a response to Rainer Maria Rilke’s Duino Elegies below is the second of ten poems.
Noble words revolve
like wisps passing through my stars
touching grace.
A temporary, fractious glory
flings my arms like backward wings
with feather tips,
spread in sweet torture.
Wandering tension throbs in this dark belly of thought,
the first birth or dismembering of consciousness,
buttering me with music
sugaring my experience
gifting me with choice
to see the autumn harmony
falling on invisible shoulders
and nuzzle in to hummus here.
OH luminosity and wrath,
what is my excuse for garnering golden borders
where only liquid song slides?
Silver Poetry 
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Love this from The Silverpoetry Lady.
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xxxxx thankyou
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My pleasure as always. 😉
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Lovely poetry and definitely a beautiful work of art. And here is the link to my Urban Meditation post. I want you to see the progression of the whole series.
http://wp.me/p1f97v-CP
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thankyou! I am checking yours out right now
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“flings my arms like backward wings
with feather tips,
spread in sweet torture.”
Oh my gosh. What an image. Absolutely gorgeous.
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Thankyou… I seem to need a million ways to describe my chest splitting open… its how I feel often when i think of the oneness of the universe…..ironic really or maybe representative of freedom from form…. but then i when i think form is spirit too there is a kind of relief…
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That’s how I picture you, actually…like a phoenix…every form, over and over and over again. It’s a funny thing, the internet. If I sat down with you in reality, I’d be half waiting for you to be reborn before my eyes…LOL.
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I wouldn’t disappoint you 😉
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You’re funny xxx
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Hahaha. No? Well, if I ever make it to Australia….. 😉
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it would be happiness and a teapot i think
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I think so, yes. 🙂
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I love thed Duino Elegies tiöo. Beautiful response you´d made here.
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i thank YOU 🙂
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Like SwirlGirl…that line really painted a lasting image for me…beautiful poetry and art.
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wonderful, Angel xx
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Friend ~ I promise, I felt like that silver liquid in a barometer (can’t remember the name! Yeesh!} A total immersion of beautiful silver! What a bath! xo
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oooh that would be mercury I find mercury fascinating…how serendipitous too because I was just talking about MERCURY with my man this very morning and there was a distinct M in the froth on my cappuccino! !
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That poem by Rainer Maria is one of those that can fill pages and pages for what she’s describing and your poem does justice to the sentiment behind it. Rainer is so metaphysical and yours is so visual and thanks for sharing both!
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you are welcome x
i find the rilke work mesmerising…
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Your facility with the language makes for easy comprehension of your subject. I so enjoy reading your words! 😎
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thanks, thats either a compliment or an observation of my simplicity hahaha
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Not simplicity — just the opposite, in fact. You make any idea easier to understand because you have such a gift for the language. 😎
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i know you meant that xxx was just trying on a humble attitude for size …hmmm didn’t fit… THANKyou sweet lady xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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You are very welcome.
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I am definitely bending my mind to this last verse:
“what is my excuse for garnering golden borders
where only liquid song slides?”
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🙂 that line is my deepest question
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The last two lines are almost pure genius. What a glorious, senses-filled serenade! Wonderful!
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🙂 xx
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