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She found me first
While looking for her
Was really I…?
My name echoed
through thick stone
Got not petrified
Instead,
identified
She was there
In every corner
Observing
Granting
Praising me
Inevitably trying to dodge
That I heard that soothing word
Which is my sobriquet
Through her enlightenment
Sweeter voice
That of hush and amity
Haven and heaven
Fugue and abide
And no anticipation.
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8 comments:
nice...this feels good and sounds like she made quite the impression on your life...the line on naming being identified...how true the way it affects us to have someone naming us...
Now THIS is good! THIS is one of my top eleven favorites of yours, Sweeter poet.
That final 'verse', ending "no anticipation". THIS is how 'serenity' is defined. And the woman offering herself as in a surrender to that Power of the Universe...Oh! Good!
Excitement joined with PEACE. How can that be? It just IS!
"She" has nice lips, as if drinking from the sea--or replenishing it.
Baby, Sweetie, you have hit the nerve today!
<3
I liked 'Autumn' header--better. But this is smaller, nice, of course. I just like B I G !!
Finding of one's inner spirit... Wonderful write Sweets...
Nice warm and so in tune with emotion.
I love reading your writing.
The PostMan
http://postcardsinthewind.blogspot.com/
Gorgeously written.I love the way you write.Always a learn whenever I read your works.You bring words together and make them belong.Just Lovely!
Evey time I read such beuatiful words as yours, I wish I could write poetry...
Lovely image to complement you words as well.;)
xoxo
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