Wednesday, May 23, 2012

He takes me to a place...

He takes me to a place
Unknowable on my own
But with limbs entwined
And fingertips pressed together
Our hearts, no longer single metronomes
Beat double time

We speak in staccato messages
Thoughts interpreted by us into a language unique
Words meaning more than originally intended
When spoken in short, furtive, urgent strokes

Peace overwhelms panic
Passion burns reality to ash
Turning and twisting what is
Into what could be
If only we could discover this dream
Broken from selfish parties
And their careless days

18 comments:

  1. 'Passion burns reality to ash' is so lovely! This piece to me is such a beautiful tale of that intangible thing we want love and passion to be; taking us to a place free of worries and full of hope. Gorgeous!!

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    1. Thank you dear Lillie. I'm always a bit tentative posting a poem because it's such a new writing form for me; yet, a few of the images just flowed & seemed to fit with the feeling I wanted to express in this piece. Thanks for always being so supportive.

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  2. What an amazingly beautiful poem! You can hear the passion just dripping from each line.

    'If only we could discover this elusive dream' I love it :)

    You are so talented Jo-Anne!

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  3. Ah dear Angie, thank you so much. I am enjoying trying poetry - another new challenge!

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  4. Wow! Truly talented. Terrific imagery and emotion in this poem. I loved it, so close to my heart, in terms of passion and the love of the Other who is our match. Delightful!

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    1. Thanks Stacy. I really appreciate your lovely comments!

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  5. You have style. They can't teach that.

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    1. I don't know what to say to such a dear comment except - thank you so very much, my friend.

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  6. Beautiful poem, Jo, and KD is right. Really well done and thank you for sharing it with your readers :)
    And I like that Stevie Winwood fellow - his hair is almost as nice as mine!

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    1. Oh Chris, thank you my dear. Your words of support always mean a lot to me.

      Unfortunately, I must correct you on one point. Steve Winwood's lovely hair doesn't come anywhere close to comparing to the beauty of your luscious locks. :))

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  7. Absolutely exquisite! I love the way your metaphor twists with your language. Very well done, Jo-Anne. :-)

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    1. Thank you Quirina, it always makes me happy to see a comment from you. As you know, I admire your work very much. Thank you my friend for your lovely words.((Hugs!))

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  8. Gorgeous imagery! I could really feel my own relationship within your words. My favourite line is: 'Thoughts interpreted by us into a language unique...' I love when your communication level can supercede normality!

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    1. Really appreciate you reading and commenting Lisa! I can tell from your writing and from that lovely photo on your blog, you have a special relationship. Thank you so much for your kind words!

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  9. A truly beautiful poem, Jo-Anne! Spoken from the heart and woven with silver threads....exquisite.....you have oodles of talent & I hope you'll write more. *huge hugs* :)

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    1. My dear Louise, thank you for your continued support with all things poetic. You are an amazing person and poet! Many hugs!! :))

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  10. It seems to me that you've conveyed the act of love, not in an overtly sensual way - although it drops a subtle hint in that direction - but in a very intelligent way. It certainly seems to debunk lust but celebrates the true meaning of love, which is overwhelming in the moment and at the same time promises to be enduring!

    That seems horribly analytical, but isn't meant to be that way! I agree with all the other comments written above. This is good poetry that is also both direct and subtle, using clearly understandable language and metaphor in equal measure. Above all else it is your poetry, Jo-Anne, and you should be very proud of what you've produced here in short time.

    But then I think you were a published poet or laureate in your former life, because if these are your first attempts, then the heavens only know how good you will be in the near future.

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    1. John, dear John, I am proud of my writing and I'm proud to be attempting poetry which, as you know, is a new challenge for me. I do think this piece turned out well and I feel it does convey the feelings that I wanted to portray. When I read it back, to me it sounds like my writing, it seems to have my writing voice.

      Thank you again for your generous and kind words. I don't think I'll ever reach the heights of poetry life that you mention but it certainly warms my heart to receive such a lovely compliment!

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