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Grounds For Expression

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Intimate Images enter my mind

Painting a Passionate picture of Peace
As sensuous strains of a classic guitar
Float softly above the din

The atmosphere suggests a forest
Dark and cool, wild and wondrous
Nature’s bounty, unpretentious
In a pretending sort of way

Underneath the artificial shade
Of an idealistic mystic wooded glade
Drift serenades that reminisce
Lingering on a long-lost lover
And some soft sweet gentle kiss

This magical moment, mysteriously moody
Amidst vivid visions of modernized beauty
Snatched from a dreamer’s secret fancy
Private prayers of pure romancing

So here I sit sipping cappuccino
As I search for some deep hidden meaning
In pages of a fabrication
Made for freaks like me

But I am not so strange tonight
I’m here without my darker side
And think perhaps this eve was tailored
To keep me ultimately growing

The spirit of this place is warm
It fills my heart with joyful song
A moment here has never failed
To get my inner juices flowing


In the midst of commotion I sense someone watching
I scan around slowly to search for your stare

I can feel your focus and as always I can see
You’re still too busy to stop what you’re doing
To steep in the stillness and drink deep this fragrance with me

We’ll shortly find some way, I’m sure
To capture an action together soon
Or maybe we’ll have to catch up with each other
A little bit later some other late night

This is the briefness you’ve bought for your fans
With your blossoming popularity
It’s the price we all paid and I guess that’s all right
But in fact it finally got too hard to fight


So I smirk instead at the music man
And chuckle at his parody
His pick is misplaced and his pocket is picked
Just to make another melody

I’m gleaming at the gathering
And surrounding conversation
It never has been quite as close as just me
And my very own private crowd before

I wasn’t sure I would like it that much
Or find true inspiration
But what I found instead was an arousing revelation

There’s always a friend here or sometimes you meet one
Sometimes seems like family the way they all greet you
And I may have something to say about that
So I hope you don’t mind if I ramble a bit...

…I put this together with mix matching meter
I suppose a true poet would call me a cheater
But I think that’s too unimportant to matter

I’m not so anal that things like that bother me
Since, after all, some of this rhymes...
and some doesn’t

Whatever everything means makes the difference
Between thoughts and feelings behind what gets said
How it gets into your life is irrelevant
This is just how it came out of my head


But one thing for certain your heart can be sure of
Whenever your fate brings your feet through these doors
Your cares are cast off and your spirit’s at rest...
Because just at this moment the world is all yours

A sigh of relief and a crack of the bones
At last just to know that your soul has come home

Yes, I feel you watching me
I’ll talk to you eventually
Or just catch up with you again
And so… until next time, my friend.

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Apr. 16th, 2012 11:30 pm (UTC)
Love this, I have a deep affection for forests, and woods. Sitar music stirs me, I felt all this in the mix you presented. Made me scurry to look at poems I wrote long ago,....thank you.
Apr. 17th, 2012 05:06 pm (UTC)
Thanks! The forest / wooded glade in this piece is only a suggestion, but I'm glad it brought you to a place that you feel connected to. Thanks for reading!
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:12 am (UTC)
"Since, after all, some of this rhymes...
and some doesn’t"

Made me laugh! And that's so neat, too, the way you go from wistful to sensual to funny to almost angry throughout the poem, moving from feeling to feeling. Very interesting going with those shifts!
Apr. 18th, 2012 03:23 pm (UTC)
Aheheh.... I'm glad it made you laugh. There's nothing terribly angry in the piece, though, perhaps a few moments of minor frustration... you can pick it up in the voice post, I think, you can hear it in my tone. But, yeah, it's sort of follows the travels of a stream of consciousness, if one were thinking in poetic form (and I sometimes do!). Thanks for reading.

Edited at 2012-04-18 03:28 pm (UTC)
Apr. 17th, 2012 03:34 am (UTC)
you wont respond but I must say
Real poets understand
There are no true rules to poetry
and those who must insist
for rules they must follow
usually are doomed
too write verse quite bland
so you see
Most enjoy the shifts
of inspired words
as they filter threw such gloom
Apr. 17th, 2012 12:29 pm (UTC)
You have some really beautiful images here. Well done!
Apr. 18th, 2012 03:45 pm (UTC)
Thanks, happy to know they resonated with you. And thanks for reading!

Edited at 2012-04-18 03:45 pm (UTC)
Apr. 17th, 2012 01:25 pm (UTC)
Beautiful imagery.
Apr. 18th, 2012 04:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you liked it, and thanks for reading!
Apr. 17th, 2012 02:05 pm (UTC)
I've studied Modern and Contemporary Poetry. Some modern poets are almost formalist, some are as free form as you are.

I think the "rule" is the content should be pleasing to the ear when read aloud and to the minds eye.

This accomplishes both.

The internal rhymes and easy alliteration are probably better than an ABAB or ABBA rhyme scheme that can be taught to a third grader (and I use both or neither in own my poetry).

You combine the nature images with some of the revelation of the later confessional poets. I think the end result is very strong.
Apr. 18th, 2012 04:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the technical assessment... that actually carries a lot weight with me, and I'm glad you liked it, too. It flowed naturally for me, pretty much start to finish... I wrote it one sitting, but, once I had, I realized it had the rhythmic feel of a sort of drumbeat piece, and was almost more effective when spoken. Glad you enjoyed the sound of it, too... the LJ VP is never as impressive to me as if I'd actually created a genuine recording, but I'm not sure where I've put my Yeti, so this will have to do. Thanks for reading (and listening).
Apr. 17th, 2012 06:15 pm (UTC)
This is beautiful. :)
Apr. 18th, 2012 04:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm happy you connected that way with it, and thanks for reading!
Apr. 18th, 2012 04:31 am (UTC)
I wish I could feel the sense of peace and serenity you communicate in this poem.

I love music and I love poetry... but I'm no damned good at either.

Lovely and haunting. Thanks for sharing this.
Apr. 18th, 2012 04:20 pm (UTC)
It was a peaceful moment in a serene setting for me... the communication just flowed. This was the inspiration of an evening at one of my favorite haunts where I know the owner (I actually knew him before he bought the place, just a warehouse, then, and turned it into something lovely). I'm happy to know it connected strongly with you, and thanks for reading!
Apr. 18th, 2012 05:32 am (UTC)
I’m not so anal that things like that bother me
Since, after all, some of this rhymes...
and some doesn’t

I love the way your sense of humor tends to come out in your entries. There's a sort of natural flow to most of this poem, and then this line comes along and half falls out the door, and it's a representation of itself, which I really like. :D
Apr. 18th, 2012 04:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I like my writing to reflect me, and I tend to want to think of myself as the type who doesn't take myself too seriously, and can remember to laugh, even when I'm being otherwise serious. Life's too short and too complicated to let yourself get overwhelmed all the time... I'm glad to know that comes through in my writing. And thanks for reading!
Apr. 18th, 2012 07:48 pm (UTC)
This was so neat. I love how it started rather formal but then your personality came out with some whimsy and it ended up feeling very personal and friendly. Nice job!
Apr. 18th, 2012 09:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks... I like to keep folks on their toes, in writing, and in life. ;) Glad you liked it, and thanks for reading!
Apr. 19th, 2012 12:46 pm (UTC)
I really, really enjoyed this, and I'm glad I listened to the voice as well, because it's lovely to hear other people's voices and accents and the poem somehow reads better aloud than it does on the page.

All the images; I loved where your mind was taken by this.
Apr. 19th, 2012 07:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! You're the first person who's actually responded to the recording... I was beginning to think everyone else had missed it. Funny how one doesn't always think of oneself as having an accent, though of course naturally I would to anyone not from my part of the world. I'm particularly flattered, of course, that you enjoyed the flow of my mental stream of consciousness. Thanks so much for reading, and for your kind words.
Apr. 19th, 2012 03:31 pm (UTC)
I love the alliteration particularly :)
Apr. 19th, 2012 07:07 pm (UTC)
Thanks! That comes from my feeling that words should be rhthymic, and sound good when you say them... stems out of my first love being music. Glad you enjoyed this, and thanks for reading!
Apr. 20th, 2012 12:35 am (UTC)
This seems very different from you. Really beautifully worded and filled with some really fantastic and strong imagery. I'm not one who really "gets" poetry but sometimes you run across one that sticks with you. Well done.
Apr. 20th, 2012 12:51 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it, although I'm not sure what to make of the thought that it's different than me... I would hope I don't seem different from my poetry, since I was a poet before I was ever a writer. In fact, I hadn't realized for years after I'd been writing that I could even be considered a writer, because I first thought of myself as a musician and a lyricist and songwriter and poet. To me, words are all about finding the ultimate, even if tragic beauty in the impossibly unbeautiful, and bringing it out in such a way that others see it, that they are uncertain how they could have ever missed it before. I try to bring that out in my writing, too, and, it's part of the reason some of my writing is dark. But thanks very much for reading! I'm happy this spoke to you, especially since you are not always one who "gets" it... I like to think I try to connect with those folks the most naturally. Thanks for letting me know it worked.

(And, btw, that icon is by far the creepiest of yours I've yet seen, and I've on occasion been a part time clown, though, whiteface always gives me the willies, and I've never been a fan of porcelain dolls.)
Apr. 20th, 2012 01:34 am (UTC)
I was giving this a little thought and I think it struck me "differently" coming from you because I think I've come to associate a certain voice/attitude with you and the "voice" in this piece was different. In a good way, please don't misunderstand me. I like it when things get changed up. Always a good thing. I like it when people can switch gears like that (even if only in my own head) :-)

lol... yeah, I had to set aside the cheery Easter icon since the day has passed and went with something more fun and generically creepy!
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