Your skin ...is a far away mystery

Well, I am beginning to catch up here (hardly) & I see I have missed what an incredible talent you are. Clearly you write the most delightful love poems, there is such gentle longing & unintrusive care in this write, sigh. It really is a sweet, sweet work. I must away to look at more from you & apologise for arriving late to the party, I might never really catch up here on Neo, but I can recognise great writing when I see it... Hurrah, I say, a beautiful drink of the fruits of your good & humble hand, thank you, I enjoyed it hugely. 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

Again you weave a words into peace, beauty and love on the page ... I found that I was drawn into wanting more and felt bereft at the end, I wanted to know more of your love and the way she feels to you ... again an extraordinary write .. that I am in awe of those last words are just beautiful and I found myself having to read this a few times brilliant write .. love and higgest bugs Jayne x x

This is a very lovely worded poem. And vividly described. I liked the flow when read slowly. September never read so good.The rain your spine. Love it.This world is made up of so much beauty and you have a way to spread it around. Thank u. Love Lyz. XX

Dear O Sometimes you run right into something so wonderful that the heart do a somersault and forgetting to breathe for a while. Your poem is very beautiful. I love the fiery passion and subtle love. You are a truly special poet, and I am glad to have chance to read your poems. Thank You. Love. o molly ps. the title of the poem is a poem in itself.

(These lines were ALL STRAIGHT WHEN I MADE THEM BOTHER THIS ....? ( Please excuse the messy way this is presented I can assure you I had them all aligned and good, it is so annoying whne they don't copy EXACTLY as I have writtne them out!!! Pardon me Orphani for this little outburst of impatience, I don't understand why its all so difficult.) Your skin is a far away mystery.
 The distance of your eyes dreaming;
 as time, 
that uncrossable dessert of scorching hours 
that found your tongue, 
the oasis of my souls journey. 

In a september sky,..................(don't HAVE to use a capital for the seasons in a poem) New England light 
is bluer then, remembering.
  Clouds of untouchable nearness 
appearing without horizon forever searching toward away,
 to find your mouth a wave aspired 
as want and need flow above, 
that shimmering drawn bow of rain
 your spine  
and I 
a lost puppy 
at the window of your heart,
 look only far. ______________ Forgive me Barry:- Hope you don't think me 'frekk' oh I've forgotten the word in English!! I have taken-the-liberty of rearranging your poem and punctuating it other than you have, as I felt it so, and whatever you do with it I LOVE IT! So many things strike me a quite wonderful thoughts, the magic strangeness of skin-mystery, distances dreaming, dessert of scorching hours souls oasis, bluer remembering, untouchable nearness, searching toward away, to find your mouth a wave aspired
as want and need flow above,
shimmering drawn bow of rain, Oh all of it Orphani of the sad breezes from lonely places, you magic me away from this world and into yours, to see, to touch, to hear your voice so beautifully phrased, so evocatively presented, beautiful. Love as aye Ann


So lovely to find this write pop into my inbox I was drawn back to it dear Barry, it is such a beautiful poem.. I LOVE the whole first stanza so much, it really plays my heart strings, & these... September sky, of New England highways Is bluest when remembering. Clouds of untouchable nearness Appear in some coffee shop window Somewhere … away…,no longer blue Fnding your mouths thirst with rain As want and need flow…..above, That shimmering drawn bow of sky Your spine….. I really am such a fan of your writing. Cheers Anni~ "When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace". H.H. the Dalai Lama

i really enjoyed reading this poem. Me personally loved these verses (As want and need flow…..above, That shimmering drawn bow of sky Your spine….. And. i The lost puppy At the window of your heart) I loved it!!! .

poem is lyrical bliss-regards

Your touch the space between you and your love, so gently with the longing taking on a tangible feeling of its stretched out fibres of feelings; heated by the desert sun, scorched by hours, oh and the oasis of mouths reached to save your very life's quick. Then down to earth via those ephemeral clouds, to nearness - the stretch of bow- the Zen-like expectation of release for your passion, the spine, the puppy's soft need, and your eyes forever looking out there, where love took birth and filled your heart with wonder at its power and grace. Ann of Norway Just enjoying myself dear Barry.

The more and more i read this the more i love it -regards

The more I read it the more I am reminded of what I don't have....lyrical bliss aside. ~A

Stop messin with my mind. I reread and it is lovely. I really like all of the last stanza. Like a violin, you have restrung this poem with words that flow with a musical note. Always a pleasure dear one. Love Lyz. XX

Hmmm. Seems two pears dangling, dropped on the same ground. Golden fruit. I love you Barry, thank you for the poem... You posted it a week & one day before my birthday. At the time I read it my heart ached with longing. I wrote a comment on January 6th, what two weeks ago? Now my heart aches with longing even more so, but I now know it's for you. Fancy that... we should open a bottle champagne... and poach pears: Ingredients: * 1 bottle champagne, preferably pink (about 3 1/2 cups) * 1 cup sugar * Zest of 1/4 lemon * 1 teaspoon rose water (optional) * 1/2 vanilla bean, split lengthwise (optional) * 2 large pears (such as Bosc) or 4 small pears (such as Seckel), peeled (firm, slightly underripe pears work best) Preparation: 1. Combine all the ingredients except the pears in a pot and bring to a simmer. 2. Carefully lower the pears into the liquid (adding up to 1 cup water to make sure the fruit is fully submerged). 3. Simmer until the pears are tender, 15 to 17 minutes for small pears, 25 to 30 minutes for large ones. 4. Cool the pears in the cooking liquid for 30 minutes before serving, or store them in the refrigerator (still in the liquid) for up to a week. We'll share it with all at Neopoet, Love, Barry & Anna

Oh Anna yes we will all come to taste this delicatesse, wow in Champagne I wonder what happens to it when its cooked? Not fond of Champagne but if its the very driest kind that would be all right, I prefer the Gewurtztraminer from Riquewihr in Alsace, that is so perfectly delightful, but I would NEVER heat it up. Your tender care of the pears I like a love poem in itself, you two doing a slow beautiful dance with those lovely liquids flowing and simmering till perfect. Lovely Anna dear sister mine. Ann.XX OO for both of you.