thought, soul & heart Regretful that you had to suffer of course Why do we choose such a life? With remorse? I think not, in the end... maybe you are like me? I bless these dread embers, they set my life free I'd never be wishing such grief on another but you know, as I do, it makes hearts gold, my brother.... Ahh Orgami... you are brilliant such wonderful musings... "tommorrow it is the dream we havent taken yet" That's a perfect poem in itself & this... "jewelled and robust throwing hungry light for beast eyes inertia pulling dreams apart like nebuleas blazing like sundogs at the heel of the sun" Perfect & potent .... again... I am so honoured to be the catalyst in part for such response. Wonderful stuff, completely, Thank you PS Poor Lori, I do hope she doesn't get these often, I feel for her (lately ..last few years, I have been able to meditate out of the pain element sometimes, I get the "aura"...visual disturbance & other times speach disruption... heh, irony huh, words begin to not make sense either from me or external... If I can settle myself & stay really calm, drink lots of water & stay in a dim, calm place, I can actually avoid the excruciating pain of it) it is fortunately rare for me, just at peak stress times I guess... it's been a really tough month or so for me on lots of levels... but you know (really well I suspect)... worse things happen & all things pass, comparatively, I am lucky & I never want to forget that. Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

barbsdad2003

17 years 3 months ago

Patches ...

of brilliance. I so like your flow, your melting into feel ... and then you rush about. But then those patches, they keep on poppin' ... in. Like random popcorn bangin' upside down in a microwave oven. A brilliant writer you are, but one who needs a bit of reinin' noun then. Who could use perhaps a slimmin' down with a dressin' up for goin' out'n about. (I say this all through smiles.) Your and my styles're so different ... but complementary. I favor brevity, spareness, leanness. I think you favor something I might call unfetteredness, one unhampered by discipline. But---a huge but!---a bit of discipline might give you wings to fly higher ... and longer ... lighter, even. I especially like "And I stroke my lovely words, they are my advocates They are my sewer rats They are my solace in the end and my redemption" and at the same time I want to prune a bit. More than perhaps I ought, as in, for example: "And I stroke my lovely words---my advocates, My sewer rats!--- They are my solace in the end, and my redemption" Love your presence here. Maybe we oughta marry. On the other hand, that'd for sure wreck a perfectly good relationship. Yours, Chuck

Cloudthings

17 years 3 months ago

Feel free to clip me any time, & a little discipline, a littel!

Hey Chuck... Harrh you made me laugh... That first line probably should be my epitaph, I expect there are pleanty of folk who love me who might say the same... & I'm with you precisely. It's just I fill my life up with wonderful stuff, projects, people, activities, work, things & then have to race between them to make them all work... & lately especially I've been writing so raw, cos I FEEL so skinned & vulnerable, so it just gushes out onto the page (proverbially speaking) I just finished writing to Arrow how I'd like to be "smaller", "quieter", "less"... & actually I can be at times, maybe when I am happier, I'm not sure, it's been a challanging time for a few months, but I can feel me coming back to me daily, it's such a relief, & there's no doubt the writing has helped here... I mean I ALWAYS write, but generally not so it is seen, so it's new & it is making me more conscious of making it work well. Oh & I can really see merrit in your "culling" (I am culling everywhere in my life, I know I need it in my writing too. All that you say is spot on about the "unfetteredness, one unhampered by discipline", it's true I am also terriblly disorganised often & a born mprovisor which is how I make so much work... I hate rehearsing things, rather just make it up on the spot (isn't always approriate, but boy I've pulled up some beaute's, & generally people love the stuff I create so I get away with it) MMmmm definitely a bit of doscipline will be useful... I've just signed up for a course that will give me a MAJOR arse-kicking in that regard & it's the kind of stuff you can bring to anything including this, so lets see (probably mean I'll have less time for this site though, very sadly I already steal it from my sleeping hours!) Anyway, you know it makes sense that bit of clipping you made, since I have always written predominantly for song, you need those fillers if it's a song or the flow is a bit stark, but you are right, as a poem it does work better stripped. Oh, & thanks, I LOVE being present here... & vice versa (same to you)... & were you proposing Chuck? You're lucky I'm busy feeling burnt & annihalated or I might think about it! I'd drive you crazy though, too wild & unruly, & no doubt way too verbose. Though I enjoy plenty of quiet time & harmony in truth. I'm sure you could find someone closer to home, I'm discovering that's probably wiser. Anni "Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I will meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about ideas, language, and even the phrase, "each other" doesn't make any sense."

Nordic cloud

17 years 3 months ago

Honey

Pouring honey rising up what a sight, and feeling. I too am glad that you inspired orgami and the others here, what more can one add after them? Your gifted pen write on, write on and we will learn to dream with you. Your Ann of Norway.