A phantom sorcery traces
the glaze of honey on my lips.
Squeezing the flesh of nectarines
to feed the butterfly float,
between our body heat.
Arms wide open
an anxious daisy twisting
in braids of rosemary
...I came clear and graceful, kissing clouds
dressed like a ghost waiting on the pier
whispering to you the scent of twilight’s rain
Once hatched and gray
I was a wrinkled charcoal drawing
wandering barefoot in that deluge.
an evanescence wavering in the fog
sighing against the sun
...I came softly anon, kissing clouds.
pining like a storm on a teetering horizon
you answered me tenderly, such pretty things
in the swift of the wind.
Melting crayons in August,
we poured paintings on the fruit trees.
Peach skins saged and cleaved
letting amber beads from their lacerations
Drops of colour trickled down our necks
until we were wading in pools of gold.
Pulling me closer over a topaz sea
our hearts are beating hotter
than the blood of the earth.
Author notes
HOW ABOUT THEM APPLES? HUH?
Some of my classic imagery but 
there is some (a little) sensual imagery in this...ohhh...holy crap...I'm almost 20; I'll get over it. Haha!
Haven't decided if that's the ending I'm going to stick with...we'll see what happens. I'm always poking at my poems.
I think it's a pretty straight forward poem...but I wrote it. Maybe I'm the only one who understands it...enlighten me.
The first two blocks of text describe my longing
The next three blocks of text describe our seperation over the summer
The last two blocks describe our reunion this week. 
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Dear Síochán leat
~Mairéad~, first of all, I'll start with the picture. I like how the couple are silhouetted against the sunset, and I think that it sets the atmosphere nicely here. I can tell like Nikonic Freak you like good photography. (I actually sold a Nikon D3000 today!) Anyway, I like how that picture started it off!
The poem was very good, and was very "autumny" (if there is such a word), or perhaps late summery (again, if there is a word) when I read up to the August line. Very romantic.
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Thank you very much. Autumn did have a strong significance in this.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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"you answered me tenderly, such pretty things
in the swift of the wind.
Melting crayons in August,
we poured paintings on the fruit trees."
Those are my favorite lines. =]
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Thank you very much.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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very good
sensible and sensational.thanx for sharing.enjoyed reading it.
surya t surya
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Thank you very much.
Síochán leat
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Thank you very much. ^_^
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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a breath of fresh air, young and hopeful full of desire, a pleasure to read.
ken
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Thank you very much for this lovely comment. ^_^
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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I like very much
thel imagery is well done, I like it the way it is well done
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Thank you very much.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Fug and I couldn't agree more...
I arrive here after reading everything else and I am lifted
from my chair, caught up in the prismatic sensation of your verse.
I too will be bookmarking. I can offer no comment except to say
you are a supreme poet and I am so elated to have you back. Blue
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A supreme poet? Wow...
Haha, don't know if I can live up to that...but thank you so much for the comment and so much again for the bookmark and the addition to the list. Blessed be.
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~Mairéad~
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Don't change that ending!!!!
I've read every poem in the Blue Lamp Reading List and now I'm going to break the rules by giving
I love every single word you have used here, they all slot into place perfectly and potray every thing you said in your notes.
Defin. my fav so far (bookmarking)
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Thank you so much. I've decided that this poem is complete...so everything will be staying as is. Thank you again for the wonderful comment and the bookmark.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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This is a beautiful, heart achingly beautiful piece of work you have written. You have been able to combine some brilliant emotions into this piece. I love the way you write, and truly look forward to reading more of your work!
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Thank you so much for this comment. I'll be sure to read your work as well. Have a wonderful day!
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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"dressed like a ghost waiting on the pier
whispering to you the scent of twilight’s rain"
These lines in particular affected me deeply. And then your sixth stanza won my heart and soul.
This is truly a beautiful verse filled with wonderful imagery and soft love. It is where hearts join, at the edge of the sand, when color washes in and life finds meaning in the swish of foam and saline.
I loved how this made me feel. Thank you so much for sharing this gem with The Blue Lamp. A pleasure to read and enjoy. ~Pamela wilted_rose*
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Thank you so much for this wonderful comment. It's so nice to read after such a busy weekend! Take care. : )
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~Mairéad~
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Your return brings us this poem as a gift from your wanderings, I like it much! Your use of color, kisses, and fruit is an aromatic potpourie. I love the words about a wrinkled charcoal drawing that later evolves into melted crayons, going from something bleak to fantastic. I love that stream of gold flowing toward a topaz sea, I love that the peaches are bleeding amber, gosh! I love it all.
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Thank you so much for this wonderful comment! ^_^
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Now this is some good poetry. Its a rare style I hardly see and I usually call it "decode" because its difficult to understand it at first glance. Its also one of my favorite styles because you can write ANYTHING in one of these kinds. I love how you described things at the end with :melted crayons", it was a nice image. Nice work on this, I'm going to go read more of your poetry!
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Thank you much for reading my poetry. Haha, I'm glad you like it!
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~Mairéad~
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this doesn't feel ended, feels suspended in motion, like a photo of the heart.
that is what poetry is about i think.
beautiful colours and such a wondeful way of describing things you see,
its so good for you to share this vision with others
i hope you keep writing
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You haven't lost an ounce of your lovely visual magic, within your work, sweet one. You've been missed greatly in your absence.
I love this!
~Hettie
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Thank you so much. I certainly hope I can keep the poems coming.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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There's a LOT of sensual imagery in there. The colours are used effectively and the flow is good.
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Haha, thanks. I enjoy using lots of colour in my writing.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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You use some wonderful imagery in your poem, but also some that is so abstract I am lost. I was unsure of the changes in tense, too. In other places such as ' Peach skins saged' I wasn't sure if there was a typo, or just what was meant. Confused
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Oh my! You have discovered a typo! My blessings, thank you! I think it does work both ways though. I ment sagged, kind of to represent autumn when fruit starts to drop...but when something becomes "like a sage" they gain wisdom and age...like the ripening of a fruit. I think I may leave it now actually.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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some really nice imagery you have going on here. So you are almost twenty huh? So you have plenty of time to really get into that sensual imagery. Still, you write very well. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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Thank you very much.
Yeah, I guess there is plenty of time. I think 19 is a weird age.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Wow I'm really impressed with all the vivid images.
A wonderful poem and a true delight to have read.
Smile always.
Tony
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Thank you very much. ^_^
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~Mairéad~
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Thank you so much. ^_^
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~Mairéad~
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Someone is in love lass.....
this is beyond words,
The second verse is so unique.....
i love.........braids of rosemary......
it has such a rich fabric that yearns to be spoken a loud...
also...
Melting crayons in august,
we pour paintings on the fruit tress,
peach skins saged and cleaved
letting amber beads from their laceration.
A masterpiece of language and vision.
The last stanza is pure poetic passion,
in the moment...
with all its spontaneous beauty,
it explodes over hearts and oceans,
pulsating with the heat of a poet.
Unbelievable beauty little gypsy,
but i have come to expect nothing less
from your rainbow soul.
Liam
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Oh yes, someone is in love. It wasn't a gradual feeling either, it hit me like a truck. A very large love truck ran me over, backed up, rolled ontop of me again, and parallel parked right ontop of my mangled love-stricken body.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Your imagery is indeed classic. When I read this I became aware of just how pedestrian some of my descriptions are. I tend to concentrate on telling a tale rather than using evocative imagery. I enjoyed it from start to finish. My favorite parts of this poem were:
Arms wide open
an anxious daisy twisting
in braids of rosemary
and the forth stanza, particularly the reference to the wrinkled charcoal drawing.
Well done. It is good to see you back on AP again.
Mike
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Thank you so much. I'm so glad to be back. I certainly hope I stay put.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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Peach, or its cloned cousin, the nectarine, is my favorite fruit. Plus, they grow on trees. Light and airy imagery. I read your page, and may come back to hear when its not 430 in the morning...
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Thank you for reading my poem and my page. I've never actually eaten a nectarine but I love peaches and might have to try one after writing this.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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I don't even know what to say. Imagery doesn't get much better than this. That was amazing.
Write on.
~*~SP~*~
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Thank you so much for the lovely comment.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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You could title each section as you described it in your notes... with those cute little Roman numerals... i. longing ii. separation iii. reunion
and why did I piece together 'poking pretty sensual apples with an enlightened stick' from you author's notes...? Creative reading maybe...
and I do detect a wee bit if Irish in there (as there should be with you...! )
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Hahaha, I would love to see an enlightened stick. I'm wondering if would bark out ironic quips and snarky social commentary.
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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now there's something to write about...!
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A poem about a magical stick that offends a lot of people...I like it.
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that would be the enlightened stick's brother, the 'offending stick'... well, I guess I'll have to write about it now... any more ideas? (and yes, your poem here was a blooming flower, hope you create an entire field of them...)
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yay you're back
god, i was missing your writing.. i was like.. where. did. all the imagery go!
it was a painful however long it's been
but. this was great.
Squeezing the flesh of nectarines
- mhm this is why i love your writing. your imagery is salivatory
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Mmmmm, my poems are tasty.
I think I may have to go get some nectarines after writing this...I was hungry the entire time for one but I only bought pears this week.
Thank you so much for the lovely comment. ^_^
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~Mairéad~
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it's lovely.
drawling? drawing?
hmmmm..
could be one or the other I guess.
Melting crayons in August.
Love that so muc, pouring painting on the trees, now that's not only original , but very very pretty.
So glad to see something new from you,
love,
jin
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Oh, that slipped right past me! Ahhhh! Well, I fixed it. Thanks for cathing that! 0_o
Síochán leat
~Mairéad~
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