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perhaps the impossible

perhaps
the impossible
and forgotten
like boundaries
we don't cross
becomes the skin of a tree's
silence
I had the parents of wood
I never lived in the rain's words
until I stepped out of those
impossibilites
between us,
and laid my eyes
at the meadow of your feet,
and if one bird is lost,
and one cloud calls me blind,
there your flowers are
my forgivingness
where the blue wind
left me
to remember love
in the lilies
of your voice



— Orphani, Jun 21, 2010

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xena465

xena465

15 years 11 months ago

Gee Orphani

Beautifully written with much tenderness. Xena Quote: Science is what you know; philosophy is what you don't know. - Bertrand Russell
Kailashana

Kailashana

15 years 11 months ago

Hey, who’d you write this

Hey, who'd you write this for????????????? Hmmmmmmmmmmm? Superb poetry, in any case, my darling. I love you. ~ Your *Anna* "People sometimes inquire what form of government is most suitable for an artist to live under. To this question there is only one answer. The form of government that is most suitable to the artist is no government at all." Oscar Wilde
Seren

Seren

15 years 11 months ago

Dear B

and amoungst the chaos a voice of beauty lovely words lucky Mum love and hugs JC x x (“In time we hate that which we often fear.” William Shakespeare quote)
Geezer

Geezer

15 years 11 months ago

Perhaps the impossible...

I liked the simile to all the flowers, and nature. I would however, either leave out the lines about the lost bird, and the cloud calling you blind. They just seem out of context with the rest of the poem. If you really need those lines, maybe you could use them in conjunjction with a couple of new ones. Without those lines, the poem still seems cohesive, and tied together. ~ Gee
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

15 years 11 months ago

...becomes the skin of a tree’s
 silence...............

Ann of Norway O Barry O, you see and feel the textures of life in special ways I think, like an arist do you paint, or dance like the trees? Your pen dances and you paint such lovely words with it to mesmerise our minds and weave us into your thoughts- "I never lived in the rain’s words".... ..."laid my eyes at the meadow of your feet,"... ..."and one cloud calls me blind,"...... ......"where the blue wind left me to remember love"..... ........"in the lilies of your voice".. ...their perfumes and sentiments flood the skies and colour the flowers dear brother mine, Ann.
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Atticus

15 years 11 months ago

Barry,

You never seem to miss a beat my friend. The pacing of this one is truly beautiful and adds so much to the content. Wonderful write. Best, Nathaniel