twas a long night,
in my ignorance
counseling youth.
and well I did,
since love was involved.
as always
tearing at my dikes,
a poor soul
graying at the edges,
and for once I cried.
oh, sweet love.
and bitter
I drove through the night,
as my hands trembled,
and my voice shook,
but I did not fail
since they found the truth
while it lasts
four miles
south of Oz.
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Written August 25th, 2003
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wow
I enjoyed this poem, definatley one gets the sense that this is a diary (journal) entry. Oh Lute, you let us ride on the wings of your emotion, thank you friend! Yes, yes the reward!
Keep Feelin' Fascination,
~Tiffany~ -
im lovin this!
it seems so dreary and aged at first, the old teacher who has spent so much life on students
and then the second bit seems to lift this professor up again, as if to say, this is where ive found my energy and exuberance -
The Professor? The title reminds me that my holidays are over soon...so am I sad? I don't know.
As to the poem...the tone reminds me of a few others you have written -
as my hands trembled,
and my voice shook...
perhaps the poet is not a mystery after all...
You write with sensitivity. You gently invite the reader inside your poetry, and for a minute inside the spaces of your/our memories -
yes, we are all a mystery.
Thank you, Maria
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Beautiful, tragic. I am held captive by your words, again. You are the greatest counselor to the young... But you, I wonder, I sense a taste of bitterness toward the emotion when I read your work.
Perhaps, I am tasting my own bitterness...
~M~
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this reminded me of some weird
horrid rape...
not sure why i went there... but i did
captivating piece -
I always find such intensity in your poetry. Each poem begs to be read about four or five times to completely absorb each little nuance. The last stanza is hauntingly reflective in a way that brings a lump to the readers throat. Powerful work.
Lisa x -
everyone says that the south of oz caught their eye but for me the tearing at my dikes caught my eye...eyes can be like dikes, holding water back from flooding uncontrollably. 5 stars from the journal news
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i liked this alot, although i did get a little confused (as i always do) so thats not a bad thing. I love then ending though! "Four miles south of Oz" thats so clever! I again aplaud you!
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Sounds like a heart-wrenching time, I'd love to find all that again, even if it is only temporary.. and I'd travel south of Oz to do it too. I don't know, were you talking to someone you loved that loved another? This part I'm not clear on - i think it was that bitter line there. I'm starting to really like your style, Lute, it seems to come easy for you, it sashays in and sits right down. Good job.
~ becky
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Temporary truths I am familiar with.... the are beautiful until they become washed away from the shore.... I've always preferred Wonderland to Oz.... Oz always scared me.... lol.
Awesome write here Mr. Poet -
Hehe...I Like it...Sir Love, set to council his ready young audience. Oh, how they love to hear his baratones..he would read to them, dancing notes flying in their tender ears.
And he told of stories...great stories...with each and every verse. Even though it pained him so.
Oh Lute...
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hmmmmmmmmm...I am not sure I entirely get this. BUt it did feel bitter-sweet upon my mind. ~~Val
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This is awesome! Just reading the poem was a jaunt in itself. Beautiful words. I am quite impressed. I really liked the last line. It wrapped it up perfectly/
Much Respect,
KTG
Edited on Aug 25, 9:49 p.m. because ''.
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