I do so enjoy reading your words, especially these lines:
“Inside a vibration, not only inside me
But a tremor that runs through all our fault lines
So, when my ear picked up your tune
In steps, you read only my face
In passing, down the hard streets.
As if maddened, a fear
In eyes transformed…into
A Stranger, a wanderer, a person
A purpose, walking towards me
That is when the weather….
For wind has a sound all its own
Took my singing away.”
You can flat out write, there’s no debating it. It’s in your veins and the fact that you give us just a bit of it regularly, is amazing. So, thank you.
Elan, what an exquisite song you write! ‘eyes of glitter, specks of false gold’ reaches right through and connects – well, this entire poem connects. wonderfully moving. cheers, Debi
Wonderful.
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I felt I took that walk with you, wonderful imagery and words for reflection
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This poem brings music alive (reincarnates it even).
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Beautiful words!
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Wow. Incredible. Beautiful. Blown away.
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Wow – absolutely love this !
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Deep expressions reflecting your gift and heat. Enjoyed reading and traveling with your thoughts.
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Beautiful. I hear the sounds of music of your poetry.
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Very impressive. Intuitive, and true. Thank you.
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Fine poem! I read, this is how a poem gets written.
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Thanks so much!
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Awww …This has cheered me up….Who needs a Paint brush when Pictures can leap out of Words… What a Beauty!
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Brilliant, just plain brilliant!
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Wow, incredible!
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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I am flattered by your comment and enjoy hearing from you.
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I do so enjoy reading your words, especially these lines:
“Inside a vibration, not only inside me
But a tremor that runs through all our fault lines
So, when my ear picked up your tune
In steps, you read only my face
In passing, down the hard streets.
As if maddened, a fear
In eyes transformed…into
A Stranger, a wanderer, a person
A purpose, walking towards me
That is when the weather….
For wind has a sound all its own
Took my singing away.”
You can flat out write, there’s no debating it. It’s in your veins and the fact that you give us just a bit of it regularly, is amazing. So, thank you.
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I especially like the last two lines too.
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Thanks.
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Love this — just re-blogged
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Thanks so much!
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Such a powerful poem, so beautiful in its melancholy.
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Elan, what an exquisite song you write! ‘eyes of glitter, specks of false gold’ reaches right through and connects – well, this entire poem connects. wonderfully moving. cheers, Debi
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What a beautiful Journey you take us on here, very powerful words.
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so many words in this creating thoughts to shape. this is lovely.
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Those last two line are powerful. everyone needs to listen, not only to what they say, but to how the spoken word sounds….
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amazingly beautiful
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Love the imagery! Excellent!
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One word – WOW!
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