Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
A Small Movement
There is a time when you know
That you have loved
With such depth….that
The effect of that sense,
Its peaks and its lows,
Lovely affections and soft underbelly
Fuses to your bones
Becomes the art of your limbs
It is the meat of you
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Elan Mudrow 
To be there is to know your words. Well done.
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Wow
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very beautiful photo!!bravo!
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Yes, even now I still feel it.
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sooo relatable how artists suffer for art
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Love this! So true. Love consumes us. It’s part of us. When we are in it, we are in, it takes control of every part of us.
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Simply beautiful. I just love your poetry.
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Deeply moving. And perfectly paired with that photo!
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Beautiful picture and words🌺
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I love this.. so much with only a few words
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Thanks so much!
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Wow amazing poem, the photograph compliments it greatly.
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You are a wonderful writer. I read a few of your pieces on here, beautiful imagery. 🙂
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Oh my Yes, you’ve got it so right!
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Even better after it simmers.
I like coming here… a great deal. She says with a big sigh.
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At first I wondered if this was a true poem or just words. Then I thought of a lifetime love of God and could see it. Evocative and provocative. More than “liked,” felt.
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The at of being, not just doing. Love it!
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This takes me to the deep, transcendent place underneath love. Your words are just enough to speak volumes.
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Reblogged this on READ Your First Love Stories Here and commented:
beautifully moving …
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Reblogged this on Go Dog Go Café and commented:
Elan Mudrow
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You never lived, until you’d loved…
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“Lovely affections and soft underbelly, Fuses to your bones”, You’ve somehow knowingly, touched all my senses.
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This is magnificent expression of love. I especially adore the ending.
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“…true sense of belonging”
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just that knowledge has kept me faithful to M’Lady for going on 25 years.
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Wonderful poem – masterful!!
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Lovely photos and poem.
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I have felt that love, and thought it indescribable and ineffable. You’ve named it so beautifully!
Thank you,
Vincent
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Wonderful. I find Love is a challenging, diverse, broad concept to define and I believe you nailed it.
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“It turns deep love over time into an entity as tangible as the shape of one’s own flesh”. A perceptive comment, my friend.
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WOW! I love these lines, Elan: “Fuses to your bones / Becomes the art of your limbs / / It is the meat of you.” It turns deep love over time into an entity as tangible as the shape of one’s own flesh. And the shape of our flesh, whatever shape that might be, is appreciated as art. That final line was like placing the last piece in a well-designed puzzle. 🙂
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Ooh! I love how this rippled in me!
Swoon!
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Touching.
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Brilliant work! I especially liked the half-rhyme of ‘lows’ and ‘bones’; it created a great sense of rhythm. 🙂
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Oh My !
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Just beautiful!
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