How many oceans between soul and soul;
how many stars, moons, suns ... how much coal?
How many traces of loss and regain;
how many whispered joys, how much pain?
How many moments wasted in fled;
how many paper dreams burnt in regret?
How many chambers locked with fear's key;
how many deserts between him and me ...?
myra
20.12.2003
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For you, Redstormy ...
Written December 20th, 2003
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wow this is an amazing poem, its short and i like the way you set up the stanza's, really well done i loved it
~mystic
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ah the walls we build pounding out the mortar with a pestle of anger, laying a barrier brick by brick...denying it's rise even as it blocks our true view of another, a windowless place where the actual feeling is concealed.....until there is no way to reach each other, only walls and a prison for each lover's soul,
there is little pardon for such bricked up emotions that seal two into one again....it is a sad monument to loves loss...Artis -
Wow Myra...Thats absolutly beautiful...
It can be a great song...
really love the imagery and emotions in those lines:
"How many moments wasted in fled;
how many paper dreams burnt in regret?
How many chambers locked with fear's key;
how many deserts between him and me ...?"
Especialy the last line,its so captivating...
Wael
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I need to read more of Redstormy's, as I haven't for a little while.
This is soooo lovely, and due to the fact that I'm not sure of the personal addressing, I will have to assume that the content is refracting some distress. Lovely paintings here.......wonderful language that seethes through those walls for refreshment and with the sense of hope . Paint ON... you've got that ministry to others,
This would make for a good song! ( Key of C?? Hmm?)
wonderful dedication! Love and blessings, CookieZeal/D -
beautiful write...sad...so much feeling here...
my favorite lines:
How many moments wasted in fled;
how many paper dreams burnt in regret?
keep on writing!!
~Laura -
I love your ponderings, dearest Lute ...
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Thank you, Secretsmile, for the Seasonal wishes and for your inspiring words ... May you find joy in the simplicity of poetry, and Peace within the Poetry of this Festive time.
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How many dances?
How many drops of rain?
How many sweet mornings,
or sleeping evenings,
when the larks stir,
and ruffle their wings?
how many Springs
when we open wide,
how many dreams curled,
when she closes her eyes,
how far is too far
when there is nothing to hide?
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left me speechless
you use the words so powerfully like you have a sence that you are overpowering it all i love how something so small menas to much it makes me wonder why poetry is so hard to write but all so so east it confusses me in some sence but i understand it lol well good luck with the writing keep them coming
merry christmas
best wishes for 2004!!
from...
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I had my losses in life, dearest Friend ... we all suffer our sorrow on this tedious, yet amazing Journey ... But yes, I did write it specifically inspired by the undertones of Red's recent sentiments ... Thank you for relating to my work. And yes: friends we are, indeed ... HUGS
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Thank you for your love and sincere concern, Kelly ... I'll remember the kind invitation ...
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beautifully written, myra. I see words of longing, sorrow of separation in this poem, expressed vividly. the repetition of "how many" that begins each verse really emphasizes that hand-twisting, heart-wrenching feeling a person gets when a loved one is so far away.
from your comment, I take this not to be about you personally, but about something joyce is suffering instead. what a heart you have to lend your poetry to her situation. I should have more friends like you! -
Myra, Sadness and beauty inside the soul between the distance and longing to be closer within the moments of life but inside the heart there is no seperation thats the beauty because those are held dear like our friends.....So many questions but there inside the heart of the person........ no matter what distance love is never a waste nomatter how far it is or where one is thought of.
Not sure I'm reflecting or saying this right- Hugs Merry Christmas,
Sherry
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Oh, Myra, this is so different from your usual writes, and so beautiful and balanced. I felt such a sadness, a deep sadness that washed over me as I completed the last line. Something is up with you, a yearning, such a need for something, or someone? And, always that spiritual quest, which I absolutely love about you and your communications. This is a sad and beautiful write, all at the same time, and the questions certainly need answers, don't they? Bless your heart! I have my own similar line of questions, but they will be answered in time, and I know you have patience, and your faith is strong, but life still can be so confusing, and painful. The diamond will be revealed. Believe that. And, you'll soon find your answers, which will be whispered in your heart, and then, always, there will be more questions. Very thought-provoking write which def. touched me. I know you are well, but I pray you are okay, if that makes sense. I'm just sensing something here, and I could be completely wrong, but I'm "feeling" it. You're in my prayers, so hold tight, Myra, and know that all will be well. Thank you for the holiday wishes, and I want to give you the same: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, and may all your dreams come true! You have become very dear to my heart, and I want only the best for you. IM me if you ever, ever need to talk, or vent, or even scream. That's what friends are for. I send my love your way--always. Beautiful write! Love, light and peace!--Kel
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An ice capped sea it sometimes seems,
the place that splits in two - one dream,
How much like a universe of raw worked space,
can seem that distance to one close face..
I quite liked the 'coal' ..which when rare, is the 'diamond'..
~~whims
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With the heat of love, will that coal not turn to diamond?
A charmingly thoughtful poem Myra.
The questions you ask are beautifully phrased to create a wonderful piece.
Andrew -
Beautiful. This is so passionate and emotional. It's unlike most of your works that I have seen. I know this will probably sound cheesy coming from a 15-year-old, but I can relate to the feeling. Especially lines such as:
"How many chambers locked with fear's key;
how many deserts between him and me ...?"
I just hear my own thoughts ringing in this; kicking myself for being as scared as I am to admit to a certain guy that I've completely fallen for him.
Anyways, this was a joy to read, as always.
Liefdegroete
~Sneeuvlokkie (Mada)
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Your words are so powerful in this.
emotions flow so easily for you into wonderful phrases
Much enjoyed reading this
Love
Elizabeth -
Dearest Horus, stars, diamonds and the mortal body all carry traces of coal ... That is the metaphor for sorrow, bringing joy ...
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Lacking something
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this was a nice write...i enjoyed reading it.... very well put together.... and the rhyming made it very appealing!!
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The pain of long distance love shows bare and wanting...A red background amplifies passion of feelings...
"Wasted in fled" is a little confusing but then it is a personal poem so i can't quite say...
Muse
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