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I once took a lover
Substantial as the undertow
He sang…
He sang my pulse a metronome
As mermaids surfaced mesmerized
~
He showed me between his strong legs
Thick hairs, long soaked in the moon
Permeated with his strength and compassion
~
To love and be loved is evermore
His words becoming the flesh of dreams
I moved like seaweed in his tides
Undulate and grounded
Melding with the cello of his landing
~
Compelled, the spirits
Shuffling wistfully in dust
Remembered their names
Became eager for color
Incanted lullabies
Spellbound by our heat
As it rose to claim them
~
Proud, my body animal
Went to ground bearing seed
I became witness and thunder
Rounded and swelling in storms
Unfolding broad wings bearing rain
A haloed tunnel of bone and cusp
~
All forgotten in the first cry of birthing
As in this moment my world split in two
And continued to divide into ocean and land
Both realms indigenous to the lost souls of Man.
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Artist: “Whispers” Monique Passicot
Quite sensational, Jana, and what a beautifully lyrical title, too — many congratulations on this superb piece of work.
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Thank you Hariod… sometimes there’s an emergence, a bubbling up, from unknowing that has a mythical rhythm. Something the birds probably know more about…
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What a creation story. Beautiful Jana.
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Thanks Chris! As we are both experiencing….One sees the neatest things while dangling upside down.
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You create exquisite images that bloom in context. Brava, Jana!
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Thank you Bonnie…. in that dark fertile ground of being!
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synchopated rhythms
~
while remembering
Bonnie Bluecloud
an aboriginal girl sitting
beside me in grade 1
~
all I could recall
was her
quiet humility
~
I drew a similar sketch
an image with 2 individuals
cheek to cheek
idealizing a sense of trust
~
but I couldn’t
find a pose
for the hands
~
visualizing a friendship
that I never knew
or created
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Funny how that is…. quiet, emotive transferences of being. A beautiful story Geo. Thank you!
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“Proud, my body animal..” Your poem, like so much other great art– an antidote for all those centuries of shame.
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John, thank you for your insightful comment. I felt I was mending a broken seam in the writing of this.
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this visceral sensuality and presence is rarely accomplished in language… tremendous
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So you felt it too huh? You have me in tears Nathan. This just welled up one day, I swear… all it took was a needle and thread
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You’re a wondrous sort…
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put me in mind of… https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-forgotten-dialect-of-the-heart/
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perfect title… thank you Nathan
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You really nailed it with this one Jana! Sensual and perfectly formed it enfolded and enchanted my night…
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Thank you John…”enfolded” is a most beautiful word.
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