Reading Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath is certainly an incongruous experience out here, where both living and laughter are easy... Doubtless arriving back in London early on Friday morning will provide a more fitting backdrop! See you soon... :)) K xx
POLAR ATTRACTION
I look for you in labyrinthine days -
wind-tunnel hours of gusting light;
ghosting drips of all-seeing darkness
haunting complexities of sleep.
You search for me in each leathered soul
imprinting every urban street
or within knarled bark
coating rain forest trees.
Still, our faces in time
and limbs of place
remain forever distanced,
always out of sync.
So we have eternally
what we´ve never yet possessed:
the togetherness of not meeting;
union of being perpetually
apart.
Hope you had some mangos for breakfast over there in Latin America.
Man, the food of the gods, Garden of Eden fruit. Yes, the dark heavy pessimistic outlook is hard to keep up in the sunny parts of the world. More parrot in the warm rain than hawk in the rain in venezuela! Good to have you back, amiga!
Yes, but it is an existance. Sometimes because of circumstances, it is all we can do. Attraction is magnetic whether it is in cyber or reality. Hope you brought me back one of those little drink umbrellas in lavender, party girl!
And Crow watched with beady eye. Aye, my fellow Yorkshireman has had quite an influence as has lovely lady...must try to read on a beach sometime. The grey misrable winter that's lasting forever here in good old Blighty will make a stunning backdrop. The influence shows in this stupendously romantic and moving piece Kate. I can feel the longing and yearning. You get a 10 from this teacher dear lady. Go to the top of the class...leave the apple and the rabbit droppings, sorry, raisins on the way out LOl.
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2006
This is absolutely beautiful Kate. I've only read a bit of Plath, but like her work. I enjoy reading you as always.
Elizabeth
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2006
My dear Kate...I can't say anything better than Nordette has, nor will I try. But...to come back to your page at the Den, and find this absolute jewel of a poem (something I can totally relate to lately) was a treat, indeed!
Come visit my "new" page, okay?
Hugs to you.
Okay. I'm weeping again. I've been a weeping woman all this week over the dumbest things, but this poem is not one of those dumb things. It's damned righteous! LOL. Thinking now of Jude's poem "Swapping Fabric," I think only those who don't want genuine intimacy avoid meeting those they claim to love so much "spiritually" or across cyberspace. Meeting the other person means possibly exploring a desire to commit to that person.
If you love the person as a good friend or potential romantic partner, then if it's possible to meet the person, if there are no hindrances like a third party involved, then you do so because nothing replaces looking into that person's eyes to his or her soul, and a hug, whether romantic or platonic, can heal a broken heart sometimes. It's the miracle of human touch. Usually after sharing so much with someone via email or snail mail correspondence and sometimes the phone, we have a reasonably good idea of exactly where the cracks are in that person's heart if no deception's been employed regarding the person's nature.
Furthermore, it's human nature to want to gaze upon those we love in the flesh. But if two must exist and never meet for reasons like war or an insurmountable lack of travel money, dreams and thoughts can build a lasting bridge when the love is deep and strong. That last modifier, when the love is deep and strong, is the deal breaker for most relationships, same household or continents apart. You've written into the marrow for me here, Kate. ~~Nordette
i marvel at the totality of this poem ... satellites hover above a common sphere of reference yet they move in their own elliptic orbit ... left to the natural order of things, their orbits will eventually intervene ...
well, for me this poem sends me straight to the pole I'm already clinging too and alterantively trying to escape its magnetic claim on me. but then that's just where I'm at right now. it's a great capture of the Ted-Sylvia enigmatic relationship and pricks my sadness about a similar experience in my own life. plus, it's got me singing "Satellite"... so, hey, you done a lot here, girlfriend. good write. Dawn
Once there were Pen-Pals and we spent our lives communicating one letter at a time, never meeting or perhaps meeting, but still forming a bond and spawning a love between, sharing in things that might have never been shared with another. Now we have the internet and the ability to have this situation with many. It is easy, though, to believe that someone is more than they really are through this limited relationship; it is also easy to be deceived. The world grows so much smaller as technology advances. I wonder what will be in 20 years more. Nice to read you, Kate, I hope you are having a wonderful time on vacation.
Take care,
Sherry
Today we don't have to meet people to get to know them. Theres poetry and emails where we meet those like ourselves and where we can get opinions from others like oursleves. We may never meet but we learn so very much of others talent and love...their passion and even what foods they like. It's easier but it's also harder because we can't possible meet all the friends we make. We share the solace of their kindness at a distance and, somehow...that's enough.
Your poem reminds me of all my friends and peers and how there is always the possibility we will meet one day and there's also the possibility we won't.
Thank you,
Susan
This is a great write and says a lot about your heart and soul. You seem to find beauty no matter where you go and know just the right words to rescue those images from the sometimes unimaginable. The referral of a union perpetually apart especially resounds as so many relationships on the den and on the net are destined to be that way.
I really enjoyed this poem Sweet Kate. Hurry home safe and sound.
Yummy, a long distance mystery, is it really you hiding behind Plath and Hughes, as Janet suspects-;-) As you would say, "Blimey" methinks I've got it! Send in the clowns;-) Superb write Kate!
Beautifully written as always. Are you writing about internet friends, or is this something much deeper? Searching for something that you just can't grasp? A hole inside of you? I find this write is very mysterious. xxxxooo, Janet
Methinks you're stretchin' things a bit here, lassie.
I get the picture,which you paint with stealth brush storkes,
creating a non-world of non coupling for non lovers, eah?
It is one damn fine piece of imaging. Bon voyage in reverse!
- Bill
I think this can work for some individuals. But they must be on the same page. You caught their relationship well, Kate. Painful when it comes to marriage and a child with Plath's illness thrown in the mix. Enjoy what's left of your lazy days...Lin
Is it asymptotic freedom of love! I like the concept. This has an existential struggle, and a feeling of what poet concluded as "satellite existance". Wonderful work, Kate!
Sometimes a satellite existence is not a bad thing Kate, that way you keep your integrity and sovereignty intact, something to be said for that !
It's time you were home...lols, we missed you in the Den !
Peter
Vacation over, eh? Sorry about that...hope you got the rest you needed.
"...Still, our faces in time
and limbs of place
remain forever distanced,
always out of sync.
So we have eternally
what we've never yet possessed:
the togetherness of not meeting;
union of being perpetually
apart.
A satellite existance."
Wow--you leave me in awe--reminds me of planets on their elliptical orbit, seeing each other, but never shall they meet...deep, powerful writing; love it (and you!). Well done!
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Man, the food of the gods, Garden of Eden fruit. Yes, the dark heavy pessimistic outlook is hard to keep up in the sunny parts of the world. More parrot in the warm rain than hawk in the rain in venezuela! Good to have you back, amiga!
Sage
Elizabeth
Come visit my "new" page, okay?
Hugs to you.
If you love the person as a good friend or potential romantic partner, then if it's possible to meet the person, if there are no hindrances like a third party involved, then you do so because nothing replaces looking into that person's eyes to his or her soul, and a hug, whether romantic or platonic, can heal a broken heart sometimes. It's the miracle of human touch. Usually after sharing so much with someone via email or snail mail correspondence and sometimes the phone, we have a reasonably good idea of exactly where the cracks are in that person's heart if no deception's been employed regarding the person's nature.
Furthermore, it's human nature to want to gaze upon those we love in the flesh. But if two must exist and never meet for reasons like war or an insurmountable lack of travel money, dreams and thoughts can build a lasting bridge when the love is deep and strong. That last modifier, when the love is deep and strong, is the deal breaker for most relationships, same household or continents apart. You've written into the marrow for me here, Kate. ~~Nordette
what we´ve never yet possessed:
the togetherness of not meeting;
union of being perpetually
apart.
This is quite profound, Kate. Have a safe trip home.
Take care,
Sherry
Your poem reminds me of all my friends and peers and how there is always the possibility we will meet one day and there's also the possibility we won't.
Thank you,
Susan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
very beautifully put kate.....very :)
pax A
I really enjoyed this poem Sweet Kate. Hurry home safe and sound.
Felix
eT
I get the picture,which you paint with stealth brush storkes,
creating a non-world of non coupling for non lovers, eah?
It is one damn fine piece of imaging. Bon voyage in reverse!
- Bill
Please forgive me but I do not believe in "satellite existance" except as an illusion we, sometimes, create for ourselves.
Love & Light,
Joseph
D
It's time you were home...lols, we missed you in the Den !
Peter
Vacation over, eh? Sorry about that...hope you got the rest you needed.
"...Still, our faces in time
and limbs of place
remain forever distanced,
always out of sync.
So we have eternally
what we've never yet possessed:
the togetherness of not meeting;
union of being perpetually
apart.
A satellite existance."
Wow--you leave me in awe--reminds me of planets on their elliptical orbit, seeing each other, but never shall they meet...deep, powerful writing; love it (and you!). Well done!
(((HUGS))), love and continued prayer, Karla.