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Nocturnes: Fragmented Tones.

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Awash inside a shapeless ocean

of red eygptian cotton,

I am the body that breathes

intuitive subtle motions

of rise and fall.

Tides of hands

clench and clasp,

gathers me

come gather me, on the shoreline

of you.

 

 

inhale/exhale

 

 

To become like plasma

released from marrowbone,

dissipates into fragmented portions

of abilone night shadows.

Tidal moans beckon, listening to conch shells.

This pulsating pleasure, gently breaks

invisible glacial slivers of nacre,

that covets my heart.

 

 



 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

Author notes

For Michael Thomas ~~~~~~~~~~

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  • zochit2me gold member
    December 21, 2007

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    Soothing
    like a heartbeat in rhythm with one's own. The rise and fall of tides and then the calm of the water licking the shore. That is the feeling I get from reading this. The knowing that two hearts have united at a peek of becoming/knowing they are one...sigh.
    Soothing

    Becky


  • tara wilson gold member
    December 21, 2007

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    OMG - I meant THIS poem is a 100 times better....that last comment in my comment came out totally wrong...oh, I hope you understood it the way I meant it to, oh, I feel completely awful now!!!


  • tara wilson gold member
    December 21, 2007
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    and thank you for this entry into my contest..

  • tara wilson gold member
    December 21, 2007
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    I was sort of wondering if the word 'intuitive' would ever pop up into a poem in this contest.
    I love the inhale/exhale. What a nice break in between these 'beats' of stanzas...and works so well with the theme of heart. Sometimes, when we take the time to just breath, our 'heart' tells us, or is our intuition.
    This to me is that moment of 'knowing.'

    There are so many ways to read this poem...it is very sensual to me.

    "Tides of hands
    clench and clasp,
    gathers me
    come gather me, on the shoreline
    of you."

    I love this..and that line...going on like a shoreline.

    ah..sigh..this is beautiful..I know the 'glacial' around the heart, too, I like deBracy's comment because the sound I hear from this poem is like through a stethoscope..but not that loud..LOL...hearing it and knowing it's there,

    just that intuitive knowing his heart in yours, I get from this poem..

    should Egyptian be capitalized??LOL

    this reminds me of a poem I wrote a while back,
    only this one is about 100 times better!!








  • Nicolette gold member
    December 19, 2007

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    How beautifully this ebbs and flows, rises and falls, my friend... just like the heart that wrote it. I love the gentle tones of this poem but this line just made me linger in there...:

    "come gather me, on the shoreline
    of you."

    I was thinking of the Joan Armatrading song "I'm coming in to dry land, the dry land of your shore..."

    Sighs... this is beautiful, Gilly - red, vibrant red, gently red...

    ~ Nicolette


  • Elora Danon gold member
    December 18, 2007

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    No words just....

    e~


  • ca ne fait rien
    December 18, 2007

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    This was almost overwhelming- like when you lisen through a stethoscope to someone's heartbeat and it is nothing like you expect by swooshes and bumps like being inside a pumping station- it is so loud it makes you dizzy.
    Love the fiery art work.


  • misselaineous
    December 18, 2007
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    this whispers the sea to me

  • Suzanne Dia
    December 18, 2007

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    Melting is it then?

    It's a pretty melt..and the red is gorgeous as well.
    There is a subtle flow to this, like the ebb and rise of the tide.





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