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Jaye

Contributed by Durango on Friday, 4th May 2018 @ 10:47:09 PM in AEST
Topic: dedicatedpoems



 

I know her more than a shadow knows the light

But less than tomorrow knows this night,

I know her more than the naked face of the Lone Ranger;

She writes inside my mind, still I know her as a stranger.

 

Can she be known through her verses of poetry

Or a small still frame that’s doling out a smile?

She unveils the words we seldom hear in dreams

And arranges them in coeval style.

 

Can I know what lies behind her tulip moon,

Or dare I pluck the bud before its bloom?

She breathes over my shoulder

In a presence of written words that linger.

 

I believe her mind is built inside an open ceiling plan

With massive windows pouring in the sun,

I see an indulgence for breakfast outside

Writing with feet submerged in water, by the dockside.

 

Just what is it that I know of her?

As she wrote, “you only see what you look for”;

What is there, whether I see it or not

Is creativeness and insight on the spot.

 

I can march along the cadence of her poems;

How sad the song of poetry is lost upon the modern era

 But still dances in the arid souls

 like raging rivers in the bare Sahara.

 

I know, I believe, I see

That she must be:

Positive, diverse, witty, enlightening, vigilant,

Amusing, investigative, encouraging, cogent

And flying her free flag unfurled,

A presence that widens the windows of my world.


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by MoonlitAngel on Saturday, 5th May 2018 @ 11:55:50 PM AEST
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a beautiful look at the feeling of knowing someone through their written words. I love this


Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Sunday, 6th May 2018 @ 12:34:39 AM AEST
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What an honor. I am awestruck, truly. Thank you for your generous perceptions and gracious compliments. You have hung a painting of me for all to see and I am so appreciative of the time and effort you spend reading my poetry. Thank you.
softerware (Jaye)


Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 6th May 2018 @ 06:52:05 AM AEST
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your captivating style is more than just
style. You write like an original and I do not know if it
is just poetry, or dialogue, that makes me think.
You know, the beauty of words, to make one think.
Lots of things stick without saying to many. The hero
takes you by the hand and shows you around town,
this memory before memory that might shape who one
becomes, perhaps silent or shy, maybe who starts off
only listening, and then brash, cutting edge, yet still
so young with so much time left in adolescents,
And then, wham. The adult, or something like that.
The expectation, and the running thin of expectations,
maybe later on in afterthought some sinking feeling one
has, feeling kind of small, not really having the sense
to compete or feel cool, or to be one of the cool people.

Anyway, you go on, you go on and get past all that.
Yet, still it never leaves. The willow tree is there
when you were bold, and you were innocent, where
you would lay underneath, thinking about your hero,
who took you around town, and where you were introduced to others and pretended to be just
like all of them, and you listened, and nodded,
even though you never understood.

Anyway, Durango - this is what you have the ability
to conjure up. You have great talent!

Peace!



Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Monday, 7th May 2018 @ 01:19:55 AM AEST
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What a lovely tribute to a star!


Re: Jaye (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Tuesday, 22nd May 2018 @ 11:42:15 PM AEST
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Echo all comments above!

Invierno




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