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Blind to beauty in a bluebell glade - since you were gone

It was a dark but listening sky
That pulled the story from your eyes
It was the heavy springtime rain
That washed the clouddust from your pain
It was the river winding to the coast
That missed your presence here the most
When you were gone

When you were gone
I followed every dragonfly to find you
When you were gone
I sat in restless bluebell glades
and wove them into fragile chains to bind you
but you were gone

Reality would not rest within the confines of my life
Only you not being gone – could make sense
There was no point in anything
And no word in life's defence

Since you were gone

— Cloudthings, Sep 22, 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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Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

you get better and better

you get better and better with every poetic sketch. your metaphors show imagination and originality .both are essential .the simplicity and choice of your metaphors particularly this one: "I followed the dragonfly to find you." creates in the reader a pictorial landscape of images near forgotten and tinged with sadness. I don't as a rule like rhyme when the content needs more concentration as this work did to appreciate the metaphores. I feel rhyme creates a flow that causes the reader to concentrate on the rhymeing words and gloss over content in more complex poems. and now i am going to do what is painful in a sense becouse you show real talent as a writer and i think you can take it.I am going to be critical.Not to make you think my work is any better becouse i already know most of what i write has to be rewritten.but to get you thinking and becoming your own critic.Never be easy on your work demand the best from your self.and you will grow by that degree. and challenge everything i say when you disagree. "I sat in restless bluebell glades and hummed" I don't like the "hummed" it seems trite compared to the strength of the rest. second stanza,second, "when you were gone" I think is a little belaboring and chops up lines 2 and 4. Lets debate it im open.this is in fact a beautiful work but i think a few small touches would elevate it to your best work. respetfully Barry .............o . the one bit of this poem i felt detracted from its
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Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

I may be away for a while (holidays) & will look at the poem wit

Hi Barry, don't feel anxious about critiquing, I feel you have a good gentle skill with it & a good intent which is what counts, I am happy to have your generous offers in that regard.. I did think of these elements also very similarly... I pondered the "hummed" for the same reason & left it because it was such a truth... sometimes the most awful reactions, the most devastating response is the seemingly weakest, for me being reduced to a state where the only thing that might keep me afloat was a small vocal stream spiralling out through shock & disbelief, railing & tantrums would have been futile... & humming also, but somehow it symbolised a quiet thread to okness. Still, you are the reader & in the end, if I must explain such a thing I am not sure the message is clear enough... my justification for leaving it was that the contrast of impact would be SO clear that the impact would reverse & be seen for the implosive response it was meant to express. Obviously that didn't occur. I also wondered about the repeat of the critical line, I think this is a songwriting hangover & cannot just now decide whether to heed your call, though I see it's validity, I am attached to it, I would like to hear some other opinions & think on it before I make a change... but I reiterate, your point is most valid for smoother poetry (it's frustrating not being able to go back to the poes as we respond to each other, it might be a useful thing to bring to the AEC, that in comment response the poem should be visible... I do feel it can be so valuable to dissect a poem & reflect after commentary such as yours. Thanks for your time & reflection. I may be away for a while (holidays here now) & will look at the poem when I can with your critique in mind. Ta Barry. 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
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Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

as a songwriter I like to stay in practice & there are times I a

Barry, now I think I have made it worse from your perspective, I went to change some bits in response to your comment & made it even more rhymy, I forgot to address that comment. I know what you mean, but as a songwriter I like to stay in practice & there are times I adore the process... I write a line & find I am already thinking of the next line to rhyme it take the write in a completely different direction sometimes, it is an entirely different process for me than an unrhymed poem, & more constrained at time, but often offering more precious pearls than I might have created if not for the effort to have it work smoothly & not be cliche. Anyway, I will revisit, I am grateful, as I say to your efforts. Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
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Orphani

16 years 8 months ago

about hummed.consider you

about hummed.consider you dont leave the reader any clue of your underlying intent -- facter that in. ......o
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Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

I shall hum in honour of your contribution!

Yes, thank you, but I often think I am only just learning to write for anyone other than me, it is relatively new for me to think anyone else would be remotely interested in anything I wrote, I wrote in solitude since I was very young, often wondering wat the hell I did it for (apart from occassional songs that made it to the stage or recording). I almost always feel I write so much into my works that will never be understood or even noticed by anyone reading it... so you are right, it was a self involved write in that regard, a mumbling tale of my own history, I have fixed it now & changed that element, no point in posting here to please myself. I shall hum in honour of your contribution! Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
believe

believe

16 years 8 months ago

my kind of poem !

Hi Liz This IS my kind of poem, subject matter that you really can get your "nibs" into and you did it superbly ! a great write
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

I can see a strong contrast of styles, so thanks for going outsi

Thanks Ray... you have Neo-itis, you are confusing me with fellow Aussie I think, my name is Anni... Now I have read more of your work I can see a strong contrast of styles, so thanks for going outside of your own to visit. 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
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

Hah, I would LOVE to hear you read this!! That would be a treat

Hah, I would LOVE to hear you read this!! That would be a treat. Lovely to see you here. I logged on to make sure I respond to a comment from you before I am away... so see you there x Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 8 months ago

Your dust reaches my ears and I hear their whisper.

I agree with O about cutting out the third "When you were gone" poetically, its not needed. If I am right O? Musically I don't know without the music, as this repetition can enhance the whole in song. And yet you should be able to read a song and find it whole too. I think it would work without it is what I am saying in a clumsy manner. Sudden thought if you said THERE you were gone instead? "It was the river winding to the coast That missed your presence here the most"..........oh so lovely, so widely lovely. "I followed every dragonfly to find you"................a different movement from the river "and wove them into fragile chains to bind you"........and then a closer weaving with bluebells ringing in your mind. Lovely, lovely Anni of the clouds, your dust reaches my ears and I hear their whisper. Love Anushka.
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

may blue bells ring softly to call you to the best life offers

Hello my wonderful Anushka, I have changed the 3rd repetition, hope it works for you, I wanted repetition (lordy I am a wayward creature!), so there is my compromise, I think it works. And not unusually you have had my synapses buzzing from a simple statement, I am not so certain that a song should necessarilly be read as well as it is sung, I often find that lyrics of a fully magical song in melody & phrase just look like grey twigs without the function they were created by... but as always anything is a matter of taste & I hear your point clearly & it is as valid as any. Dearest Ann, may cloud dust sweep your dreams & sprinkle you with only joy & wonder, & may those blue bells ring softly to call you to the best life offers... I know it does, you are like me, I know, you find this everywhere, I love it in you!!! Much love Anni-bell Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
Candlewitch

Candlewitch

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Anni

I truly think that you have fairy blood running through your veins, because you tend to write the most enchanting themes. I loved this piece, and where it took me. You are a gifted storyteller. My favorite lines are: When you were gone I followed every dragonfly to find you When you were gone I sat in restless bluebell glades and wove them into fragile chains to bind you but you were gone Always, Cat
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Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

always like a lovely fresh breeze when you visit any page to add

Dearest Cat... your cat looks so contented, I feel you have such a warm, warm heart, good & true, & it is always like a lovely fresh breeze when you visit any page to add your gentle words. Thank you for these lovely reflections, I am so glad to have written something to have pleased you. Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
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bjp

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Anni,

This is a sweet refrain. I think the repetition works, for this is the internal thing which we do when a loss occurs - we move toward a ritual refrain of sorrow. Like Caitlin, I am taken with the second stanza, and its depiction of playing out the ritual of loss. It is so good to see your writing. It is. Brian
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Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

thank you for knowing, as you always do, these deeper things ..

Dear Brian thank you for knowing, as you always do, these deeper things .. the things of haunting & tummult or of wild internal flame. For years I had small rituals that no one would have known (almost no one, I've been known to spill on occassion, little elements of survival). It is lovely to see you here... it is. I miss my writing, I always wrote so prolifically, I want it back, I try to bathe that wound with grace, but sometimes I just want to stomp... heh, it wouldn't help, so, gently & with patience I pace each day & do as much as I can, some days it's a lot. I wonder how you are, I hope you are better. Do take care. Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 8 months ago

Dear Cloudthings:

If I could say something about the essence of your poem, I'll remember to praise the images, the beautiful words, the great story you are telling us, when you follow little dragonflies, the lonely nights... Let me say this is a great poem, and you don't need words in your defence, the lyrics are there, the wonder your poem awakes in the reader is magnificent. Sincerely, Hugo
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

very kind of you & generous.

Ah Hugo thank you, I'm not sure what else to say here except that, very kind of you & generous. Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
WF

Worldwide Freeride

16 years 8 months ago

Peppered by precipitation!

There by a tree of everjade, wandering aimlessly in hidden glade, I caught a hovering and discontented dragonfly, forever searching the sky, trying to catch that crying cloud, that bawls out thunder so loud... I love the intertwining nature metaphor here, as I love the natural world. from the dragonfly to the bluebell chains that bind the heart, soul and mind of others to you... only it was broken, perhaps whilst your back was turned and in to the sky like a dandilion spore, carefully lifted unseen on to a breeze after a quick twist and release of the dandilion clock. That pattering rain may have fallen like heaven's tears all over you but now that storm cloud has drifted to the horizon, and so can no longer cast its rain on you. Or perhaps reign on you! Only your memory of its sky shadow reflects upon you know... forever gone and vapourised by the sun. Maybe now you can look for a fresh start in the sunshine? A great poem indeed Anni... Bravo once again! Dale :)
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 8 months ago

I will always bless the times I have been drenched & storm tosse

What a lovely beginning here! & all the lovely imagery in the rest of it too, you are so good at this. Dear Dale, I love the sun so much, I love it's warmth & cheers & brightness, the way it brings shadow & line, yet I also love clouds & rain, & we will never have any without the rest, but I understand your sentiment, & thank you. I will always bless the times I have been drenched & storm tossed, they make me so much more appreciative of all the elements life brings. Cheers Anni~ "The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself". Anais Nin:
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Afzal Shauq

16 years 8 months ago

"Reality would not rest within the confines of my life"

hmm a good say, I noticed that there are some very sweet says of yours in done in innovative way.. and liked them to read and enjoy..because I wish if I always read new things and there are much new things in your poetic logics, themes and composition of words and make up of vereses...yea even in expression... this is a good piece and well written..you are doing really a good job .. let me say thanks again, you commented very sweet for my poem, the one translated in Montenegrin..and said my poetry has crossed the borders..yes you are right and same i feel here in your poetry..you got much fame in friends and fans..someimes i dont know what i am writing? for whom and why? ..hehehe maybe this is desease of my innovation craze.. dont know but I am writing..hope that is touching hearts... best of luck..afzal shauq,just a poet