This strange stretching heart again!
fluttering
squirming
scratching
clawing
slicing
scraping
and biting
a
flavoursome
feverish
creature
flushed and high
boring its way through hot rivers
layed out like a woman
adorned with apples
flesh split and oozing
it’s toes make circles in
satin sand
and
swirls of colour
ascend….
star bound….. birds
turn their heads
and push their feathered wing
pressing with shoulder bones
like babies knees
inside the womb.
One must free this pumping beast
or die trying.
You always amaze with your words and artwork.
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Thanks Charles I appreciate the way you receive my work xxx
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So succinctly you explain this experience!
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I had to remove soooo many words before it even began to make any sense to me, so I am incredibly relieved you derived something from this one. It was SUCH a feeling thing, I was hard put to bring the right words to it!
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You hit the nail on the head tho’, right there, it was captured! 🙂 Amazing bit of work!!!
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Is that painting yours too?
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YEP, she is my butterfly girl 🙂 do you have Facebook? I have an artist page and am running a comp at the moment, all you have to do is pick your favourite print and tell me why and you go in a draw to win it 🙂
https://www.facebook.com/ArnaBaartzArtist
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I am now connected with you on FB and your amazing website of paintings! I hope you have a very Happy Birthday!
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Thankyou! glad to be connected with you x
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oh oh! Such potency
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🙂 thank you another one of those feelings I struggled to find words for
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I just read a poem from another person..it felt remarkably and honestly ‘human’. Now YOUR poem…it like eating a cheesecake, every piece is packed with flavour and meant to be savoured until the end. You have undeniably captured a truth in these fragrant words of yours 🙂
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oh thank you, i think as I seek to match words with the feeling (especially in this one) there is a strange connection that takes place that I don’t really understand and sometimes that wordless ‘thing’ comes through and nibbles at the readers, it nibbles at me all the time- i learn things after I write a poem – as though the wordless thing has messages- sometimes I get them sometimes I don’t! ….i have just woken up haha i think it is obvious in my reply to you! need some coffee!!
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You will discover in increasingly sharper ways that many of life’s precious things are not meant to be expressed in words…OR it may be very difficult to do so. Makes a poet’s life much more exciting 😀 I think there is a thrill we all have in that… take some experience that wasn’t understood in words and attempt to use words to share it lol
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i am seeing this and feeling this as you say increasingly! xxx
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very smooth from top to bottom. I took special interest in these couple of lines.
layed out like a woman
adorned with apples
flesh split and oozing
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🙂 well those are an interesting couple of lines!
in a way they almost don’t fit but they insisted on being so I must trust that they are meant to be there!
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powerful imagery — the words themselves beat the rhythm of the poem. Really great. I haven’t gotten anything from you for quite awhile. I hope everything goes well for you. 😎
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I am finding myself preoccupied with visual artistry more so than the wordy kind of late. but I am gearing up for a poem any minute…..!
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Hooray!! Although your other art is also lovely. 😎
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XXXXX!!!
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