Have been totally absorbed this week in a poetry translation course, working on Hebrew texts... my brain hurts! This is a hommage, working on combining the ideas of Sappho with lines taken from Amir Or's "Poem" - which debate the nature of life, love and beauty. Hope to be back properly soon... :)) K xx
LIFE IS YOU
Dusk was that time when
she could lose her reality –
its boundaries becoming blurred –
and see again his face in her mirror:
the face that she knew was hers.
“Leave it”, she heard this lover say,
“forget all this and come away.”
She had the “beauty” most men wanted -
the house, the job, the fight –
but her own life was small,
trapped behind glass with his face
in the mirror at night.
Tired at last of her world, her stage
she walked out into the morning light:
hours of darkness had given her sight -
touching love and not an image.
OH sweet Kate a wonderful poem of love and longing and the object of that image in the mirror was lucky to have known and loved so great a lady. Well done and a great capture and presentation of your topic.
but her own life was small,
trapped behind glass with his face
in the mirror at night.
another wonderful poem, Kate. you've got a way of writing lines that reach out and pull you back into the experience of the poem's subject fully and completely, and often all at once, which makes it all the more effective. here, when I read, "she walked into the morning light" I know you have taken me from the earlier lines to this act of walking so that I, too, might touch love and not an image. thank you for sharing that gift in such an extraordinary way. Dawn
love is the crucial element illuminating the darkness ... it is the driving force that compells us to been seen for what we are and not the image we project ... excellent poem, Kate ...
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2005
Mirrors have been used in so many ways that people have lost count of them, no doubt. But you have done this 'view' to absolute perfection here, Kate!
This is my last day at the Den. Publishing is taking more and more of my time, and I found I was spending too much of that needed time in just reading and posting.
I will, however, visit from time to time and comment...especially on your wonderful poems.
Hugs, anna
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on June 25, 2005
ooooo... I love the rhyme scheme, Kate, me little duck... subtle, seemingly tossed in but it's just where it belongs... no regimenting for you, no "do it this way" for you, dear poet.
There is universal angst in this, yet the writing allows us to observe, rather than turn inward, seeing our own connection to this... very clever. The fact that we have a twinge of recognition serves to let the reader "own" these verses. My god, woman, you have a knack for telling we humans about ourselves. I toast your gifts, dear Kate. katy xox
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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funny I feel this one deeply
Felix
I am in awe of your talent. The way you reach the soul with the power and imagery of your pen amazes me--stunning write. Thank you!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
trapped behind glass with his face
in the mirror at night.
another wonderful poem, Kate. you've got a way of writing lines that reach out and pull you back into the experience of the poem's subject fully and completely, and often all at once, which makes it all the more effective. here, when I read, "she walked into the morning light" I know you have taken me from the earlier lines to this act of walking so that I, too, might touch love and not an image. thank you for sharing that gift in such an extraordinary way. Dawn
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in america, karen lynn in texas. :D
This is my last day at the Den. Publishing is taking more and more of my time, and I found I was spending too much of that needed time in just reading and posting.
I will, however, visit from time to time and comment...especially on your wonderful poems.
Hugs, anna
There is universal angst in this, yet the writing allows us to observe, rather than turn inward, seeing our own connection to this... very clever. The fact that we have a twinge of recognition serves to let the reader "own" these verses. My god, woman, you have a knack for telling we humans about ourselves. I toast your gifts, dear Kate. katy xox
Made me think of Ms Munroe.
PS you added this the same time as mine. Bloody typical.
Well off too catch a plane, and pack..Seya..