This is truly amazing. Stripping oneself naked...seeing ourselves...our lives...for what they really are... and letting go. Incredible words of wisdom...a poem to save.
A self analysis of thoughts, Kate...one at times can escape the reality to tey...and I mean try...to find the identity of who one really is, kind of like a question my lovely wife asked of me the other day...
Have you ever gone deep...deep...inside your soul to find and or see who you really are?...
and you know what she left me questioning myself, kind of like your poem, we strip ourselves of completeness and then look deep inside and still at the end of the day and or journey into our souls...there is only one we are accountable to...
This poem feels pleasantly familiar. The very first stanza speaks to me immediately and I love the passing of time - the shadow, the sun, "the bright-lit square" that "turns black"...
Shedding the old skin, n surrounds, searching for the truth of what is needed to dress in.
Hope the new Robing process brings the peace you need, happiness and contentment.
Excellent dear Kate.
HugsZzzzzzzz
Ch'erie
You got my contemplative side on this one. To bare one's soul and let go of all worldly attachments can both be destructive and strengthening. Deep and meaningful write.
Gee Kate, this is written great!! It allows the reader to slip into your mind a tad bit but left to wonder what has your mind been on? Isn't it sad when we get carried away into what I call no-man's land and shut out the world and those around us and really dwell upon our own needs? This is sad & heart rendering for the one standing on the outside looking in & wondering what gives?
My Dear Talented Lady Friend - Thank you for writing the ultimate poem of introspection. It is a marvelous event... one that brings me added intelligence about you and me. This is an outstanding work. Your respondents teach me almost as much as your words. It brought out more "worth keeping" philosophy than any posting so far on AD. As crazy as it seems, I agree with each of your reviewers, and confess that I wish their words had occurred to me first. But, what the hell, I now have them to teach me how to wear new clothes, and how to appreciate the needed uncovering of shortcomings within each of us. You, my lovely lady, are a recognized teacher, and your students love you and your keen work. With the love of the season,
- Bill
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 19, 2007
This one blows me away. Such candid introspection. Stripping ones self naked of all lifes outside attachments that cause all the worlds ills, restlessness, angst, jealousy, leaving this all behind, just being contentto flower in to Gods realm, where nothing of life is required like approval of others holding power by needing theirpraise and placating them. FREEDOM!
I look out into my garden. There's my plumb tree, naked, arms up-stretched to the moon rationalizing her own story. ...She tried to tell him why her fruit was so poor this year-- why her limbs were cut so far back...
I enjoyed this one a lot. Sometimes, you know, a poem will yell at you, as yours did at me. And that's not always a bad thing. It's good to shape-up, get your self in order, and march on.
Great timing on the poem too, as New Years is approaching, and I'll have year's end to answer to. But unlike you, I was paying attention, I just chose to ignore, oh I don't know... So o o many things. --Charlie
disrobing our selves from the realization of who we really are as we shed all of our pretenses and concerns, may be that what we are actually paying attention to is what really matters ... perhaps the perfection of this poem ...
My wonderful daughter looked at me after my dicorce ( I was numb and unable to cope with everything at once0...she said, "The material things can come to own us. You need to let go".
Thatw as cold water to my face. Her synopsis of my depression helped jolt me back to reality and I let go. You write so beautifully "real poetry". I admire your thoughtd and your ability to animate it so freely.
Bless you!
Love,
Susan
Wow, beyond the obvious fact that this poem is pure poetry, and beauitful poetry at that, it speaks to me on so many levels, that the elevator has gone from ground floor to penthouse :)
I admit I had to read the other's reviewers before being confident enough to add my own push of the button,and I did find my thoughts mirrored at certain angles with theirs.
But what I also got from this was the sense of ownership that our possessions can impose on us. They in a sense own us, we do not own them, and that can be a unspoken contract on our souls. We become beholden to our "stuff", when in the long run, we come into this world and leave it as tissue and soul, no more. The material is part of our scope, but not our DNA.
Or a poem of question...........
And then another aspect I see here, the moon and sun, side by side rarely together in view, yet part of the same blessed heaven, a cycle, and a constant.......yes a constant. And when things are constant.........consistant........ever.... we tend to ignore the purity of their function and the miracle of their being.......as we can ignore our ownselves, and divinity.
lolol who knows maybe I am off in space myself lol
anyway this made me think, and I have had a day of making paper plate snowmen and pine cone christmas ornaments with 6 yr olds, so I am glittered out and full of glue..........
That truly bares it all. One must never paint themself into a corner. Always start at the far corner and work towards the door. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Well that sure is one way to get me to review your work before anyone elses...lol, sorry couldn't help myself. Now seriously this is a great reflection on your life and those of the people who are gathered around you. To think of our emotional selves stripped bare and vunerable is not an easy think to contemplate...way out on a limb of trust for sure. Lots to think on and contemplate in this one my dear Sweet Kate...excellant.
hugs
Fee
Reviewed by blue soplain (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2007
self.cleaning. . .
i love the double intendres in this. .. just a darkly lit piece, a blackish brackish mirror that can sometimes distort . .. .
its a clear and strong voice youve yawped. ..
i find your desire beautiful; the need to be, just BE the truth of who you were meant in this. . . .a daring and bold beautiful breaking thing; i admire this write, and yours trength to render it. ..
captivatingly done
ness
This poem looks into the innards of the writers soul with piercing lucid eyes. That mirror that all seekers must gaze intently into to understand self and how self affects those around. It is a burden/privilege all seeking artists, and writers, must bravely endure.
I have found much about my own character, and heart, looking into that mirror objectively and prayerfully. Too often what I see does not represent, to others, the mental image I have of myself. Have I deluded myself? Do I labor under false pretenses? There are myriad questions that arise when a person soul searches about purpose and meaning, and the constant struggle with ego.
I believe that you will always grow KB, because you have chosen humility as the vehicle that you create in. Superbly and honestly written. You, my dear British friend, have inspired me.
I salute you!
Richard
Kate! I'm always putting thoughts of giving an account of myself on the back burner. You had to bring it up front didn't you;-)
Exceptional poem,as you do so well!
Kate -i love this! a truly brilliant poem, like you - the last stanza is very thoughtful and clever (p.s i have enrolled in comment classes for beginners at the local technical college, for now i can only apologise if they are sometimes simply awful:( Nicky :) xx
There is a sadness to these lines, Kate...are you okay? Powerfully imaged and penned; well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2007
Wonderful self-examination Kate . . . I read the lines, which are powerful, each and every one of them, I see a cleansing . . . Nay a confessional as you, yourself say, to the only one who dares ask the "Why" question . . . I have been there in that dark, empty room awaiting my own fate . . . It is both stupendous and frightening . . .
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Have you ever gone deep...deep...inside your soul to find and or see who you really are?...
and you know what she left me questioning myself, kind of like your poem, we strip ourselves of completeness and then look deep inside and still at the end of the day and or journey into our souls...there is only one we are accountable to...
Nice work Kate, got me thinking with this one...
Art Sun...
Lovely and intense.
Axilea
Hope the new Robing process brings the peace you need, happiness and contentment.
Excellent dear Kate.
HugsZzzzzzzz
Ch'erie
Be well,
Sheri
Love Tinka
I absolutely love that 2nd stanza! That's naked emotion in its finest moment.
When the moonlight comes
And then goes in recession,
It demands no thing of us,
Least of all, confession.
~Joseph
May this Season of Light bless your heart,
Joseph*
Christine
I havent been paying attention....Most times it is that simple.
Merry Christmas,
Walt
My Dear Talented Lady Friend - Thank you for writing the ultimate poem of introspection. It is a marvelous event... one that brings me added intelligence about you and me. This is an outstanding work. Your respondents teach me almost as much as your words. It brought out more "worth keeping" philosophy than any posting so far on AD. As crazy as it seems, I agree with each of your reviewers, and confess that I wish their words had occurred to me first. But, what the hell, I now have them to teach me how to wear new clothes, and how to appreciate the needed uncovering of shortcomings within each of us. You, my lovely lady, are a recognized teacher, and your students love you and your keen work. With the love of the season,
- Bill
I enjoyed this one a lot. Sometimes, you know, a poem will yell at you, as yours did at me. And that's not always a bad thing. It's good to shape-up, get your self in order, and march on.
Great timing on the poem too, as New Years is approaching, and I'll have year's end to answer to. But unlike you, I was paying attention, I just chose to ignore, oh I don't know... So o o many things. --Charlie
Be safe,
Karen
Thatw as cold water to my face. Her synopsis of my depression helped jolt me back to reality and I let go. You write so beautifully "real poetry". I admire your thoughtd and your ability to animate it so freely.
Bless you!
Love,
Susan
I admit I had to read the other's reviewers before being confident enough to add my own push of the button,and I did find my thoughts mirrored at certain angles with theirs.
But what I also got from this was the sense of ownership that our possessions can impose on us. They in a sense own us, we do not own them, and that can be a unspoken contract on our souls. We become beholden to our "stuff", when in the long run, we come into this world and leave it as tissue and soul, no more. The material is part of our scope, but not our DNA.
Or a poem of question...........
And then another aspect I see here, the moon and sun, side by side rarely together in view, yet part of the same blessed heaven, a cycle, and a constant.......yes a constant. And when things are constant.........consistant........ever.... we tend to ignore the purity of their function and the miracle of their being.......as we can ignore our ownselves, and divinity.
lolol who knows maybe I am off in space myself lol
anyway this made me think, and I have had a day of making paper plate snowmen and pine cone christmas ornaments with 6 yr olds, so I am glittered out and full of glue..........
ps.........what stable?????
pax A
That truly bares it all. One must never paint themself into a corner. Always start at the far corner and work towards the door. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
hugs
Fee
i love the double intendres in this. .. just a darkly lit piece, a blackish brackish mirror that can sometimes distort . .. .
its a clear and strong voice youve yawped. ..
i find your desire beautiful; the need to be, just BE the truth of who you were meant in this. . . .a daring and bold beautiful breaking thing; i admire this write, and yours trength to render it. ..
captivatingly done
ness
This poem looks into the innards of the writers soul with piercing lucid eyes. That mirror that all seekers must gaze intently into to understand self and how self affects those around. It is a burden/privilege all seeking artists, and writers, must bravely endure.
I have found much about my own character, and heart, looking into that mirror objectively and prayerfully. Too often what I see does not represent, to others, the mental image I have of myself. Have I deluded myself? Do I labor under false pretenses? There are myriad questions that arise when a person soul searches about purpose and meaning, and the constant struggle with ego.
I believe that you will always grow KB, because you have chosen humility as the vehicle that you create in. Superbly and honestly written. You, my dear British friend, have inspired me.
I salute you!
Richard
Exceptional poem,as you do so well!
Love,
ET
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(
I'm okay, just can't post til my membership kicks back in. Just waiting for it to happen; very frustrating not being able to post! :(
always,
randy
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Places like Mauritius are wonderful places to do just that.