Finding the sweet me
is a forever journey
a soul trip
to inner space
amongst the mist
worlds that
exist ed
before I could think
When my heart was jupiter
and you my mother
my father
my feathered gods that
swung me left and right
up up
missing the fan blades
instilling a grounded earthly love
for something
blue and green
a painterly lean
a thick plastering of sensational life
I flew the roads and climbed the mountainous peaks
dancing the backs of cashmere goats
I have breathed shallow on the arsenicum ridges
been plaintive in my call
but strength becomes me now
and oceans float my
salty toes
to shore
Finding the
sweet
in the folds of satin ink
amongst wildflowers and faces
a journey
pink
and incomplete
Silver Poetry 
Oh my, the words just soar. Wonderful.
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Thanks Jane, flying today on happiness and gratitude 🙂
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well…a fitting title…this was so sweet, the drawing, simple yet magnetic…loved it
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Thankyou, I like the word magnetic. very nice word xxx
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xxx right back!
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So delightful in its tone.
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Thanks, I didn’t think much about this one just let it out!
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Sweet indeed. “dancing the backs of cashmere goats”…heh. I’ve gotta try that sometime. Sounds fun. 🙂
You are simply divine.
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Not so sure I have developed the balance for it in reality! but metaphorically its a magical pastime!
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Hahaha. Now, the reality of that is quite the image. 😀
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wonderful! beautiful and all!
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Thankyou I am glad you enjoyed!
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I loved this, as when I read it I imagined myself outside my body. It gives the reader an ability to become something else, free, maybe?
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well thank you, that is an aspiration to have as a poet to bring readers a sense of freedom, feels lovely to have succeeded xx
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Sweet and incomplete, yes that is our journey in a nutshell. Beautiful post. Thank you for reminding me what I’m doing here.;)
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you are welcome!! thank you, your comment makes me happy 🙂
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Sweet? Yes! The great thing about poetry is the interpretation that can be orchestrated by its readership. My interpretation, and you may shake your haea at me if I am so wrong…is seagulls! Or maybe an albtraoss…a sea bird let us say…arrrr me harties!
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haha! go for it, seagulls it is! i am a seagull …have you read ‘Jonathon livingstone seagull’ by richard bach?
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No, no I have not. But now that you mention it, I’ll be sure to search across all Heaven and Earth until I find it.
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just about a little seagull who wanted to be different…. my dad gave it to me when I was sixteen and so began my personal development journey x
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ooohhhh I want to dance on the backs of cashmere goats now too
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and you can xx make sure you breathe deeply though u have got to stay in command of yourself or they’ll buck you off!
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🙂
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“pink and incomplete” – lovely!
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thankyou darling xxx
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I am constantly in awe how you make the words fit together
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really! but you are so good at fitting them yourself! Thankyou Sir David xxxxxx
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I find the verse “missing the fan blades” very provocative.
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Well that bit of the poem is true!
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“… but strength becomes me now
and oceans float my
salty toes
to shore …”
Both mighty and gentle. I like it. 🙂
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Thankyou Megan! I appreciate your keen eye x
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I like “oceans floating my salty toes to shore.” You do have a way of finding the right words. Really enjoyed reading this.!
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Thanks… I had read someones poetry just before and she spoke of her salty feet so as I wrote and salty toes popped through I though…wow i think i have been influenced!
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superior ! ~Deborah
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Thanks D xxxxxxx
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I love your blog Deborah and have decided to put you on The Silver Cat’s A list- like an award except you don’t have to anything but bask in my appreciation!
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THANK you friend ~thank you for your kindness and beautiful soul that seeps out in your unforgettable poetry! I humbly accept ~ Always your follower & faithful friend ~Deborah
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you are welcome l o v e xxx
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Oh your words are just like sweet honey! What delight! I love the sweet movement of the words you write here. The “sweet me”…it has me thinking about my own “sweet me.” Mine too is a “journey pink and incomplete!” Thank you for sharing. Love to you and your words and your heart! Lisa
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Thankyou darling xxxxxxxxx I am so thrilled with what you say, it was my singular intention when writing this poem that readers felt their own sweet me!! you are a pleasure xx
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All hail sweet you, dear Silver one, for “Sweet Me”, nebulous & intangible…
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so intangible as to keep me on my toes like a child catching sun dust
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Reblogged this on jomul7 and commented:
her poems are always so colorful or appealing to senses and this one is sweet indeed 🙂
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