Moonswelled dreams

Hey Sha, thanks for the effort you've put in here in critiqueing, all this is still relatively new to me (& gosh it's hard to make the time I'd like to spend here, so I do REALLY appreciate when anyone drops by really, it's an honour). I'm unclear on 2 quite separate levels, one is about how much we should divulge what the poetry is ACTUALLY about, much of what I write has always been a bit cryptic, designed to evoke the sensations of my focus rather than the actual scenario... but lately (perhaps because of love loss?) I feel it has continually careered into descriptions etc. that feel clumsy to me... I guess this was an attempt to pull back into a more obscure medium of expression... where the reader decides where the ride takes them. The 2nd issue is whether or not your questions are rhetorical or not? Perhaps I should respond anyway, it will no doubt be a great learning for me at least to do so. I see right away how I flit from sensation & between the myriad of considerations in my head & heart, in this poem particularly, since it was about my day attempting to be open to new beginnings, & I admit, not finding anything that really inspired me hugely, wanting to allow them time then in case there was something yet to come or develop... So that comment on "not knowing" is simply me taking a back step on everything (that day) & reflecting that it is ok, I don't have to have answers or clarity on anything. Not knowing is actually such a gift, it allows ANYTHING to be invited into that space really, I am trying to cultivate it more. So it is about the dreams only in part (those I currently want to be cynical about, but know better than to chop them up like that), but it is also sooo much the bigger picture, it leads the poem away from dreams then into a far greater perspective... then I think I focus in on something else (I am glad of the oportunity to have your perspective, & wonder is this too random for readers?... I'm always told how my mind is so constantly full & I can go from one topic to another with relative ease, perhaps that is not so great within this context). I guess the strings were a metaphor for the presence of another & how I didn't yet feel a connection despite quite a lot of similar life direction & interest... It wasn't uncomfortable, just wasn't connected (& I am a person that tends to connect with people quite rapidly & quite deeply generally, so it was an odd sense of displacement, but I wanted to allow it... so the loops & tangles were looking at the history & possible future of the seperate strings. As for spacing I totally agree, & there had already been 2 separation at that pint, but I pasted from word & the spaces didn't get translated, I will fix it... & yes it is a shift in thought process, but that had already happened in my mind earlier, with the string. This was a moving forward in realation to the connections I had that day (the many hearts touching mine), in comparison to the "parallel string", I had many deeper interaction, quite deep & heart delving, it was an odd juxtaposition, & always an odd sensation to tread water amongst another's dramas, anxieties, longings & revelations, especially to be immersed considerably in several separate scenario's in one day at that level (an honour of course, not complaining). I see the spacing did not occur where I had placed it originally & it makes a HUGE difference, these line should be completely separated, again there is a shift in focus, it might make more sense after I put the spaces back in, I apologise for not taking the care to catch that previously... "left residual flavours of their sadness or their struggle or their eagerness to please I am blessed with sweet full goodness, admiration and such love. I cannot tell what might hold promise pour it like a waterfall..." & the rest of the poem is supoosed to be connected to the last 2 lines there, you will see it better once the spacing is in, it becomes a rhyming waterfall. But to respond to your query, I am imagining that if there is future promise in the day's experiences, I might pour it over me (or elsewhere) like a waterfall, allowing the lovely cascade to flow into life. There's lots more, but I have written much & am grateful to you for giving me the oportunity to dissect my own work & see how the placement of lines so greatly effects the reading as well... LOADS of lessons in here for me, so thanks so much Sha. Cheers & I will be looking forward to having a look at your work. 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."

Hi Cathy ta for your input, I hope it reads much better now since I put the spaces in & have changed a word & added a wee line, certainly it isn't one of my best, but I'm learning that it isn't about submitting your best here (for me anyway), it's about trying things on & seeing just how much there is to learn. I f I put stuff up I already felt was great the way it is, I might not be so open to having people contribute so much, so I am happy if you think it only worth 2 stars, I would probably agree, though might be worth a tad more now it's been edited, I certaily think it's worth another read. Cheers 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."

Thanks Gee man, I love the way you interpret my poetry & there lies my quandry (see early comment above) in interpreting what I had in mind, I think it's a gift if you allow others to find their own interpretation often. I really love the take you have here "kinda like enjoying the warmth of a fire or sweetness of candy, without being ‘fraid of getting burned or getting fat" see that's really beautiful in itself & in a way it robs that gorgeous sentiment for you to know what I was really on about... which is simple really (since I've already dispelled any myths above) "it" in that context, is merely the "Possibility" that I have no idea about, yet the not knowing (again) means it can have room to be anything great. I imagine pouring that lovely sensation/expereince - whatever the possibility holds - down, cascading to a waterfull... I love so much, all those sensations, being immersed is heaven (well generally). Those skies are where I come to float with you guys Gee, gald you love them, I do too (& love you loving them), you've fast become a really powerful addition to this site. Thanks for your warm generous input. ps I edited, might read better now. 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."

Hi O... fantastic, there's that left hand!!! With the heart above the i of Lori Unflolding, unfolding, unfolding you never did tell me if "Orgami" has anything to do with "origami"? It suits you that sense so convoluted (Oh I know that way of being) & delicately folded into spaces & shapes surprising every time lift that corner sweet reflection on the moon & climbing & meditative sky perusal lift here & open, there's that Herc & under here, the tenderness for your tough minded, sweet faced woman tattoed across your hand for the world to read Beautiful Lovely things these diamond lives I get to look at them across oceans & land masses little sparkles in the night bird song words filtering in through my morning window bright sun sweet heat on skin at middays highest peak soft dusk stroking gentleness reaching from the screen My lovely comfort in (what Geezer calls) my clouthings sky (he sends me love there, keeps me airbourn, beneath the poems he writes for HIS sweet loved woman, it's such a lovely thing, you men of integrity... heh where are they, men like that?... At home with their loves, behind keyboards writing poetry! Maybe I will find mine some time. Until then my boy, his birthday today, generous & good hearted, thinks he'll be a chopper pilot) where I come to float among you, these others & you with your lovely unfolding Lori, cats, flying, poles in people's fields all origami with precision loaded unfolding words that pull my heart to comfort & succour. I spent half my life up trees Orgami, same kind of feeling as your roof maybe, & the rest on roofs or somewhere "up" (trying to get closer to the sky, the clouds are bridges for me, ladders. No wonder I always wanted to fly)... they used to call me "Monkey" as a kid... I think its a substitute maybe for the loving we should have had when we were tiny, innocent things? When we went there time & time again to find warmth & loving & met with emptiness, we turned to solitude & skywatching, it is an odd but perfect comfort... I love my life because of it though, Love who it has had me become, though not without huge effort, wouldn't want another child to suffer that deprivation, but we are resilliant aren't we, & our scars are so beautiful.. What does Leonard Cohen say, something about the cracks must be there so the light can get in? I'll look it up. I love the way that soul of yours wanders... keep it travelling my friend & journeying we all meet each other... we are nomads in a way, we writers. Thanks as always for your lovely words, & we both have new images, mine of my forest & beloved trees, laughing at being caught by camera as I traverse the ditches & logs, the summer hot & full of gorgeous freedom (I was sooo happy that day, returning from one sweet mountain budding forest scene to my own beloved trees & town)... & yours with your defiance & the letters of your love inked under skin... now THAT'S committment, simple, wonderful. Exposure (now I need to hear Peter Gabriel). Cheers, you inspire me no end you know, always, it is an enormous gift. Heh, shame my responses don't seem to "shrink down small"! 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."

Dearest Gee... don't ever think you are any less (remember that ancient line in the Desiderata, about there always being greater or lesser persons) but the point is, be at peace & confident in your own place... even your icons are a classic for what I'm saying the Wizard was an illusion & the cowardly lion was as brave as anyone as it turns out... those kinds of judgements are always illusion I feel. You are fantastic & I don't make that stuff up. If I feel it I say it... Nobody really is greater or lesser, it's all just opinion, enjoying what you're doing & having integrity so you respect yourself is all that matters Gee.. Orgami is great & so is Arrow & Ann of Norway, Kristeta, Jo & Kelsy & Rett & Moonman & well most of the writers I read on here (if I didn't mention you please don't have it mean anything, there are too many great writers here to list, & I bring my admiration to your doors when I read you) & you are easily among them. Anyway Gee, I love hearing from you, you light me up... Just keep writing & don't think to compare... We all know the Lion ended up to have been truly brave all along. & thanks for my boys birthday wishes, can't tell you the blessing he's been in my life, a complete joy to mother him truly. 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."

Jeeeez Kelsey... You are a gem woman... just hit me like a ton of bricks, I was thinking (after 2nd bit of feedback from Sha, which has been great) that the theme must be the way the day went & the contrasts between the people in it & my own hopes wishes aspirations etc. But actually in a bigger way, this whole thing IS about getting ok with not having to know. Guess I don't always come to writing with a theme, can & have, but I like to improvise & wander, it isn't as comfortable for some.... good for me to know that. How you going? Love the new pic, fantastic image. Hope you didn't burn your fingies! Cheers 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."

Hey Faeryone, that's just so lovely, thanks I feel really honoured... I feel similar, I love this site, I think lots of us are kin here too. Maybe poetry can fast track you to the heart of another, we are so much more exposed, & if you write, you then recognise the depths that are exposed are so much more valuable & precious for the courage to expose them... Ah I so relate to the lack of lingering Beki... sigh.. I steal time to go online here, from sleep, from my boy (not good) & from work... I need to get more organised around it... The acquisition of time, there's a poem in that for sure. Thanks lovely tree hugging thing. I love our alliance! 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."

Oh gee Richard, thanks so much... Hey it's a moon poem, of course it would pull for YOU moonman... tell me about that (if that's ok) I'd love to know why people choose their particular handles here, yours in particular. Yeah, it's a liberation to allow myself to just be ok with not knowing actually... lordy took a long time to get here, but it is a relief to finally stand in that place of just letting it BE & smiling into that space of possibility then.... sigh. Life is GOOD when you can do that. As for not reading the comments so you can respond with your own experience of the poem, I do exactly the same, I'm glad to hear you do that, sometimes I feel guilty about it, now I'll give that up, hearing you say it I realise it's completely valid... I can go back & read the comments after & then gain other insights ( & I admit at times I don't have time, but I want to just say how it is for me) Still, on this site I get SOOOO much from the comments people make, there's some amazingly insightful folk don't you think?... Love your input Richard... You are a warm & generous moon creature... & thanks lots xx 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."

Oh, we certainly care don't want that for you "cut rate poet throwing words out" indeed!!! pfffft, who are you kidding? Do you not read what we write to you boy? We who are in awe of you? Slicing your life into bit of worthlessness with your words we will not allow it I dare you to be so disrespectful of someone we value... YOU! We value you Do you think you could sit with THAT for a moment? let it sink in? Be soft & receptive just for a moment & let that sense come into you. I love so much these treasures if they are just thrown carelessly ok but I think not, I think you know we care, beyond your pain & addictions Isn't this a little like home for you too (I chuckle at myself.. I should "get a life"... but you know I HAVE a big beautiful life, lots of love & good people in it... full & overflowing... yet this place these writings & these people... & YOU... have become a comfort, a solace, & tenderness, a sense of home. You crawled under my skin dragging your love for Lori with your words that pull & distort the world into such a plaintive space & an underlying tenderness a sweetness that belies the tough look guy we view in image All of your history & habit cannot hide you we see some of you protruding (was it electric blue? who called you on the vulnerable child she glimpsed?) I think you might have missed our care for you our interest, our admiration, our pleasure in your writing in our interaction with you. More here than you know my friend. Sorry you're having a crappy day, truly pain is awful in any form It's a funny saying that "skin of my teeth" We could be here for you though not far below if you choose to fall into us we warmly welcome I am sure I'm not alone Far away as we are (mostly?) in some ways closer for the vulnerability of this medium. See all our diamond hearts shining up at you there? Stars we are, softly sparkling out across the distance who cares what the planets really hold from the place we are each of us is shining sweet, little brightness & suspended if you let go of that skin of your teeth you might find yourself suspended here with us & you shine dear poet (nothing cut rate about you) I feel you brother bold beside me warm & safe in your words Here take these we will weave them in to filligree nets below you safety woven words of fluid intention that is generous & full of care You can fall soft into this my friend I'll see you there! With affection & empathy & mild reprimand (sorry, I don't want anyone suggesting you are unworthy, not even you!) xxx 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."

Sorry... you scared me just a little bit. Here's the coffee & the net I know you're good not folded yet you flagelate & I'll berate It's just because we love ya mate!!! heh, I feel relieved... I am sorry you suffer, & do love your words. Yes they sustain me, please don't stop. 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."

Dearest Ann, these words we send eachother are gifts, often meant to help hone our skills as writers & I always value yours hugely... Sometimes I choose words that may well jar, & even choose to leave them in after such a consideration, just because they fit the feel I want to shape the work with (I remember someone made a comment years back, a fantastic song writer I still know & love... he said you should never write using words you wouldn't use when you speak, I was about 16 then, it stuck, I sometimes do write as if I were speaking, I think that line was an example). But I DO listen to you & I assure you it sinks in & I will consider it more in future writes. For me this is a place of constant learning & I bless it, & anyones comment for that reason. Your suggestions are completely valid, I can see your point, I just scrifice the eloquence sometimes to gain the texture & feel I want I think... One day I may manage to have all of that (as if I want it all...ha how funny). Please, always feel free to bring these things to me, I love them Ann. I love your stories of Oslo too & your history. I DO wish you would write your memoirs. You write deliciously Ann. Yes I steal far too much time from sleep with my Neo tribe addiction... chuckle! 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."

Thanks Nina, what a shock?!! It's funny what gets attention, I feel I have done far better writes than this... I suspect it was probably on the strength of that one line you point out. It seems to have pulled something from everyone, perhaps we all feel such relief to hear it (see it) spoken. To me this was quite an insignificant ramble or ponderance really, still, there is a place for such sentiment, & for me it was a little relief from the more recent love loss stuff that seemed to demand expression from me. I am looking forward to your next Nina, you have been a little quiet of late? Thanks again 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."

Hey Stella, thanks, what a funny thing the spotlight is, I really don't understand it sometimes... I'm not ungrateful, it's a nice affirmation, but I read other works here I feel are far more deserving. It was a surprise to me as well when I got the not from Nina! As for the moon, we share the same moon dear Stella, so you would have been looking at that same moon a week ago as I was being so entranced (perhaps a day later? or less, in that case it must be waning I would think? But I love the "new beginnings" sentiment anyway & we can take it on anyway, whatever the moon's conditions) Oh yes, absolutely, I made that same point somewhere, it really does allow more possiblity when you let go of knowing (or our constant insistance on thinking we already know), we block out so much we could be open to when we insist we already know... I love an open mind, heart, hand. I love it when mine are so. Cheers 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."

Absolutely I do you fire breathing mistress of the world spanning Neopoet tribe... heh I love that! XD & that!! & you SHOULD be proud Kelsey, you contribute in a BIG way to the joy of this tribe (& this wee tribal dancer among the clouds). xxx 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."

Hi Ginny, wow, what a beautiful thing to say... Chuckle I suppose it's true in a way, really! I think it's true of all of us here really, we are all doing this courageous "exposed" thing, here, it's so vulnerable to express these things, & I love our little "hidey" ways, the icons we use & our names, it's all part of our lovely tapestry of the persona of our little tribe. Anyway, thanks Ginny, you know I love your poems, glad you enjoy mine. 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."