Portals
January 19, 2008 02:37 AM EST
(Updated: January 19, 2008 02:45 AM EST)
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Portals
Let my love pass
Through ever-changing life
Into atmospheres that bathe her,
Clothe her, and scent her so her laughter peals;
Her echoes touch my lonely room,
Send me through melody
Dancing to her
Portals
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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Comments: 26
I love it!
I agree, elizabeth. Thank you for the sentiment.
Well, thank you, Virginia.
Thank you, T Cheri.
Thank you, John.
Thank you, Amy. I can't wait to see one of yours grace the Rictameter Group pages.
Your fascinating rictameter early on gave me the idea for the Rictameter Group, Manoj. Thank you, again.
My pleasure, Jim. Thank you.
Thank you, Marianne. I appreciate that.
My pleasure, Anne. Thank you.
Let my love pass
Through ever-changing life
Into atmospheres that bathe her,
Clothe her, and scent her so her laughter peals;
This desire that your love be endless through life for her happiness is poetic sentiment at its finest. Really nice.
Thank you, Tom. Once in a while this happens; I don't really know why; but as with all poetry, my heart starts to beat in such a way my mind synchronizes with it, and the resulting passion overflows to the page. Sometimes it's even readable!
I appreciate the blessing, Robin, and cherish it. Thank you.
This is excellent !
I find your use of 'concrete images' to be superb.
My favorite line is:
' Her echoes touch my lonely room'
In my mind I felt drawn into that poem/ room as if it were a metaphor for your mind being held in the cup of a woman's hands.
I would be honored if you might find the time to visit my gather page and read my poem that I wrote and have posted there about the snows of Fairbanks (where I used to live).
with warm wishes,
Madame 'X'
I can just see this lovely waif dancing through a very happy life -- in white satin slippers-- and there you are being drawn right to her "... through melody Dancing to her Portals."
Thank you for this lovely vision
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