From On High

I'm away for a day or two but with this, I leave my affection with you.

Excellent

And what a gift it is. Thank you~

Devoted to the larger essence of Spring.

Brilliant, my dear! :-)

Hugs and blessings - S.

Thanks, once again, Adrian... May you relish your 'aloneness' time...

This is wonderful, Adrian...:) It made me smile..

Your lovely dance inspired me Cheryl.

That honeyed Spring (or Fall, depending) stirs the brew for us all.

Thanks and see you in a couple.

Sky clad satellites dancing in orbits with a birds eye view of our globally self centered goings ons. You're already experienced. Welcome, Miss operator, to the conversation.

Brings to mind the Northern Lights, my friend. Wonderful imagery. The world wide net. !!!

You are so wise. Will miss you. I see Redoubt waited until you arrived to blow. (smile)

If I dream of a sari-clad satellite, it will be a beautiful dream.

The last line seals it with a twist. I imagine it and wonder.

This is stunning. What an imagination you have!

I love your sentient satellite, and I think this is my favorite of your poems so far.

I suggest that you add "pre-simulationist" to your tags.

Thank you for posting this to The Surreal Circus. You are now featured.

Ade>

Oh my.

Naked sattelites are a real turn-on for me. I'll beep you when I'm in range. Bringing hydraulic fluid.

swirl multi-colored soft silk
touching face to face
splendid entrancement
dancing to night's promise

I practice listening over a long distance, ear down onto the rail, or conch shell into eccentric circles; circles such as these Gatherish connections. I'm now away from daily "G" doings, but hold you all in me thoughts.

So glad you enjoyed this hushed, half clad hallelujah. It was fun to write and quite the honor to have been featured with the Surreal Circus, Ms A.

Ade

(Rick, hurry with the hydraulic fluid... or as my older Uncle would have said, "OILCAN...oilcan!!")

Oh my dancing silken wonder, there's a chill breeze just right for waking senses long at rest.
New buds pert and tawny, upright on the boughs waving unencumbered as ancient I whirl.

Here is one writing to be kept on the shelf of the other side of my moon.
Your subtle analysis of psychology is additional icing on your writings.
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Ann told me to really scrutinize this extraordinary poem, so I have. And she is right about what you´ve done here--by my lights, with great dexterity, wit, and an expansive Whitmanesque voice.

This is in many ways a pre-Simulationist poem, my dear Adrian.

It is a truly original and inventive ludic fantasy on multiplex consciousness; its long breath free verses riff on the self in relationship to others, even a self that is artificially intelligent, the cyborg as metaphor; and it is gloriously aware both of the evolution of supercomplexity on earth, as well as the importance of chaos as part of the equation for sentience not only to occur, but to flourish in a fully soulled way.

I enjoyed this to no end, especially since I´ve also just written a poem where the speaker--a self-aware talking parrot, trapped in a space station--addresses anyone and no one on earth ¨from on high¨: http://tinyurl.com/d96ecw

Mine is light and subversive, yours is grander, more philosophical and gloriously lyrical. But the two complement each other nicely as reflections on different kinds of possible consciousness out there both in the sublunar realm (see Thomas Nagel, ¨What Is It Like To Be a Bat¨, and then generalize to parrot or satellite!) as well as the greater empyrean.

A superb effort, Adrian Eve.

In transposing identity's housing to a satellite, the voice of this poem focuses on the internal dialogues with love and separation separated from physical encounters, with expanded potentials and heightened awareness of intent in creation's moment-to-moment dialgues with human interplay. The insistence of the sari's surface decoration is so delightful and I guessed early that it would close this poem as magically as it does. Your poetic dance with consciousness activations is wrought from a highly-developed understanding of self-as-interpretor as well as co-creator. The love of the process of delegating emotional prioritizations in even extra-terrestrially morphed identity pose, humors while it captivates the reader with a certain gentle strength that plays and teases while it seriously asks questions of great import. The suggestion that soulvoice might exist without be housed in any paricular body is the most provocative of them all for me. Wonderful poem! Thanks for connecting......(I'll turn the light down when you're around (smiling).

Lovely poetry, profound messages. Mona was right...you are a wonder!

Such a light feel!

Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !

Very nice... but a word of warning: be sure the weather's right before you drop the sari. The cool night sky is one thing but some places are still finishing up winter... ;-)

How deep is the ocean? not as deep as you my sister of thought & spirit. I love this.

Lovely images, twisting and changing like a dream.

She seems an entirely celestial creature, free to travel all the planes of creation.