She tells me she stands in the shadows
She likes the edges of crowd.
I hear her in her silences
talk to me.
She is
loud.
Artists
picture her,
stretch the limits
we use to describe her beauty.
She tells me, “Did you notice my nose.”
“It is too big.” I know its is perfect. But,
she is like everyone, always noticing how
she isn’t perfect and then telling me how perfect
I am.
She is
a wave hitting my beaches, rushing up my shores.
becoming transparent, thinning, disappearing into me.
The strength of the waters runs in her, steady, relentless.
wearing courses through me, feeding all the life
in my soul. How she is drawn to the noisy
sensual soul that I am, I will never know.
But,
she is.
I will enjoy
the heat of the sun
for as long as it flows.
10:05
12/28/06
Alexandria, VA
to Lane
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The heat of the sun lasts a very long time, but love will outshine it when it is real. I was thinking about feminine beauty -- and our self expectations as I read this.
What you see in her really is beautiful! The feeling of being chrished regardless of imperfections is an immeasurable treasure. Falling short in another's eyes is devasting if love and acceptance is tied up in the estimation. It is a hurtful lesson in what love is not.
I love the way you describe the impact of her beauty: light, translucent vibrancy, and strength, in waves. Turquoise! ~ Karen
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"She is a wave hitting my beaches, rushing up my shores. becoming transparent, thinning, disappearing into me. The strength of the waters runs in her, steady, relentless." Sighhh...Beautifully & tenderly described, Tom...Wonderful images of the sea's intensity used within these lines, my Friend...I also sometimes rely on the crashing waves as a descriptive source of power, of the sensual pull we all feel...I can see Lane was most pleased, as well she should be...This is a quite flattering penning...Well done, Poet...from another one that stands in the shadows, on the edges of a crowd...although not necessarily because I like to...oftentimes, it's a more profound sense of security...
Wanda
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You are a welcome light
She lives on a island and loves the beach. I write a reflection of what I see and hope that it captures enough to touch everyone who reads it. With this one it seems I have succeeded. The ocean's strength was a perfect symbol for her. I was lucky that I found a way to say it that sullied neither her nor the ocean. Your friend always, Tom B.
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Gorgeous!
So breathtaking and gorgeous.....the most perfect thing I've ever read....loved it! Keep the ink flowing...smiles, Terry -
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I am humbled by the praise.
I'm just another AP poet, trying to refine his craft. Not published, but out looking. To have you say it is the most perfect thing you have ever read. I will take this as joyous hyperbole. Now the smiles, they make sense to me. Love should aways make us smile. We should spread the joy. Love, Tom B.
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a wave hitting my beaches, rushing up my shores.
becoming transparent, thinning, disappearing into me.
those lines re-start the HER that you wrote the first stanza about so perfectly...standing at the edge of crowds seemingly unaffected, but affecting you. Like the small wave un-noticed on beaches------yet joining many other small ones and becoming that rush of a wave engulfing you completely. A totality of love and union, a passion so tender disolving into pulses of you and becoming transparent as ONE. You do indeed pen words that go so much deeper than a dictionary would have you believe. Of caahze cheri, it was zee title that drew me to reading zeez one.
insouciant----sans soucis indeed
much love,
xoxoxoxoxo
reenie
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Carefree, Innocent.
There is so much more that goes with that. When we age, we capture moments, the openess of salty air, the sudden swell of pine off the mountains. These moments make us re-experience our innocence, or at least provide us the opportunity. When we fall in love regardless of our age, in fact, we are more deeply affected when we become older, this innocence, the sense of carefree wonder, is born all over again. (My god what an ungainly sentence)
I am astounded that people feel my simple words run so deep. They only reflect the depths they speak to. I am thankful that I can point people so clearly in the right direction. I used the wave up the beach front to catch the sense of tides, the changless and the constantly changing, the falling into each other and alot more that I sense or feel and can't find any other way of saying.
That you caught and felt so much from this poem is a gift in itself. It gives resonance to the words and says they are clear where the path to love lies.
Love Tom B.
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I am unsure if this is the one I am supposed to read or not, but read it I did, and I am so glad to have done so.
I loved this for many reasons, the first of which being the wording you chose.. Much of this could be made general so that many who read it could relate to it on a personal level. But then you have little touches and details that make it personal and unique to only you and this girl...
Which translates and relates to sexual encounters or love encounters, each have the same general basis, obviously, and yet each love and lifetime shared are unique to only two people, who are one whole.
Which brings me to the second reason I enjoyed this, I loved the subtelty of the lines 'she is'.... She is and was the wave that crashes upon the rocks and beaches and conforms to fit exactly to your shape, and yet as she washes away she takes also your form, eroding the rock, into more sand... Ah, its a beautiful metaphor of the natural position and beauty of love...
You are so brilliant, I wonder how do you do it? -sigh
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This is the one.
Really. I played with the universal, for all love is the same in a sense -- the interpersonal, for is it not just for us and no one else. I like how you picked up on the beach metaphor. That one took me a moment or two to capture. It was an image i had worked with in other poems. Your sensitivity and insight are astounding and make you a very special person.
My brilliance? Really? Come now. I am just learing to accept that I am probably getting to be considered a good poet. People throwing around words like unique, genius and you, now , using brilliance -- this may go to my head and make me think I really know what I am doing. I reflect, echo, report and share what I see in the world of relationships and feelings. I pray that I can share one tenth of what I am experienceing so that others may have an opportunity to participate and see what I do. Love, Tom B. -
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lol, sir, poetry is so beautiful, you seem so timid of it... reminding me alot of my first time, both of sexualality and poetry, i was so timid, shy, nervous, but each time, each write, becomes deeper and more beautiful.... poetry is not a noun, but a verb, and verbs are always brilliance if they are used to grace art to another humans eyes... you do so, do not doubt that.
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What can I say?
Except thank you. So thank you it is. I have been writing since I was sixteen. In the last two years it has mutated again and suddenly it appears to have taken on the job of writing me. Far more then, I have ever written it. i see things in shape and form that I fought through fogs to get to before. I use the tools of the trade with a greater sense of confidence and purpose than before. I evoke and provoke where before I just scratched at the door.
It is not so much doubt or even disbelief anymore, as much as, it is simply acknowleging that I can't really be my own judge. For the more I learn, the more I am aware of how much I fall short of what I seek to achieve. I have one more that you should read. (if you don't mind) I will send it as soon as i find it. Love,Tom B -
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Of course I don't mind, lol, but it will be my last read of the night, I am afraid. My bed is calling my name.
lol, but I shall be thorough in my critique.
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To hear someone when they are silent is to be totally connected. Vibes without voices is what binds us as one. Do you ever get stuck looking at her? I know that trance the one you love can cause. It sends the spirit soaring.
I do love this Tom. You knew I would. What a mighty woman is she to have captivated such words to spill form your being. The ebb and flow of this writ is unending. There is a beauteous harmony in this heartfelt poem. A very soothing and encouraging work my friend. Love does abound here!
Much Love & Many Blessings ♥
Reneé
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Thanks for the blessings
May love always ring in your heart. We create the world we live in. We are the artists of our lives. Thanks for allowing me to share some of my work with you. Love, Tom B.
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Love...
It is not our intent, as writers and poets, to define
love, but to capture the essence of it. You have done
so with this poem.
Love, Lane
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Most things of value are greater than any definition
That I have captured one small part of what the essence of love is, to me is high praise. To be able to share with another is a gift I am honored to participate in. Yours, Tom B.
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tomis ~
The sun shall flow as long as you keep penning such writes as this ~
Nice flow and structure ~
The theme is soft, yet speaks volumnes..>>>
She is
a wave hitting my beaches, rushing up my shores.
becoming transparent, thinning, disappearing into me.
The strength of the waters runs in her, steady, relentless.
wearing courses through me, feeding all the life
in my soul. How she is drawn to the noisy
sensual soul that I am, I will never know.
A noisy sensual soul?
I would love to see THAT
Well done Bubba ~
Bear ~
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What can I say
I am what I am. Fortunate to have awoken to a part of me that I was out of touch with. I am glad you enjoyed this softness on my part. Everyone of us is a multifaceted collection of contradictions. Love, Tom B.
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Amazing words. I just closed my eyes after each line and let them wash over me as I repeated them. To write in such a loving and gentle way shows a heart that is open and full. You have my humble respect, do you have a brother LOL...just kidding. Love and light to you and may that pen never stop flowing with love.
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Actually, I have three
Only one is married, one is divorced and one is living with someone.
I am the one who is humbled by the respect. This is what underlies all of my sensuality. My erotica is no more than fireworks and celebration. To hold someone and feel them hold you in return is one of lifes mightiest gifts. The older I get, the more I value it.
One thing. There is no it. People are not objects. They are the spirits we make up the universe with. Love, Tom B.
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Captivating
This just pulled me in and took me on a lovely journey. Wierd as it might sound...the "silent connection" reminds me of a piece I wrote as you recall possibly. Great minds think alike ha! Too, as you discuss her seeing something as a flaw you did not...reminds me of a saying I use myself, told to me by someone much older and wiser than I! "The flaws you see may not be viewed as flaws by others, or simply may not be visible to them at all, no one is perfect, it is our imperfections that are usually our most endearing qualities."
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Magnificence
is never in the eyes of the one being beheld. We spend far to much time protecting ourselves from criticism by cutting ourselves down first. We need to learn to enjoy our magnificence while exposing it in others. Love, Tom B.
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Breath takin'
This is beautiful!!! To love one for who there inner beauty is a truely compassionate love that feels, see's, hears and smells true love. To many are focused on the image of another rather than the soul that lives within the surface. You touch this subject so delicately here. I love this Tom.. Thank you so much for directing me to it.
(Bren)
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Breathing in Life
We change, but who we are never does. We learn and grow, watch our bodies change and rearrange, but who we be can blossom. Love is the water that feeds the blossoming. She is a gift to my heart. I can only sing these songs in passing. Love, Tom B.
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This is thoughtful and well-written, i like it a lot. :-)
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Most graciously said
Of course if I did any less I would not be fair to her. Love, Tom B.
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WOW
beautiful poem, full of inspiration and love in your words. awesome form too. great work, keep it up.
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Thank you
I am glad you find it so. It is nothing more than a simple reflection of a beautiful soul. Love, Tom B.
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Orpheus, your words are
like music, to my soul. Tom I totally adored this read. You write with such a umique style, that makes me feel part of the prose. I could of did a tango after the affect It had on me. A woman that is carefree, loving, and untouchable. All yours! What a gift, you have, thats why she is drawn to you.....divine excellence you've shared, thank you!...novy
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Classic
I thought you would enjoy this. It is fun to play with the words. I am glad you find it divine. I think she is. Love, Tom B.
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Absolutely breathtaking!
Glorious visuals! I must read this one again - several times. It is heavenly - very romantic. You are an incredible writer. Sigh!
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Greatest compliment "Must read again"
I can only be a reflection of my inspiration and a voice for what I feel. Sometimes the two catch fire and become a light for others to see. Love, Tom B.
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Beautiful
It may be jus another love son but it'ain't silly. I think it is beautiful. So full rich and amazing. Wonderfullyu written. Great Job my Friend.
*Go with God*
Valerie
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Thank you
And you are right it isn't silly. Glad you enjoyed its soft tangible light. Love, Tom B.
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Beautiful
So honest and sincere....
Your poems are always so unique and capture a story within the lines...
To allow us to take something with us when we finish reading, that is a gift that a true poet gives...thank you...
Lynda
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Unique?
This is such a new word applied to my poetry. I am not yet used to it. I try to write words that will melt quickly into the feelings they evoke. I think art is about making the truth more self evident and allowed to be seen with all of its clothes on. Love, Tom B.
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DIVINE
Tom,I shall have too look up the meaning of the title,but the rest needs no explanation,this is divine init's entirety.Small typo with its is,am mentioning in case you wish to edit.I love the way you hear her when she is silent,demonstrative of how much you understand without words,that is a beautiful connection.Love how you appreciate her nose not because it conforms to anyone else's ideology but simply because it is her nose.I dated a male model once and though he was a nice person he was obsessed by his appearance,it was the greatest tragedy when he started to develop one,tiny spot-it made me sigh with all the tragedies in the world to sigh over that did matter,the greatest love of my love was not stereotypically handsome,but he had the je ne sais quoi that attracted and it was far more captivating than another guy I dated that was the image of Russel Crowe,your poem reaches beyond what is seen and reveals what is felt and what is felt is like an elixer to the soul when it has these depths,love and light,Yvette
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Thanks for the edit
Look up the word, I think you will like it when you find out. Obvious french roots.
It is never the look, always the soul that I fall in love with. Never cease to be amazed by the beautiful human beings in this world and how little we hear the beauty of our own heart. Love, Tom B.
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