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I can now say I know you
by Regis Auffray   
Rated "G" by the Author.
Last edited: Monday, July 04, 2011
Posted: Monday, July 04, 2011

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A poem by Sha'Tara, local writer and friend...

I can now say I know you

[a poem by Sha'Tara]

Yes, I can now say without prevarication
that I know you, oh so well.
Not that anyone will believe me

but what matters, since you know, don't you?
But do I care now that you know I came
because I needed to see your face?
Go ahead, ask me, ask me—ask me!
I heard your voice deep in a distant night
and how I tried to ignore that Siren call
and what you asked of me and promised me
but I never managed it. I listened.
Intrigued. And your voice seduced me
destroying any hope I'd have
of a life of peace and comfort among others.
So early on I planned to follow:
studied maps and trained and packed
until nothing remained to hold back
and that certain day came, demanded
I step outside, test the air, take a deep breath
then turn and close the door gently but firmly
unto that so uncomfortable past.

I crossed a churning, stormy sea
though only a child then, not fully aware,
followed frozen steel rails stretching
across a measureless horizon of endless plains
in empty and frozen desolation
to a place that held me prisoner for a time.

I finally broke free and reached the mountains
where blue fire shot from ice carvings
exposed by thundering avalanches;
tree line sentinels raised skeleton arms
to uphold a giant ball of glowing ochre
painfully hanging in deep purple skies.

Winds moaned and keened, mimicking
the cries of the ever-damned
among rising, jutting crags—damn the mountains—
was it your voice, your teasing voice?
no matter, turning back no longer an option
with numbed toes and frost-bitten fingers
I grabbed frozen ledges, clung to crumbling rock
and dared to look down into the pits of hell.

I made it over your mountains
and down to the sea again,
though weak of eyes and white of hair
and what a trickster you turned out to be
you voice of wind and water and time:
... did I ever actually see your face?
But of course, for down by the shore
in an old fisherman's shack
across from its single broken window
there hung your mirror of disillusionment.

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Reviewed by Jon Willey 8/15/2011
Regis, I will have to study and ponder this article more before I can pass definitive judgement. After my second reading my initial impressions were no longer the same. As always, thought provoking and interesting work. I bid you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by Micki Peluso 7/5/2011

This is an awesome piece of work. The last paragraph is wonderful!!

Reviewed by Mary Lacey, Desertrat 7/5/2011

Fantastic write, as always. You write so beautifully. Hugs
Reviewed by Joy Hale 7/4/2011
Powerful words that run through my mind, playing with the edges of reality. Great read, Regis.

Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by Lonnie Hicks 7/4/2011
Epic. No more can be said.
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 7/4/2011
How dare you write poetry on America's birthday! ;-) Just kidding to a Canadian.

You got me with this one. I don't know exactly what it means but it sure is meaningful! Let me guess–a man's quest for success and how it so often ends in failure.

Compared to your other poetry, this one stands out like a genius.

Reviewed by Debby Rosenberg 7/4/2011
loved this epic reflection of life's seduction and ultimate disillusion.
Reviewed by Ruan Mills Burke 7/4/2011
Your friend is a skilled word-smith. This wonderful piece played the journey through my mind's eye like an 'out of body experience'.

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