Ummm, insightful picture of what waits within the inwards....The beginning knowledge set forth of psychic deep that waits for our growth, intuition growing, "a secret womb sealed by sleep-kissed eyelids." Great imagery,great simile so subtle it is hardly noticed..........Jerry
Kate, I like every line of this poem. I like its sparkling brevity too.
It all feels right: the water element, the soulful place, the silence, the secret separateness and, of course, the light.
This poem is so speculative, Kate and of course, that is exactly what poetry should be. For me, it is stepping out of the darkness and into the light, Kind of like Dorothy stepping out of the black and white world and into a Technicolor Munchkin Land. Beautiful poetry!
Take care,
Sherry
I might-could use this, Kate. It's a good bridge from my "Mind Belly Limbs" to insight. I'll post my oldie so you can see what I mean.
I love the continuity herein--the gentle, soft sounds of l-m-n trees (such a lovely mouthful, mmmmm!)- and that beautiful image of a concealed chamber is delicious too.
Ah, light breaks where no sun shines, to quote Dylan Thomas. We can read this poem in a number of ways, most obvious being the foetus in the womb,
or even little tadpoles in the village pond .... well, that's stretching it maybe, though the word spawning does suggest that gelatinous race of little swimmers. Keep shining forth with you illuminations, dear kate!
Interesting train of thoughts, stitching imagery into one soul is what this poem does to me! You have perfected the subtle art of balancing thematic and anti-thematic tension. A great job.
You have woven your words to delve into the depths of perception. I can almost feel mine through your words. You are an amazing writer, such unique train of thought to write about.
Sometimes a simple subject can reap such amazing works. I enjoy your poetry, it is at a unique level of intelligence and depth of perception!
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
This spoke to me on a spiritual note... It spoke to me of the light within each of us, that although at times it may be dim, it is still there...a warm and silent refuge, but also one that when fed and used for light gives new insight and fresh sight to all around it...
Kate,
Not everyone is as gifted as you with such a treasure nor can they delve and dig out the wondrous nuggets. This is without doubt excellent in thought and delivery.
to the epicenter of luminary creativity you have led me by the hand -- the light that is to be, is birthed from within the confines of that mystical place -- oh, it is not solitary, for it exists within the capabilities of each of us -- we, humanity, the twits of the universe -- and every now and then, a gem is released that serves the whole humanity with a good and decent message of good will -- blessed be those breeding grounds of luminaries -- yes my dear Kate, you've done this thing admirably -- it is the good stuff as I like to term it -- peace and love to you -- Jon Michael
mmmm...love this...it reminded me: I crafted luminaries last Christmastime for my friends using a rice paper inner liner and fabulous green fibered outer paper, which I hand carved with tree designs....literally assembled from the inside out...your closing was near to the intent I infused them with :)
that essence that only tides and time develope~()~seemingly impossible to stay undetected forever~()~threading of the senses is timeless~()~and so it goes~()~ _)*~*(_ Ted
This reminded me of twins. =] Or two lovers so close they know each other's thoughts. Beautifully written, dare I say it? Yes. Illuminating! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 5, 2009
. . . and we can only hope for that fresh sight, the old sight is getting . . . well . . . old . . . I love coming here, it's like Forest Gump said and I will paraphrase, "Going to Kate's site is like opening a box of poems, you never know what you are going to get." If Forest knew Kate he would have certainly said that.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
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It all feels right: the water element, the soulful place, the silence, the secret separateness and, of course, the light.
Axilea
YUM! xOx 'Pea' xOx
threads of intuition
stitching them soul to soul,
and the concluding lines,
an undetected breeding ground
spawning fresh sight.
- David
Love,
Christine
Take care,
Sherry
I love the continuity herein--the gentle, soft sounds of l-m-n trees (such a lovely mouthful, mmmmm!)- and that beautiful image of a concealed chamber is delicious too.
This poem is dessert. :) --Charlie
or even little tadpoles in the village pond .... well, that's stretching it maybe, though the word spawning does suggest that gelatinous race of little swimmers. Keep shining forth with you illuminations, dear kate!
hugs
Pops
spawning fresh sight."
Great lines. This can be read so many different ways, I Love it.
Sometimes a simple subject can reap such amazing works. I enjoy your poetry, it is at a unique level of intelligence and depth of perception!
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Georg
An enlightening read...
Cryssa :~)
Not everyone is as gifted as you with such a treasure nor can they delve and dig out the wondrous nuggets. This is without doubt excellent in thought and delivery.
John
Regis
chamber, warm and silent refuge...." -gene.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
This reminded me of twins. =] Or two lovers so close they know each other's thoughts. Beautifully written, dare I say it? Yes. Illuminating! Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.