I struggle to tie the strands of my being
into a fixed Reef:
a knot that will hold the coracle of my life
fast
to a semblance of stability;
to safe harbour walls;
to a physical terra firma;
to the Rock and Shelter of my soul...
But my ropes are oiled:
A triple twine of sense, sensuality and spirit
slithers, slides and slips through my fingers,
loosening my grasp on a material world.
* * * * *
This cord cannot tether me
when the flax is greased
by the oils that stream from
my own soul's Essential Essence.
Security for me must be to slip anchor,
cast adrift;
putting my trust instead
in the safety of deep waters.
don't have the words... but something about this one just blows me away, Kate. i've got to save it and reread it again, but needless to say, your writing is sensational here. Dawn
awesome! security in deep waters is what keeps us afloat ... excellent imagery ... really like "essential essence" and
But my ropes are oiled:
A triple twine of sense, sensuality and spirit
slithers, slides and slips through my fingers,
loosening my grasp on a material world
GAD i love the way you write--you don't just write poetry, you immerse the reader wholly and fully into your vision--i applaud your brilliance, your creativity and your mind...share some of that with me, would you?? seriously--this is AWESOME--BRAVA!
Articulate, imaginative and powerful. We try to control our own destiny, but it's never up to us anyway. The way you expressed letting go in the last stanza, gave me an enormous feeling of relief.
There is so much strength in this poem, Kate. Your sense of direction never falters. Your use of images to express emotions is excellent.
Take care,
Sherry
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on November 19, 2004
Kate, I must echo Master Poet Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU sentiments, and add this, my friend. You continue to encourage and inspire the masses with your uncanny ability to create timeless treasures. Thank you for enlightening the pages of history. Take good care and be well.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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But my ropes are oiled:
A triple twine of sense, sensuality and spirit
slithers, slides and slips through my fingers,
loosening my grasp on a material world
profoundly insightful and moving poem!
Jack
blessin's, this is beautiful,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Word usage is brilliant!
Love the alliteration in it, too.
A great piece of work.
GAD i love the way you write--you don't just write poetry, you immerse the reader wholly and fully into your vision--i applaud your brilliance, your creativity and your mind...share some of that with me, would you?? seriously--this is AWESOME--BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)
trust in YOURself.......
its the best way......no matter the environment.........pax A
Take care,
Sherry
Healthy Blissful Day, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU