And then you come and reveal yourself in all that you are.
And then you come and read me where I have never hoped
to be read. Not in this life.
I
long before the Canada geese
of your voice cried your love
through me at Heathrow,
and carried me south
through many spaces of sky,
I knew you loved me
II
now that the birds
are returning with the blue
eyes of September
and the sound of spring
is stirring on every branch
I put a few feathers
in my vase of hours, for you
and I in those days,
and for the migrant birds
of love whose feathers were born
with us and winged
our hearts
III
I lift my breasts, inhale and exhale
the scent of spring, knowing
that once upon a September
you called
my name
and I was half undone with joy,
just like the branches
and the birds
Author notes
Quote from the poem "Dune" by Taja Kramberger.
My poem also inspired this contest:
http://allpoetry.com/contest/2367450
and these beautiful poems... thank you...:
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3368580
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3368786
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3368724
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3364358
In a list
A contest entry
- Saturday Morning Meditation... by kaibab.
475 points, ended September 1, 2007, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Classy
Although I have to adjust to this style, I find it is always in some way, a classic, simple even if partly hidden, which in principle I dislike. Very nice
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Nicolette,
Even if I could think or hope to find the words they
still..escape my voice transferred to this page.
I will just have to say this..
I'm speechless.
Wonderful write.
Best
Love Peace
campanaro
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Thank you so much, campanaro...you've found an older poem. Love to you, my friend
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okay I came back again... I just had to... I was thinking abou thisp oem last night... so I thought I'd come and leave a comment... BEAUTIFUL. Absolutely, madame!
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Wow, this is such a beautiful poem. I really enjoyed reading it. I felt myself sighing over the beauty of the words you had chosen and I had pictures in my mind of September.. I was born in September.
I love this part:
"I lift my breasts, inhale and exhale
the scent of spring, knowing
that once upon a September
you called
my name"
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I came back again... to cry for a while... and feel the beauty and softness... the sorrow of this chanting meditation... september is too special for me... so is january. You've made me love September ever more.
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Beautiful.
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the joy in remembering a past Spring is almost palpable in this poem. a unique piece of poetry!
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You are one talented talented poet Nicolette. This is a stunning composition. I'm lost for words, for once.
Sonia XXX
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September, segue from one state to another. thi as sad as sad can be. in my mind the voice sounding like Meryl Streep. this is beautiful writing.
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Yes, this is "sad as sad can be"...it used to be the most beautiful month, bokkie. You know my "voice" - thank you for the comment, bb
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Beeeeeeautiful! Awesome imagery throughout this whole poem, delicate and sweet.
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Your poetry is really so beautiful, elegant yet simple..I was really touched by this one. Thank you!
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I came back to read and cry again...
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Candy....I think I will just cry with you... thank you...
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Beautiful and interesting poem.Will check out some more of your poetry.
Polarbear. -
"and for the migrant birds
of love whose feathers were born
with us and winged
our hearts"
What wonderful voice and diction dear poet, truly amazing.
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Wow ~ you write with such simplicity and grace. Namita was write, you are an exceptional poetess! It is an honor to have read this! Beautiful ~
No, magnificent!
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Wow! How beautifully you write, you are amazing!
"I lift my breasts, inhale and exhale
the scent of spring, knowing
that once upon a September"
I guess I've found a new favourite...
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Beautiful blue-eyed Septembers and bounty excel in your poem, Nicolette. Joy and vibrance that comes with wholeness sing in your words where sky and wings are myriad opportunities to soar on windsong. I love this one.
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I hate to fly but have no choice.You have taken a beautiful journey of sorts.A flight of both the human condition and of course the big silver beast of the sky.I find this haunting but your poetry tends to do that to me.
Love is the heartbeat of a sparrow.
~Helen 
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Again the wonderful memories, fleeting as they are but yet so implanted within our soul they recognize the beating of the heart, the rapidity of it and also the lull, so beautiful, so much the changing of the seasons.
Happy springtime of your heart.
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forgot your clappies
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of course i had to stop and read this, September is my month, well maybe not mine completely, i will be glad to share it. So when i saw the title i was curious and am overwhelmed by this poem. It is not so much the lovely images, the gentle phrases, the lovely soundings that resonate earthy and deeply - this, to me, FEELS like September. I was born for Autumn, i live in the cusp of reality and illusion, seeking the balance in life that i see in nature. I so admire your skill and i’ve said it before and i know you are tired of hearing this; if i could write with a thousandth of the skill found in one of your fingernails, i could die a happy writer. This is a poem that is worthy of Gold, and more.
blessings and best wishes,
~richard
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I agree whole-heartedly, Richard
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Thank you, Richard - I'm happy that this september poem made you feel the season
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We are headed into Fall as in your world Spring is getting its first visits. That amazes me and shows that the world in it's natural state is quite poetic. I adore the mixture of love and nature written here my Sister. Love sometimes departs only to return to its original home. Congratulations on winning the Gold in this challenge. It is well deserved. You always seem to write poetry that calms me in every way. Just gorgeous!
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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This is absolutely stunning, and such a perfect use of metaphor.
(it's always quite amazing to think, while one part of the world is readying for winter, another is waking for spring)
Congrats on the gold
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This is so lovely my friend. Those days when you knew you were loved....you still are my friend. I know I know, not the same, but you are This is beautiful and congratulations on the well deserved gold.
~Lyrical
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speechless...
I am struck speechless by the simple beauty of this work! So just one word then...
BRAVO!!!
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So soft and sad. This is a song from the heart sung as a solo, yet heard as a choir. I send the most gentle of hugs to you, and applaud thhese most gentle of words.
Blessed be,
Billie Jean
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I am back again and again to read it and again you left me without the proper words.
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your strong imagery and
beautiful unmatched use of metaphor always keeps me coming back... wanting more... I must admit, it is strange for me to be reading about Spring in September... this is incredible.... well deserving of gold... I never fail to be impressed by your work...
beautiful
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Very glad you got the gold for this poem, this is a well written piece very beautiful and a lot of imagery.
congratulation.
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Oh, I love your work, hon.
Simply beautiful..and may you become half undone again..
congratulations.
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well of course i know this feeling..
those huge silverwinged birds, screeching across blacksand and the flickering lights of day to night to day....
heartbreaths... yes... heartbreaths..
i know every feather and inch of this
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september is blessed with your song
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wonderful-
a strong strong write
m
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this is beautiful Nic,
"...the blue
eyes of September"
what a wonderful line, congrats on the gold
al
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A meditation such as this would make anyone sigh with the joy it makes one feel. Congrats on your gold trophy, this is so soft and wonderful, a joy to read. Love, C
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superb writing ...
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I am stunned silent.... you have taken a piece of my soul and given it voice... as only you could. This is absoutely breathtaking....
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"you called
my name
and I was half undone with joy,
just like the branches
and the birds"
Sighhh...Only you & Carol, my dearest Sisters of the Soul...Only you can break my heart & softly mend it again with the very same words...This is gorgeous, Nic. Congratulations on the gold, my dear Friend. Vlindertjie
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Dearest,dearest poetess,I am undone upon reading your poetry and I thankyou from the bottom of my heart for you portray what I wish I could convey and I begin to wonder if I have masochistic tendencies as I cannot read your words without crying,your poetry touches the heart and applause just doesn't seem adequate...
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so lovely and reaches for deeper feelings and memories and finds fresh reasons to enjoy the life we have had, and the eyes for tomorrow... simply beautiful poetry here...PK
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Oh my....Nic, this is absolutely exquisite, in the truest sense of the word! I will never look or listen to the Canada geese here the same. What beauty in your metaphors, and the tender touch of your pen. I'm giggling a little, too. Seems we both chose to "chapter" our poems, as well. I love how you broke yours ... each sumptuous thought standing on its own, as well as being such an integral part of the 'whole.' Masterfully done, my dear friend. So very worthy of that Gold!! Brilliantly penned!! Love you, dear one.
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Now I'm glad my silly poem I wrote for this was late, you exhale beauty and comfort with your imaginings and ever beautiful poetry...
Congrats on your gold!
It was a mahvelous read!
Thanking you, Nic! ~ Nicholas
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"and for the migrant birds
of love whose feathers were born
with us and winged
our hearts"
Beautiful poetry as always from your amazing mind's pen
Congrats!
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To hell with trophys . . . everything you write is gold Nic . . . this one bears the tenderness of a fawn drinking at the edge of pure running stream . . . BEAUTUFUL!!!!!
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Thank you Marc... so loved the "tenderness of a fawn drinking" as it was written about a "bokkie"...the Afrikaans for a deer.
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Congratulations on your lovely trophy. A very touching poem, very romantic and well written. Quite unique. An enjoyable read quite worth its weight in gold. Well deserving of the gold. Thank you for sharing, have a lovely day, Ken IBT
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Such a beautiful poem, this is. Wonderful images and poetry. Great job and congrats on the well deserved gold.
Candy
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Oh, it's true... while autumn is sneaking upon our bum over here, it's spring that starts dancing over there in South Africa lucky you
this is - as usual - a very beautiful poem my friend
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I too, did fly this sky of sigh,
to breathe of love, what stone did settle,
inside the coming colder, meadow,
where time rembers my unimportance,
so beautiful this entry
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