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Ascent 11/21/2006

He ascends to the high places once again.
His dream...a reality in himself.
Free man.
He takes little with him.
His needs are not so much physical as spiritual.
He commands attention by way of his passion.

No one loves Her more than he, his ancient place.
The gypsy
Returning.
He never really left.
In Her the essence of life.
Each footfall a caress.
Each breath a communion.
Reborn.

Others have become restive
In foreign places.
But never him.
His blood sings of home.
His very bones carry Her song.
He is Tassaft.
He is Kabyle.
He is Amazigh.

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  • Rose Angel gold member
    October 19

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    Your poetry is new to me but again you have the power in your voice and your message...Bravo!


  • penman gold member
    August 9, 2007

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    Wonderful

    Oh my this has such a peaceful and spiritual essence to it. Very well done. A true pleasure to read.


    • rhondasail
      August 9, 2007
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      I thank you for the read, Penman..this is a very personal write for me, so I truly appreciate your comment. Peace always, Rhonda


  • PrabhuDayal Khattar silver member
    February 17, 2007

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    He never really left.
    In Her the essence of life.
    Each footfall a caress.
    Each breath a communion.
    Reborn

    I can understand the depth which you have measured here in your simple words but at the same wrapping with your amazing meaning of life and its worth as well..a great and beautiful poem...


    • rhondasail
      February 17, 2007
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      For a great and beautiful soul whom I am blessed to know. Thank you for your comment. Peace, Rhonda


  • El Pescador silver member
    February 10, 2007

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    Kooshti bok. This is trully a poem to be kept. I love the way it invites me into the words you wrote. You have an understanding of things important. I shall seek out more of your writing. Thank you.


    • rhondasail
      February 10, 2007
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      I appreciate your comment, I have to ask...Kooshti bok? Not familiar with the reference. Again, thank you for your generous comment, I am glad it moved you. Peace, Rhonda


  • EyeRaven
    January 14, 2007
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    His blood sings of home.....

    Powerful choice of words...powerful imaginative metaphor.
    This tells so true of a love so strong, and tolerant to life's unconstant waves of doubt.....this was realy a breeze of hope.

    I am not sure if I understood the last three definitions of he who walks with his strong love and dreams.
    But I suppose they are names of lovers-strong-before him who took pride in loving for eternity..

    Beautifuly breath-taking.

    Be well.
    RD.


    • rhondasail
      January 15, 2007
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      Again I am humbled by your analysis.
      Yes, this is speaking to a powerful love, love of a land, it's people, it's history. The last three "names" are : "Tassaft", the name of a village in Algeria, also a tree. This tree will not submit to force, but will break, but break and regrow elsewhere. "Kabyle", the name of a people-Berbers- of the High Atlas mountains in Algeria, a strong, hospitable, gracious people. And finally, "Amazigh"(pronounced AMAZEER), a word that means "Free Man" in Berber.
      I hope this helps with the understanding of the piece. I suppose you can tell that I greatly admire this person, my friend. I am honored to know him, and honored that you have read my words so clearly. Peace be with you, Rhonda


      • EyeRaven
        January 15, 2007

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        A free strong man

        Standing erect as a tree against the hurricanes of hurt and loathiing, so strong that he clings to his passionate heart, and understands that truth will be his possession and gift for baring so long, and being on the side of the light.

        Yes....I do understand.

        Peace be with you too.
        RD.


        • rhondasail
          January 15, 2007

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          Yes...you do understand. I am happy when I see a comment from you anywhere, but especially on my own pages. Your insights are piercing and I love the images you leave here. Thanks for viewing once again. Peace, Rhonda

          • EyeRaven
            January 15, 2007
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            You're very welcome

            My utmost pleasure to do so,
            be well.
            RD.


  • nightciris
    January 11, 2007
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    powerful

    I think I could read the last stanza over and over again...though terse, sometimes the most beautiful expression is found in few words. That stanza-though it was reflected in the poem throughout-really brought forth the feel of a deep-seeded love, old as the earth herself. Lovely write.


  • Pure Thought silver member
    January 8, 2007

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    A deep seated passion...

    ...lies within the souls of this man. I like the strong feeling of this, especially; He commands attention by way of his passion.

    Thanks for sharing, Buddy


  • Little Eagle Greeters member
    January 8, 2007

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    Welcome to allpoetry

    This is rich and full of spirit. His love for her is quite apparent and I love the word choices you have here. The flow is good and easy to read.

    I encourage you to keep writing. To read and comment.

    God Bless
    Tammy

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