Nordic cloud

Sep 16, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Slivers of Life's Blooming

"Slivers of life's blooming"

The slivers of your dream-sheets

as layer adds to layer

reach high into the sky of my mind

each slips into my heart

the library of feelings and sensations

the place where,

alone

I meditate

such little books of love

and understanding

are treasures that when needed we bring out

as leaf on leaf on leaf on leaf is falling

layering the land of our consciousness

as year upon year upon year

is built up

where piling high we reach the sky

of our imagination

and the nurtured bloom matured with age

springs out

so beautiful

devout.

— Nordic cloud, Sep 16, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Seren

16 years 8 months ago

Dearest Ann

And how wonderful is this poem Ann ... Again I am in awe of you I am speachless this is just beautiful ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x x

yenti

16 years 8 months ago

I don't comment on your work very often and it's not that there is a problem with it, quite the reverse as I spend a lot of time looking at most of the poems that come through and then the ones that don't have any comment I always notice your excellence in writing, flowing from thought to thought as sure as a speeding arrow as it must hit the Apple. I could leave lots of comments and they would all use the word great and the help you give to others is wonderful, so forgive me ,but know that your words are always welcome to my mind, this piece is as always, Great, Great, Great, Yours Ian.T

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Ian

I MUST reply to SUCH a comment as this, you overwhelm me with your words here, how to say anything in reply, I sigh and purr like a lioness feeling like a kitten, you have an opinion that makes me stop and wonder, what happened to that girl of one and a half years ago who hadn't written more than a handful of poems and suddenly was reborn, with the pen in my hand and love in my heart I sullied forth into the world of poetry and wow what a trip. Little wonder that it has authenticity in its utterances. So drunk on life am I. A GREAT privilege, I know and would wish to divide it into as many peices as would go round for all of you dear people, especially those with any problems of any nature, my love to you all from Ann And a special thankyou to you for your flattering comment Ian.

yenti

16 years 8 months ago

Ann

I didn't know that you had only been writing for just under two years, well knowing that then you seem to be a natural, and I think what you have been able to do is tap into your own thoughts and freely write without outside interference. I bet you found it a lovely place, I feel that as we become older we have a need to escape this world and its harshness, then we learn that inside of us is an infinite number of thoughts that cascade as a rainbow reaching for the earth as it were, then if we can capture these thoughts then we are, Yours Ian.T

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Ian. T

I have always written however, letters for the most, as I like the immediacy of the contact with the person being written to, my mother got at least one letter a week if not two or even three when I moved to Norway in 1972. Have been longer here than in GB now, and call it home. I am a stranger in GB and as its Scotland where my sister lives, that I visit most, that is another world. Yes writing always interested me and I always said that if I were to be put in prison just give me old peeling uneven walls and plenty of paper and pencils and I should be happy forever. The yoghurt top poem says as much. I would of course miss nature, but even then there would perhaps be the twitter of birds and that could become studied in detail. The nuthatches were duit duit duitting this morning as we walked into the woods I wondered what they had found that was so exciting. But all the associations of essences of thought patterns have come this last year or so, tumbling from that treasure chest in the archives of my brain, shocking me by their number and the intensity of excitement they engender and make me write and write at every moment of the day; I pressed, with help of others, the button, and it just waterfalled(?)- cascaded perhaps) out, and yes oh yes what a rich feeling, I don't need money, I am richly given such pleasures and dreams within myself; poets are rich indeed!!!! I am privileged, so very privileged, and I am aware of it. Thank you genes, or whatever was responsible for my euphoria. Love from Ann of Norway

Sourav

16 years 8 months ago

The language you’ve used

The language you've used is Awesome. This is a kind of poem that flows in the mind and touches the heart. I'm glad that I've read it. Pleasure.

Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

i am so glad you have chosen

i am so glad you have chosen to express yourself in the written form of poetry and there by sharing your gifted love expressions with us here.......o

lyz

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Ann H

How perfect is this nurtured bloom to give us this beautiful poem. We all better in age, hopefully, much wiser, and this poem reminds me, our minds do need to be nurtured, I would hate to lose my imagination. You have written a beautifully creative poem. Love Lyz. XX

orgami

16 years 8 months ago

waves of rain

rising on the curb each like coins from a fountian purged breaking their wealth and dancing in freedom Like wild creatures Your Poem Ann reminds me too of the old photos the black and whites of which I gave away holding onto a few select negatives now layered but not forgotten treasures in the hold of tommorrow A wealthy write my freind Thank You

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

I find money in the streets too

And with your old photos in the pockets of my memory I am fascinated by the many facets of the dance of life's experiences. Thankyou Steven for your words, you who have been many times in the spotlight, I creep into the shade of your wings, it seems I am there too, not sure what to think, but I think thank you is in its place don't you think? Thank you all, Ann of Norway.

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

you get my vote for the sweetness & the sentiment of goodness th

Dear Anushka you get my vote for the sweetness & the sentiment of goodness that drips from this lovely work... You you you Anushka are so genrous of heart, it is wicked, how that comes to be when so many seem so challenged in that way, yet you pour it forth & here it is for all to see... sigh... It just makes me want to sigh with pleasure. xx 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

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

I remember now...

I remember now why I chose you as my Queen. Your elegance is superb. Your grace devine, royalty in every sense of the word! Even your rebuke, caresses my heart rather than cut deeply. Your permission to search our endless world of Neopoetland, has thrilled me to no end, and I will bring you the treasures of my caravans, and send you the fruits of my voyages. Your knight in battered armour, Sir Gee.

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Gee Sir Gee sir gee

My battered subject, how does my lord? 'Tis a pleasure to hear from you and to hear that you have been successful in your endeavours over the seas of poets, their words producing treasures for you to find and glean for our kingdom/QUEENDOM too. I will distribute them to those worthy of their bestowing( is this good language ?) I thank thee kind Sir Gee, may you and your spouse have many a happy day ahead and live long and well. Yours with thanks Ann Q BUT NOT ONLY you have said some things so beautiful, I thank you all for your comments and curtsy a thanks to you all.

Geezer

16 years 8 months ago

Your knight fares well...

I am gleaning wonderful nuggets of gold and all sorts of treasure to send back with the caravans. Your worthiness, of all the beautiful things said in your honor, gives me great pleasure. Your wishes for my dame and I are well recieved. Thank you for the bestowing of them upon us. Your ever faithful knight, Sir Gee