curved we are and soft
destined to dimpled smile
or blush by touch
but now these tears:
drip distillated
from soul's share
in endless flow
not sloshed or spattered
in fast spritz
but silent trickle
kissing skin
...
deep weep-well
of pure love
Author notes
Sometimes Sorrow is a Cerebral Muse
In a list
A contest entry
- come on i want to feel the passion by ruthie fallen angel.
700 points, ended December 16, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Soft and curved...
Speak for yourself!
I'm rock hard and cliff massive!
Well, maybe when I'm sleeping...
Janet will leave the hospital tommorrow, (Wens) she walked 20 feet, assisted with a brace on the leg. the leg is waking up a bit... The arm is still on vacation... Keep praying. Haven't worked Mon tues. It rained 24 hours solid... I was out as soon as it quit; made 10 cold calls. No one was rude, some thanked; one didn't let me leave a card. -
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I am VERY glad to hear about Janet ...
now she can but improve day by day! As for your work: you may get BUSY with the Spring around the corner! Please book gardens BEFOREHAND for beautifying ... even little gardens in pots for smaller apartments. AH ... Ben the Spring Boy. It sounds ... EVERGREEN! But. I am SERIOUS. I think you would be a LOVELY landscaper, you with your sensitive eye and love for nature.
If I were there, you would help me do MY garden. 
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Oh wow. First of all, I love the title and then the poem is just filled with beauty. Amazing word choice. You have amazed me once again
Much love
Ylova
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I love this...I believe that sorrow plays an important part in the inspiration of every artist. I also believe that it is through sorrows and hardships that we learn the most in becoming who we are.
~Love and Light~
Raymond
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Jeremiah knew weeping, and weeping may endure for a night but there is joy in the morning...we can have love in so many ways... this was awesome.
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you are responsible for cerebral smiles as well, dear friend. rending to the toughness of your species also the softness and sensibility so played-under these days, yet so more powerful in its velvetean ways. this most cliché’d of sensations – love – finds in your poetry ever new ways of beautiful, conquering expression. all muse is cerebral, your poetry makes it tactile’ical
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Myra, i really, really like this poem, so many times my poems have come from the 'deep weep-well of pure love'...your word choice is wonderful, i love the word 'spritz' in this & the moment i can feel
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Truth is
Life's sorrows
Sweeten Joy
The waves pound rocks
Into sand
Where one
May take long walks
And in time...
Seeds may grow -
While the world weeps and souls intensely long to return to their immaculate Source, Destiny holds unimaginable cause to cry for joy. Thank you for creating and sharing, precious soul. If you do as well in the contest as you do in life, then there is no contest. Ack.
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Everyone knows the joys of triumph but only the enlightened understand the joys of suffering. The benefits of being connected to another magical, ethereal, mystical, sacred soul far outweigh any suffering that comes with the package. Those who understand make as many connections as they can. Those who don't understand go through life avoiding them. To suffer is pain. To share suffering is always a joy. What a gift you are to preach this message so artfully that even I get it. Your poetry goes far beyond the realm of art. Thank you.
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You never cease to amaze me. With few and gentle words you craft a work in subtle shades to say more than volumes. Always you touch my heart.
Excellent.
Yours are always gold for me.
Garrison
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I always love your artistic wording and the messages you portray with such sincerety.
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This is very softly said, I love the alliteration and assonance, for example "blush by touch". More tears come from love than any other cause; it seems unfair that something wonderful can also hurt so much.
Best wishes, sweetheart.
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well writ
Crafted with the sincerity of your compassion.
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good luck and good job
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