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Jul 25, 2009
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Suspension unresolved (Wistful poetry crushes, a mystery ode)
I could love you for your words alone
Spring tendrils curling, innocent and unassuming
And I do
Carry from the shadowed depths of you, deep thing
Gentle apprehensions
Curious divides
Wisdom in the undivulged, evocative detail
And then there is the image of the hand (artistic fingers)
Delightfully obscuring smiling face
The ear, an elfin elongation maybe?
Long I have not visited, I know
In any case, a simple, sweet acknowledgement
To an unassuming wisdom and insight beyond years (it matters not)
Unknown, you are a feathered breath
A distant whimsy, an inspiration,
Sunrise saffron fingerprint upon a cloud tip
Glorious promise, never unfolded
A private daydream smile
You waft across occasionally
Lighting my own wistful shadows into tendrils of their own
Warm and sated
You draw me in, unknowing
Invisible the chord (not cord) imbedded solarplexus deep
Yet merely parallel I seek my understanding
And with respect, I do not delve
I just admire… and breathe
The mystery of you is so enticing
You haunt me gently, black and white
And lightly dwell a moment, suspended 9th
Unresolved and fading, gradual like watercolour
Into horizon
Into history
Into heartbeat
Into whispers unuttered
Your mystery is dandelion soft and sky bourn
Float me from this longing to be understood
And this need to speak in convoluted imagery and tone
You beat your wings of lucid irrigation
And wash me, quench me, sweep from me the caustic dust of blind faith
… Yet all of this is magic sprinkled from my own vision
– of your so gentle, rare intrusion
Sweet, such ripe illusion
Spring tendrils curling, innocent and unassuming
And I do
Carry from the shadowed depths of you, deep thing
Gentle apprehensions
Curious divides
Wisdom in the undivulged, evocative detail
And then there is the image of the hand (artistic fingers)
Delightfully obscuring smiling face
The ear, an elfin elongation maybe?
Long I have not visited, I know
In any case, a simple, sweet acknowledgement
To an unassuming wisdom and insight beyond years (it matters not)
Unknown, you are a feathered breath
A distant whimsy, an inspiration,
Sunrise saffron fingerprint upon a cloud tip
Glorious promise, never unfolded
A private daydream smile
You waft across occasionally
Lighting my own wistful shadows into tendrils of their own
Warm and sated
You draw me in, unknowing
Invisible the chord (not cord) imbedded solarplexus deep
Yet merely parallel I seek my understanding
And with respect, I do not delve
I just admire… and breathe
The mystery of you is so enticing
You haunt me gently, black and white
And lightly dwell a moment, suspended 9th
Unresolved and fading, gradual like watercolour
Into horizon
Into history
Into heartbeat
Into whispers unuttered
Your mystery is dandelion soft and sky bourn
Float me from this longing to be understood
And this need to speak in convoluted imagery and tone
You beat your wings of lucid irrigation
And wash me, quench me, sweep from me the caustic dust of blind faith
… Yet all of this is magic sprinkled from my own vision
– of your so gentle, rare intrusion
Sweet, such ripe illusion
— Cloudthings, Jul 25, 2009
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Critiques
Candlewitch
16 years 10 months ago
Anni
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
A whim - knowing how completely we poets can move one another
redhair0317
16 years 10 months ago
Poem
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
this poem is about me letting love out with no desire to get it
bjp
16 years 10 months ago
Dear Anni,
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
you'd like me to digress from my obsession with those I love & a
orgami
16 years 10 months ago
illusionist of realities
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
My simple whim is such a whispy shadow in comparison to your gif
Kailashana
16 years 10 months ago
Anni, this is an amazing,
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
Dearest Anna, as you must know, I am terribly greedy with my mus
Seren
16 years 10 months ago
Anni ...
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
As I've said for months, have less time for Neo, hard to avoid
Seren
16 years 10 months ago
Kelsey I read it and immediately
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
it may well be ... we will never know, it is of course a mystery
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
now I feel secure that it is understood that the poem is about u
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
I will never know if it will be known, or loved, & really it doe
Eduardo Cruz
16 years 10 months ago
Anni,
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
this is a beautiful comment, you have responded with such a love
Nordic cloud
16 years 10 months ago
Oh soft, soft as a dandelion
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
it is a love of appreciation, with a hint of the longing such in
Morgana Tragic…
16 years 10 months ago
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY Anni
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
it is actually a shy kind of write if you know what I mean
Skumpfsklub
16 years 10 months ago
First rate
Skumpfsklub
16 years 10 months ago
It's a very clever construction, Kelsey. There's
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
I say (to anyone), own it if you think it is you, it possibly is
Yvonne D
16 years 10 months ago
Delicate, lovely! A treat for lovers of language.
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
I am sure we have things to learn from each other, it's the best
Geezer
16 years 10 months ago
Mystery Ode
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
"Well, she's walking through the clouds (Yay!!) with a circus mi
Geezer
16 years 10 months ago
Horror was a challenge of sorts
Cloudthings
16 years 10 months ago
I do hope your frustration was calmed by the horror write, it mu
faerybeki
16 years 9 months ago
Yes, yes, YES!!! I know just