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Sunday 16 February 2014

Poem: To hear you breathe

Photo of a postcard that was on a calendar.


in silence I awake, like thousand times before
conversations I keep unfolding with made-up faces
storms we create with stories we tell ourselves
the truth we find to be ice cold and lies covering like dust
we fail to keep the magic locked up
it disappears as if someone was shooting arrows at it
human voice becomes fragile against the tide of time
through a frozen forest I can still hear an echo of your voice
despite the deafening silence separating us
so lost and forgotten, yet it brings back the memories
of your touch, that sweet burning of the cheeks
I'd chase the starlight to hear you breathe
it's enough to stop the world spinning
the breath of life, which clings to us
we sell it for less or worship it for more
until we stumble and we fall
against that endless space between
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20 comments:

  1. It's such an intense poem. I can only imagine the strength of the love that can enable one to hear the 'echo of the voice through a frozen forest' I really enjoyed reading this :)

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  2. I love the way the thoughts flowed from line to line. Some very passionate expressions. I really liked the lines:

    the breath of life, which clings to us
    we sell it for less or worship it for more...

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  3. I am always impressed by the way you bring the verse to conclusion.
    The setting of the scene in the first few words, the tale woven from there on to the ending with that endless space between creates an evocative effect. Well-penned.
    -HA

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  4. very intense and powerful thoughts

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  5. To hear an echo of a voice...despite the silence separating: This is a very vivid image. Your poem gives me a feeling of loneliness, sadness as I read it. And at the end I feel myself falllllinnnnggg.

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  6. i'd chase starlight to hear you breathe...that line caught me...and then the selling it for less or worshipping for more...there is a truth in that that gave me pause natasa

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  7. The last six lines were quite lovely and moving.best part of the poem.

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  8. You know 'storms we create with stories we tell ourselves' hit me vigorously. I must confess that I have created several such storms. Lovely poem Natasa, I could really associate myself with this.

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  9. I like the deep longing....and the star image..

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  10. There is such sadness here, especially in the last several lines--it seems inevitable--the loss

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  11. "I'd chase the starlight to hear you breathe
    it's enough to stop the world spinning" so many beautiful lines woven through this poem.

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  12. Very powerful expression of loss and loneliness! Your poem made me wonder about what created the loss in the first place.

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  13. O. this is divine.. though sad.. I can see many reasons for those nightly voices.. both haunting and comforting... Somehow I feel a tone of regret in your nightly visits... Intense it is --- I agree

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  14. Natasa, these are so lovely verses. sad, but still romantic.
    "the truth we find to be ice cold" : oh, wow! :)

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  15. Natasa,

    It is indeed, 'the endless space between,' that causes the separation and the restlessness. Loved the sadness and yet the desire for hope.

    Eileen

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  16. A very passionate write. And the gentle flow of your thoughts is quite engaging. It's as if making the reader feel like the one singing in your poem. Lovely! Smiles.

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  17. I am enchanted by the way your poem opens and closes - and in between is sheer beauty.

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  18. I'd chase the starlight to hear you breathe - I like this part ~ Your voice is very passionate ~

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  19. Flowing nicely...the last 3 lines...oh, not necessarily we have to fall ...it's all depen how we call things happened...they always can be just lessons, so next time- better try...~ powerful poem.

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