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Saturday 12 July 2014

Poem: A small matter of falling




a rock falling into pitch blue lake – soundlessly,
with little or no effort; it makes its' way naturally,
like my heart melting when his eyes hold me captive
no air left in my lungs, only the warmth spreading
to the bottom, where all things go quiet.
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19 comments:

  1. That's really sweetly done. Love the imagery.

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  2. What a soothing image you chose.
    And words to match it to a T.

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  3. There is a strange sort of connection between the picture and the poem, when you look at one you could see the other! Good work. :)

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  4. Just beautiful...so beautiful I can really feel the moment!

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  5. A beautiful captured moment ~ I love that warmth spreading to the bottom ~

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  6. the part with falling is that you will find your way naturally...and while that silence at the bottom could be deafeningly scary for some...it also can have its peace...intriguing metaphor...

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  7. That is always a great feeling.

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  8. lovely imagery!!!

    much love...

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  9. I picture the rock falling and the heart making a similar passage inside the body. Very cool.

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  10. I like this. It is sweet, but sensual and connects with something we've all hopefully experienced. Well done!

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  11. in the silence we find peace..

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  12. " where things go quiet"...delicate and warm feelings.

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  13. exquisite!
    you seem to choose every word very carefully. so much emotions expressed in these few lines. :)

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  14. A feeling of ecstasy is invoked with calm waters as a companion! Wonderful write Natasa!

    Hank

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  15. (sighs) what a romantic poem. :)

    Jamztoma
    Jamztoma.blogspot.com

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