*** STOP PRESS *** Had a quick natter on the blower with Ed Mat this evening and he is currently being discharged!! HALLELUJAH! He's had a rough ride but sounds good and upbeat. He thanks everyone for their stalwart love, prayers, cards, calls and general good wishes. Ed hopes to be back with us soon, but is still very grateful for our ongoing kindness and support as he makes this move back home. GREAT NEWS! KEEP UP THE GOOD PROGRESS, ED! :)) XX
FEEL
You feel them:
surreptitious palms
slithering through your pockets;
sticky fingers thumbing
through the treasures
in your brain;
prying looks prising cracks
in private slatted blinds.
But follow my eyes,
trace paths of my hands,
track high tides of my breathing…
Feel them?
Warm fibrillating filaments
in the feather of your soul?
OOOh, Love this Kate!
TOUCH IS SO IMPORTANT, tactile embracing and sensual feeling...
Such imagery coming to life!
and Ed, WAY TO GO!
Keep the Healing Coming!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Purple_Passions_Pulsing, SHEExooo
you chartered the path to my emotions with great precision and a unique, entertaining approach Kate -- now, over there, just inside my pounding chest,a heart touched by your tenderness and caring -- peace and love my friend -- Jon Michael
HALLELUJAH! Kate sums up the intro to this really excellent poem. For feelings draw deeper than many hearts imagine. The beauty in all things great and small...well done.
I think of the mammoth florescent green moth (I don't know its species) I found once upon my door post. It's antennae (feelers) were exceptionally long and looked exactly like fragile, intricate, feathers. I could image that little creature feeling the changes in temperature, feeling pollen in the air, and even feeling my scrutiny. I have felt the soul of another (my beloved husband) in such a way-- so I relate deeply with this poem. We hate the prying eyes and probing fingers "in our brain" of those who haven't earned their entrance there, but the mental, emotional, and spiritual intimacy you describe as "warm fibrillating filaments in the feather of your soul" is the closest we will ever get to heaven on earth.
You know how to light up our lives with your words, dear Kate! Always a pleasure to read!
Now, about those tumbling fingers...I've got terrible pains in my lower back...and at the right upper back an aggrivating itch...wouldja? Couldja? :o)
Blessings and Love, friend - Micke
Kate,
This is invasion I'd welcome any day...in the gut, down the spine, in the head and in the heart where this poem comes from and where it now resides in another. You know how to conquer.
John
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 11, 2009
Ah, I have quite missed the wordsmith personified which you most certainly are, M'Lady. Good to see and read you again, Kate.
I can feel the hands of time caressing me and enticing me to leave this abode and join them in the sanctuary of God's palace. I should be so fortunate.
Love the metaphors in this delightful poem.
Hugs
George
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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TOUCH IS SO IMPORTANT, tactile embracing and sensual feeling...
Such imagery coming to life!
and Ed, WAY TO GO!
Keep the Healing Coming!
WRITE ON!
Blessings and Peace, Purple_Passions_Pulsing, SHEExooo
Unbelievably, you have the skill to gather in those who read your words. This is a bit of a masterpiece, Kiddo! Keep 'em coming!
that flows from your pen.
Thanks for passing along the good news about Ed.
-gene.
untouchable reality of thoughts and emotions. Nice sounds, too. - David
Lovely poetry, the power of touch is not only healing but very sensual.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
But we can never be sure without our feelings.
You seem to be drawn to the pleasant game of alliterations lately... :)
I especially like those "prying looks prising cracks /in private slatted blinds", quite expressive!
Axilea
Allen
Be always safe,
Karen
Simply splendid!
:)Christine
Newfie Hugs, Rose
in the feather of your soul?
Such a contrast, Kate!!! Very effective. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
In the feather of one's soul.
Marvelous, Kate, as is the news about our Jersey Devil brother.
Georg
Sheila
Now, about those tumbling fingers...I've got terrible pains in my lower back...and at the right upper back an aggrivating itch...wouldja? Couldja? :o)
Blessings and Love, friend - Micke
hugs
fee
This is invasion I'd welcome any day...in the gut, down the spine, in the head and in the heart where this poem comes from and where it now resides in another. You know how to conquer.
John
Love the metaphors in this delightful poem.
Hugs
George
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D *bwaaa haaaa haaaa!*
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.