Feeling pretty Lazy Daisy this evening after a pretty random day... this is a repost from last year, brought to mind by my own (rambling!) words on me podcast today... K xx
LA PASSION DE LA POESIE
It's not your look,
and not your form;
not your voice -
nor even, sometimes,
your message.
It's just your breath -
the rise and fall of your chest;
the life that simply flows -
in and out;
to and fro;
back and forth;
up and down...
And I would cross
a million miles
to lie unseen
outside your door
and listen to you
breathing.
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Reviewed by charles Thornhill (Reader)
Reviewed on September 23, 2008
This poem is beautiful for all of us who is in love or care a lot about some one very dear to them
awesome! the breath of poetry is alive in this poem ...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 9, 2005
I do cross the miles. And yup would not have it anyother way.
Yeah we can all see this is a lasy daisey. Hope I can do the same on my ones..
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2005
Kate, often times it seems one tends to intertwine ones perception of time and space in order to fulfill the requirements of receiving the glorious gift of “silent passion.” I enjoyed this poetic feast and the subtle gentleness in which one is willing to lie dormant, if for even the slightest glimpse of utopia. Outstanding composition. Thank you for sharing it. Take good care and be well.
Le Passion! The being together. That's right; as Paul Durcan wrote:
You can have sex with anyone, but wih whom can you sleep?
It's this lying together that I cherish.
Good for you, Kate! a memorable rise and fall contour poem.
To hear and feel the breath of the beloved! At times it can seem a dream. Seemingly such a simple thing. But life is in the breath. A beauty, Kate...Lin
This is a fantastic write, Kate. Such intensity of love expressed in your verses. Thank you for the repost, I believe I missed this last time. Now off to listen to your podcast!
Take care,
Sherry
Felix and Karla, you are both such Honies... but this is a journey in time, space and into the je ne sais quoi of poetry per se as much as anything: what IS it that just "does it", somehow? What IS that spark of life? Anyway, reckon I'd be fair worn to a crisp by the time I had wended me way to old Will Shakespeare's door, don't you?! :)) Bless you and thank you; you both do me a great honour. xx
Ah, yes...I remember this one. Loved it then, love it even more now. And now you know how I feel about you and your poetry! :) Keep writing, keep breathing inspiration...your words are refreshing to the soul!
I remember this well Sweet Kate, and I remember wishing wow I wish I could be the lucky guy whos door you would go so far to find. NIce poem and nice Ipod broadcast. Hugs,
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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Yeah we can all see this is a lasy daisey. Hope I can do the same on my ones..
I love this one Kate!
Oh listened to your podcasts
quite excellent and charming.
Love Tinka
You can have sex with anyone, but wih whom can you sleep?
It's this lying together that I cherish.
Good for you, Kate! a memorable rise and fall contour poem.
a million miles
to lie unseen
outside your door
and listen to you
breathing
Kate...wonderful...very very cherubic....pristine write as ever from you...love n luck....BHUWAN!!!
thanks for sharing
TX
Take care,
Sherry
Kate , passion beautifully and intriguing expressed!!
really interesting.
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez
Ah, yes...I remember this one. Loved it then, love it even more now. And now you know how I feel about you and your poetry! :) Keep writing, keep breathing inspiration...your words are refreshing to the soul!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Pops