She Sits in Silence Of a melting Burning, solstice strain As daggers of time pierce The fortitude of her wounds Tainting the purity of her Coherent thoughts, she sews her bruises With the sharp edge of poetic pressure. She Cannot Speak of hurt That runs too deep To articulate Is easy face to face Strength of words guides the lonely To ink pages with threads of breath Like the sweet comfort of long lost dreams The certainity of an absolute love. # Etheree poem.
Von Smith’s spontaneous response to my Etheree
A Silent End
He Stands by Listens For the first sounds Through winter's darkness Thinking of spring to come No longer feeling hope for now In scars of yesterday's failed dreams Though they bulge on his face flaming red He closes his eyes to the memories. He Freezes His impulse His first instinct To cry out in pain For all others to see When his inner dark chanting Leaves no trace of his cold sad path No tragic footprints they can follow To the edge of the cliff at his heart's end.
Oooh, lovely yassy. Mi live doung these too. Maybe I will do another!
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Hey, Lorraine , how are you sweetheart?
Thank you 😊
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That is so gorgeous Yassy. It touched my soul. Much love to you sweetheart 🌸💕❤️
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Thank you, my High Priestess of Poetry. A compliment from you is awesome indeed. I have missed your posts for a long time now, my honey bunny. See you on yours in a bit.
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My pleasure, sweetheart. Don’t worry about my posts. Just know that I am here for you. Reading your magnificent poetry is always a treat.
xoxo
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❤️😍🤗
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🤗🌸❤️💝🧚♂️
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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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A Silent End
he
stands by
listens
for the first sounds
through winter’s darkness
thinking of Spring to come
no longer feeling hope for now
in scars of yesterday’s failed dreams
though they bulge on his face flaming red
he closes his eyes to the memories
he
freezes
his impulse
his first instinct
to cry out in pain
for all others to see
when his inner dark chanting
leaves no trace of his cold sad path
no tragic footprints they can follow
to the edge of the cliff at his heart’s end
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This is awesomely beautiful. Beautifully heartbreaking, it’s poignancy fills me up.
Look, I told you , you could write and you need no picture to prove it. You are Great on your own.
Don’t you see, Von?
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Thank you, yassy. I read your sadness and the reflection came out in mirrored words. Somethings we know from having felt them.
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Yes, Von. I would like to post this with my poem. It’s so apt. Your version of what you felt.
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Please do. It is a reflection. I could see them on separate sides of the world, looking up.
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I will try. Lol I really don’t know how.
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Think of your poem left-justified and mine right-justified.
she he
sits in listens
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Oh my! I did it. Check it out to see if it’s okay.
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Perfect! 😉
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🙏🏼
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There’s an old saying, ‘the pen is mightier than the sword’. It’s saying that a metaphor and a truth can be the same thing. Your poem made me think about it. Rare words, just like yours Yasmin. You just wrote a classic ~ George
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Thank you,George ! Are you fully recovered now ?
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Thanks for asking. I am feeling much better although the cough won’t go away. Now my mother tells me she has got it, and she smokes so you can imagine what she’s going though. It seems the whole town has it except for those like my father who had a flu jab. I wish I’d bothered to have the jab.
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It’s a viral thing, George . lol Mike was wise, btw , they still do flu jabs ?
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The chemists and doctors do the flu jabs every year. I normally have one but didn’t get around to it this year. I wish I had ~ George
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How’s the cough?
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Sorry I missed this Yasmin. I’m feeling good again. Just a few coughs. I even got in the gym today. Thanks ~ George
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Your poetry is exquisite. And I did enjoy Von’s response. The two of you should consider a contrapuntal poem as a collaboration. Well written Yasmine!
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Thank you, Brad.
I posted Von’s with mine because it was spontaneous and not planned , I rather not do collabs, I write for the pure joy of writing and maybe just a little bit of unburdening my heart.
thank you 😊
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Both are beautiful ♥️
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thank you
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Loved reading them, thank you!
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You are welcome, D. ❤️
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Thank you 😊
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These double etherees are both delightful, Yassy.
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Thank you, it’s fun doing these forms , Robbie , just like the way you do your yummy delights !
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Yes, I suppose it is similar.
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Yeah 😊
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WOW WOW WOW, I LOVE this–here’s my fave pick: “she sews her bruises
With the sharp edge of poetic pressure” ❤
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Wowsar thanks , Avy ❤️😍
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You are WOW-Welcome!! 🙂 ❤
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❤️💜🧡💛
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Oooh, a whole rainbow of hearts!
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That sounds like a nice title for a poem.
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Oh it does, doesn’t it–get to writing, girl!
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You will do wonders with that line 💜❤️
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No, I’m handing it off to you, sweetheart–I’m having to take it easy, as I was sick all weekend and am having a lot of pain. OR…we could both do it–maybe a collaboration?? 🙂 Love you ❤
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Oh ! That would be lovely. Let’s 😊
Sick? What happened? Hope you feel better now.
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Well, you know–I’m “old”, and when I get stressed (physically or mentally) the pain issues demand I rest. But no worries, God takes good care of me! And my spirits are high, so that’s the important thing–Now, let’s both see what we can come up with on a poem we can post on both our blogs!!
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I absolutely love
this etheree, Yassy 💛
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Thank you, Davideee🤗
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Here’s my (haiku) start, Yassy: “Whole rainbow of hearts
Fly, December souls, hands joined
Watch Love reign on Earth”
Let’s see what you got! 🙂 ❤
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Sorry sweetie , don’t feel up to it.
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No worries 🙂
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🤗❤️
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💝💝💝
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😍
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💙💚💛🧡💜
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Ah! You have a rainbow heart full of wisdom and appreciation 🥰
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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😊😊😊😊😊
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A Lotta-Lotta Smiles!!!
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I am always smiling when I talk to you 😊
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Oh you’re so sweet! ❤
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Nah, you are sweeter 💓
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I made another pie–pecans, caramel and a tiny bit of chocolate 🙂
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Yummeeeeee
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😊😊😊
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👍💛😋
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😉
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Ah!
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I will work on your lines. See if I can come up with something as awesome as yours
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Don’t stress out–it’s only poetry 🙂 🙂 ❤ ❤
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Yessssss🤩☺️🤗
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I really love this one. Thank you for sharing it.
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Ah! Thank you. This is is close to my heart. So happy you liked it.
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Threads of breath – your brain is beautiful
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Thank you, Katey and your heart is beautifully generous. Love your soul , so great to connect with you , maybe that is the reason I began to write again. Life gets too depressing sometimes.
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Don’t let the bad things smother the light. There is so much beauty in the world Yassy – we have need of you poems to add to the store of beauty. Keep writing – always there is the word and it waits for us.
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You are right, Katherine . I think writin is a way out of the doldrums lol and the words yearn to be written ❤️🤗
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Love this, Y!
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Oy, thank you , K !
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I agree…this is exquisite Yassy.
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Thank you, Venessa.
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❤
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❤️🧡🥰
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xo
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I am sorry to hear you aren’t feeling well. This poem is beautiful.
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Thank you, I feel better now. Thank you so much.
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Thank you, my dear Katherine.
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Oh my, my, my. I don’t even know what to say. It is just so breathtaking.
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You say the sweetest things , Maggie. It’s your dear heart ❤️ that is so enormously generous.
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I don’t know about all that but I know what I said is true 🙂
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Sorry for replying late , Maggie.
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It’s never late. You are always right on time 🙂 ❤
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❤️🧡🤗
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GAHH this is so beautiful! I love itt! ❤️
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Thank you, sweet one 🤗❤️
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I really liked your blog did a good job by publishing this blog
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Thank you very much.
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Gorgeous poetry. The lines “she sews her bruises With the sharp edge of poetic pressure” totally got me. Excellent writing.
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Thank you, Tara 🤗🙏🏼
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Wow!
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Thank you, Simon.
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You’re welcome, Yassy.
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Awesome piece
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Thank you 🙏🏼
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Your welcome
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😊❤️
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