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Overflow (today love looks like this) (could be considered a wee bit on the intimate side, but not so far as smut methinks)

How does love come?
Little dumplings of affection
bowling toward one’s general direction?
The collection, a joyous bundling leap and roll?
Or a slow reflective scooping of the buoyant, warm, loveliness?

Where does love go?
Melting wonders, once snowflake perfect
slipping through the crevices of unknowing, uncaring?
Or suddenly withheld/abandoned, icy, walling brutality?
Hideous aching, longing wearing slowly away, eventually?

Amid the birdsong and banter
I perch between these two
Love lost, love sweetly offered

That’s the thing about love...
In order to survive, it must be renewed regularly
Connections rewoven
Warm lamp lit illuminations softly focussed often
Jewels of familiarity, and surprise, embedded here and there,
and newly set from time to time
Such a tapestry, dusted and aired with reverent attention
Fondly laid beneath sumptuous picnic fare
(Blueberries placed with fingers between lips)
Brazenly wound around bare flesh in midnight frolics, enticingly dishevelled
Draped lasciviously across the so slow sensuality of tender caressing
That sets afire hungry lustful joining

Here is my altar, warn and smoothed
My dwelling comfort
The ember, suddenly emblazoned, of heated bloodfed yearning
At thought, or word, or lips in proximity
The sweet blush and swell after soft sweep of contact
Pulling at pleasure, tugging at desire
The sudden recognition of beauty at the crease in the corner of a lover’s smile
The ocean deep perfection engulfing one within a lover’s gaze
Moisture lingering on fingers pressed boldly from lips to lips
The exquisite gates of bliss giving way to these intoxicating occurrences

We are blessed who know this
I have sat at loves threshold many times
Weeping sore (thinking never to repair)
Or glowing with delight (and all the world is wonderfilled goodness)
Either way, far too much to contain in one life
Where then lands the overflow?

Creating love abundantly
Today, this is enough

— Cloudthings, Sep 13, 2009

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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.

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Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

Ooops! Blush... Thanks for your good eyeballs here, well done

Heh, so that's the trick huh, post poems with atrocious spelling & punctuation & you get the cream of Neo's writers pulling you up! Kidding... Yes, I see what you have pointed out (& me suggesting someone else use spellcheck not so long ago, blush, shuffle), there may well be more issues, but it's late so I will come back... but I also tweeked some of the lines that just felt too clumsy on 2nd read (I wrote it a week or so ago & should have tweeked it before posting, bit slack really, I see that now). Thanks for bringing my attention to it, the guidelines do say post writes that you are not so happy with, not sure I'm so comfortable with it, but I'm trying... it feels vulnerable & squirmy... exposed. I might cut those last too lines also (you see I have changed the lines & also added a space, but just as an interim, until my head is clearer). ...& you must know that warmth of the lamp that draws the absolute vulnerable "inner baby chick" to lean into the "other" & surrender, or you would never have been so inciteful, I guess most of us have known that at some time. Cheers Anni~ "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body". ~Elizabeth Stone
DawningDaytripper

DawningDaytripper

16 years 8 months ago

Your comments on love and

Your comments on love and life feel so, I think I will use your word. Intimate. A really good read, I was wrapped up from begining to end in your tale. Thanks for sharing it. Julie D.D.
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

I just revamped so you might have missed the slacker version (ho

Hi Julie, thanks fr your words, wasn't sure if it got a bit too personal (intimate?)... so I took out the personal, but I feel it made it more clumsy, too tired to play with it any more today. I just revamped so you might have missed the slacker version (hope so!!!) Cheers (& sweet dreams, down here anyway) Anni~ "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body". ~Elizabeth Stone
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Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

ok c. let get the

ok c. let get the tecknicalities out of the way first(like brushing a speck from a jewel) your title is inexpressive of the joyus beauty , and insightful content of this sublime work.it takes away from the body of your work.let it say what the poem says to you.not what you think it might mean to someone else. As K points out there are those seeming ambiguities of love and pain.Thou not ambiguities at all.For to love is to open the heart and to welcome life.the human condition.and it ain't always roses.You have captured here one of the most beautiful expressions of the human capacity to love.there are in the Greek language three expressions of love; of which you are probably aware. aggapa--love tward God eros--romantic love phillia--brotherly love or love of family aggapa or spiritual love is the highest form of human expression man is capable of. loved the reading.......o
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

(like brushing a speck from a jewel), that's so diplomatic & end

Gosh I am behind, hard to catch up & also get to explore what other good writers are doing here isn't it, unless you don't want to have a life (or get any sleep!). That is a beautiful flattering line by the way (like brushing a speck from a jewel), that's so diplomatic & endearing to boot... Ah but you had trouble with the title, I shall have to have alook into that, I am sometimes naughty with my titles, playing with the sentiment of the work & choosing a title that does not necessarilly match. In this case I liked the simplicity of Overflow, the reference from the latter part of the poem, wondering with all the love I feel for the world & those I know... where DOES the overflow go... A rhetorical ponderance of course, I don't even WANT to answer it, I am happy to feel so much. To be inspired to feel so much ... the bracketed addition is probably clumsy & that always kind of apeals to me for some reason (weirdo perhaps... maybe it's a mild sabotage?), but I will consider another title after some sleep. Thanks Barry Cheers Anni~ "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body". ~Elizabeth Stone
WF

Worldwide Freeride

16 years 8 months ago

Tug o' love!

Okay Anni, Tie a rope round your waist and I'll grap one end and someone else will grab the other.... and we heave ho!! Hope you don't get split in twain! This show the rhythm and ride of love with it head spinning turmoil and physical boat rocking tumult... high and lows all thrown together in one good long swan song from the Aussie Maestro! This to start with really does rock and roll the heart and sense with emotion and then... it goes deeper tugging at your soul searching strings and make you realise you really do have to take the rough with the smooth... and enjoy both the good time and the bad because being togetehr is the key to it all. A lil bit of lust and lil bit of soul... this poem is either, Sust or Loul or maybe both lol! Great vibe and spirit in this as always Anni... it really is what you do best! Good stuff again! Dale :)
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

That's good, I prefer a little soul with my lust

Hah, sometimes I feel there are a number of ropes around my waist with varying pull & dangle pressures applied, but I don't mind actually, it keeps me grounded, or I might end up in the clouds too much! I am thinking that I complicate my writes with chronological flips from present to reflecting on past & back, if this is not clear I think it leaves the reader with a very different view than I'd intended. In slow motion life glides smoothly between those highs & lows, unless you speed them up (by skipping like that) they don't rock you around too much most of the time... sorry for rocking your boat. & ta for your kindness & encouragement Cheers Anni~ "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body". ~Elizabeth Stone