Doubtless, things are going on in the heavenlies right now... K xx
THOUGHTS WHILE FALLING
Just the membrane of a dream
separates; not time or distance
but only translucent shadows turning,
falling leaf-like through the mind.
We have seen heavens opened,
been baptised in oceans of sky
and branded by the burning finger of god.
Our twin lights merge, are intensified.
Now, blown into tempest’s shoaling,
melted and dripping in metal and flame
fluid faith’s mirror-skin erupts,
pierced by shards like spit from stars
burning in deep space.
All is slippery, wet
with smoke-filled darkness
as sons are born into heavier water.
Not arf! I'm with Turnips on this lol. It seems your fever spawned a poetic bomb blast of brilliance, I especially like the intensity of the third stanza...outstanding Mizz MP...when's the party?
Paul;-)
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on August 28, 2006
Brilliant!!
I adore this one..
love your poetry Kate..stupendous!
I have to agree that there is something in the air at the moment, some kind of vise-grip pressure that is changing our world. Powerful and thought provoking this poem is nothing short of excellent, Kate. I love this line:
"pierced by shards like spit from stars" What an amazing visual.
Take care,
Sherry
ah, Kryptic Kate ... seems the heavier water of life flows into focus as the as the flaming hand of creation merges the light of duality into the oneness of deep space ... in other words, i like!
I love the way you blend colour and light in this rousing and thought provoking write. Sweet Kate this has so much more to say and so much I am not certain about but I will save and reread as the urge to look deeper into your soul strikes. Great job Sweet Kate.
In depth of dreams the soul sinks and flails. The mystery is betwixt the falling and the rejuevenation of spirit.
I like a deeper vision with the more brilliant poets... as yourself.
Susan
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2006
Kate this is awesome and beautifuly written!! Hats off to the poetess!!
Love & Light, Dove
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2006
Makes me think of today' plane crash or man in space, well-written indeed.
But you is spot on, Turner... I wrote this two weeks' ago and decided to let it hang... I've been re-reading it myself and wondering what folks would get out of it. I LIKE the hybrid-take you have.... If I tell you I wrote it during fever on the day that the fresh air-bombings were rumbled, that would just spoil the mystery... K xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on August 27, 2006
Maybe cos it's late, been reading this for the last quater of an hour.
The only way to be branded, a bit like a cross between Sexton and Dante, with a sprinkling of Lewis..
Maybe in eight hours I'll think.."ooo why did I say that?"
Yet the symbolisim is great. Worse thing about being the first to read it, I feel clueless..
Facilitates the journey of winners and losers, as in the first Psalm, "the blessed man is like a tree planted by the rivers of water, bringing forth fruit every season. Its leaf never withers and everything he touches seems to prosper."
Negative thinker cynics are swift to brand persons as "phonies." Negative-thinking cynics have an enormous inclination to suspect the authenticity of what appears to be good and honest. If one keeps enthusiasm with positive thoughts, they will be amazed at the alchemy of melted steel transformation, cast solid to the core thoughts while falling, following this, you live on the bayou, the bayou connects to the stream, the stream is connected to the river, the river flows to the gulf, the gulf flows into the ocean, the ocean touches the shores of the countries of the world, you can go anywhere from where you are, Kate...
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Paul;-)
I adore this one..
love your poetry Kate..stupendous!
vesna:)
(((HUGS))), Karla.
:)
second.......the ending of the poem........was Son not sun, supposed to be symbolic..........
the body of the poem
picturesque and methphysical........a soul mate declaration.......yet earthy.........intense and poetic....
pax A
Well done!!
Love Tinka
"pierced by shards like spit from stars" What an amazing visual.
Take care,
Sherry
been baptised in oceans of sky
and branded by the burning finger of god.
Another fascinating poem, Kate - and I truly believe that much is going on in the heavenlies right now.
Love Ch'erie
Fee
I like a deeper vision with the more brilliant poets... as yourself.
Susan
Love & Light, Dove
The only way to be branded, a bit like a cross between Sexton and Dante, with a sprinkling of Lewis..
Maybe in eight hours I'll think.."ooo why did I say that?"
Yet the symbolisim is great. Worse thing about being the first to read it, I feel clueless..
Your imagery and phrasing is brilliant! Your closing stanza
lingers in the mind and ear of your reader!
Negative thinker cynics are swift to brand persons as "phonies." Negative-thinking cynics have an enormous inclination to suspect the authenticity of what appears to be good and honest. If one keeps enthusiasm with positive thoughts, they will be amazed at the alchemy of melted steel transformation, cast solid to the core thoughts while falling, following this, you live on the bayou, the bayou connects to the stream, the stream is connected to the river, the river flows to the gulf, the gulf flows into the ocean, the ocean touches the shores of the countries of the world, you can go anywhere from where you are, Kate...
Sage
Regis
There is a lot going on between the lines of this deeply spiritual write, that is top heavy with symbolism and allegory..
What a brilliant, incisive and faith filled mind you have
Thoroughly enjoyed the metaphysical ramifications and implications of this enigmatic and paradox of a write..
Peter