i had to sit with this and re-read then let it absorb my mind...it fascinates me and touches that delicate heart space imploding and exploding as i breathe and think of the flame of love...
A later-comer to this one. And, since you've been praised, complimented, hailed, saluted and all them there well used words,
I say only, "Outstanding!" A pleased, - Bill
"...and especially in that lonely place
with damp and mouldering walls."
...and it seems this is the place, unfortunately, creates the stirs among us to go...there!
Excellent write!
Hope you had a blessed holiday! I am refreshed and glad to be back!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Kate - one day i might be able to write a poem as wonderful as this *plods on better for having read Just...there*...last three stanza are soooper! Nicky x:o)
Oh, "as SURELY as it consumes!" YOU never cease to amaze me with your subtle wafts of allusion embedded deeply within the confines of a seemingly simple poem - and THAT is what poetry and writing are all about! Kate, I can always 'drink' your words. Happy Easter. -- Jeff
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on April 8, 2007
To daily strive to raise the length and depth to further the boundaries of Spirit is a deep worship I loved this one Kate was so spiritual for me.. Blessings this Easter Day!
"THERE" is the BEST place to be dear Sweet Kate!
I love this gem!
At first I thought you were having a home built
till I read on...
Love will consume and what a fullness!
Enjoy! YOur Easter Blessings Kate
Wish you the BEST and your family~
WArmly,WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
the last stanza says it all Kate. But as is the way
we surely can't find it in one particular place,
but the flame of light is burning and we are
"Just... There"
Life ebbs and flows and so much seems to just be there. Perhaps that is our bottom line (not a body jab, Kate)from which all else forms its value. Women are multi-taskers which makes the doledrum activities easier to bear since we are onto the next without giving much thought to the auto-pilot activities that we must accomplish. Taking out the garbage, we glance upon the perfect face of a panzy and realize that miracles and beauty grace our lives. Wonderful writing, Kate!
Take care,
Sherry
I agree with the others! this reminded me of when I had just finished vacuuming and was going to take a break.as I walked to the
chair I saw a spot on the carpet and bent to pick it up it was a sunbeam;-)Your poem gave light to what is just there, but not always easy to define. Superb poem Kate!
Soul and heart in play in unison in this write that opens the readers minds to what the author sees in her world. Sweet Kate I can see the confusion and yet a longing for love as burning as he ring of fire Johnie Cash once sang about. Beautiful work Sweet Kate.
hugs and happy Easter,
Fee
Introspection and curiosity creating distinctive unanimity within desires parameters. The heart of a seeker permeates these lines.
the trompe de l’oeil announcing:
“THIS is what it means
to be alive”
this line made me itch!
Certainly this ever-evolving illusion of three-dimensionality could trick the eye and senses into believing that windows are actually portals to progress through. Perhaps windows are a deception. A room with a view comes to mind; a whitewashed cubicle on the outside and doorless on the inside. The occupant trapped in a self-made utopian illusion.
Perhaps an ode to love accompanied with a balalaika, performed with the crashing waves of possibility, would render momentary awareness to the melding of spiritual and corporeal expressions.
Wouldn't it be funny KB if human love and the expressions of such were nothing more than just programmable software.
It is the consistent reality that at times finds us going through the motions of life and yet there also is where we find the reasons and the thoughts of life....even
...right in the middle of the carpet...
the fire and flame of love is not extinguishable...
nice write.....Art Sun...
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 6, 2007
Sometimes we just gotta leap out of our confined areas, right out of the cosy zone...
the flame of love which illuminates
as surely as it consumes. <----Kinda like the burning bush, and another text that illudes this boy of tiny brain, this late at night...
A few levels to this poem, I'm always amazed at how many great, intelligent and thought provoking brains there are on this site, from diffo paradigms across the western world in the main...
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I say only, "Outstanding!" A pleased, - Bill
with damp and mouldering walls."
...and it seems this is the place, unfortunately, creates the stirs among us to go...there!
Excellent write!
Hope you had a blessed holiday! I am refreshed and glad to be back!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
May the flame glow bright for many more years, and may London never run out of Shephard's Pie.
Hank
A Yankee and author of "A Spoonful of Humor."
XX Josie
I love this gem!
At first I thought you were having a home built
till I read on...
Love will consume and what a fullness!
Enjoy! YOur Easter Blessings Kate
Wish you the BEST and your family~
WArmly,WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
we surely can't find it in one particular place,
but the flame of light is burning and we are
"Just... There"
Take care,
Sherry
Blessings and Happy Easter,
Joyce Bowling
as surely as it consumes." Excellent conclusion.
Carmen :-)
Happy Easter Kate!!
Love Tinka
Be safe,
Karen
chair I saw a spot on the carpet and bent to pick it up it was a sunbeam;-)Your poem gave light to what is just there, but not always easy to define. Superb poem Kate!
Have a Blessed and Happy Easter!
Love,
Eileen
That trompe de l’oeil , is a heart light, at least to me, I find it symbolically there
pax A
This is beautiful poetry; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
hugs and happy Easter,
Fee
the trompe de l’oeil announcing:
“THIS is what it means
to be alive”
this line made me itch!
Certainly this ever-evolving illusion of three-dimensionality could trick the eye and senses into believing that windows are actually portals to progress through. Perhaps windows are a deception. A room with a view comes to mind; a whitewashed cubicle on the outside and doorless on the inside. The occupant trapped in a self-made utopian illusion.
Perhaps an ode to love accompanied with a balalaika, performed with the crashing waves of possibility, would render momentary awareness to the melding of spiritual and corporeal expressions.
Wouldn't it be funny KB if human love and the expressions of such were nothing more than just programmable software.
Light and Wisdom ...
Love the poem and the thoughts behind it.
Elizabeth
...right in the middle of the carpet...
the fire and flame of love is not extinguishable...
nice write.....Art Sun...
the flame of love which illuminates
as surely as it consumes. <----Kinda like the burning bush, and another text that illudes this boy of tiny brain, this late at night...
A few levels to this poem, I'm always amazed at how many great, intelligent and thought provoking brains there are on this site, from diffo paradigms across the western world in the main...
Breakout Burnside, kewl write..