strangely, "phantom lovers" appeared in my in-mail this morning as a new post. not so strangely, your beautifully worded image, "i slip through / restless veils that dance / to ancient rhythms," speaks to my waking dreams this saturday morning. ~ leslie
Plays straight into my firey obsession with the film City Of Angels, Gene! "we are shadows on the wall in the attic of my mind". Aren't we just. Destiny calling. Totally love this, xx
Chills for me in this write, Gene... I love the imagery of the veils, and find the line "in the attic of my mind" to be sheer poetry. (But I am a sucker for that kind of talk, so don't get a big head) --Charlie
Reviewed by Gerard Gauthier (Reader)
Reviewed on November 2, 2008
Gene you have this ability to pull yourself out, as a ghost of yourself...you live in places of want and dreams...Great read Gene
Gene I believe all these emotions come from the colour purple because I have had the chance to read some of Shee's and I tell you, you are both thinking romance. Great write dear and thank you for sharing.
Talk about rhythms. This exquisite poem is accented with perfect musical rhythm by the choice of stress on each word, or skipping a syllable. Your lines sing. They can be interpreted several ways, I think. I choose the ethereal meaning, the "attic of your mind" being a place you go when experience flits by your body. Hugo would have loved this poem. Soft, as Debra said. Definitely a poem to be read out loud. Golly, Gene, what next? Your fan, Kathy
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2008
For me, the first two lines are the greatest and most telling ~ I love the idea of the "deliberate observer." I am captured by the notion of consciousness beyond consciousness. Further, you have managed to balance this "from the outside-in" perspective with a very intimately inward conjuring that is provocative and sensual. It is interesting to contemplate just how many of those vacant faces also have this rich, inner world unfolding from within. I love the simplicity, grace and restraint you have demonstrated here, Gene.
Gene,
You switch beautifully from anonymity to individual focus once 'the contact' is made and the possibility of "glow of the hearth beckoning" which I see (in my sick mind) as sexual attraction and opportunity reinforced later by "purple flames skip...log." And yet there is a deliberate openness and ambiguity about the whole piece and that makes it so tantalising.
John
If we live long enough and lose many of those we know and love, all we have left are the memories/phantoms in our minds. Early morning when it is still dark, I find pleasure visiting those phantoms, but sometimes I find grief and tears. My mother cried a lot the last few years of her life after her last friend died and she was alone most of the time stranded (her choice) hundreds of miles from what family remained. I wonder: Do some of us chase sorrow when we are older to punish ourselves?
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2008
chambers like he.arts. .. . . but not always so quiet...sometimes reverberating with longing, and you take the simplest of thigns, and amke them dazzling. . .. [i got to start somewhere. . .. .]
mon dieu, i ahve missed your words. ..
nessa
Gene,
I love your purple shades of romantic words. Let's steal away into that attic of your mind. Nicely done, very nicely done!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" aka "NYX, Goddess of Night"
What a beautifully romantic soul you are Gene, every write shows more and more of who and how talented you are. Loved the whole thing but mostly the imaginative ending. Love and hugs, Bonnie
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on November 1, 2008
Oh my,sweet Gene your words are breath taking....you took me to the attic in your mind..sighhhhhhhhh...purple flamesssssssssss...yessssss oh yes....Hugss,much love too you always
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Art Sun...
Exquisite lines and imagery in said lines ... beautiful. Haunting. Eloquent.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
You switch beautifully from anonymity to individual focus once 'the contact' is made and the possibility of "glow of the hearth beckoning" which I see (in my sick mind) as sexual attraction and opportunity reinforced later by "purple flames skip...log." And yet there is a deliberate openness and ambiguity about the whole piece and that makes it so tantalising.
John
mon dieu, i ahve missed your words. ..
nessa
This was very soulful and beautiful!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
your words embrace in purple mist
the lovers feel their soul kist
I answered your question about sacrifice;-)
love,
Eileen
I love your purple shades of romantic words. Let's steal away into that attic of your mind. Nicely done, very nicely done!
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V" aka "NYX, Goddess of Night"