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You Knew

Posted on: 7 February 2007

Sleep: Salvador Dali ~ 1937

Slumber, my welcome friend eluded me
In the silent blackness of the night
Alone, shocked, surprised
My thoughts wandered to you
Intoxicating these thoughts be
I swore, I swore you were real
For in the dark radiance glowed
Perception of the flicker of your smiling lips
And the flash, the fix of your knowing eyes
Yet
In flesh we had never met
I marked you by your voice, your words
Their tenor, their rhythm
Their unerring wisdom
I took as read your warmth and comfort
You being the hero of my imaginings
Yet in truth your mission was of another kind
As awareness dawned on my soporific mind
Your cruel, your brutal intent
I struggled with all my strength
My power, my might
I fought this battle
Scratching, kicking, biting
I fought and fought
You let me
You fought not back
You knew
You knew in time I would submit
Surrender myself; yield body and soul
Concede defeat
You knew
You knew the need in me
More than I could ever comprehend or see
Under your hand the burden lightened
Relief, oh blessed release
Your mission, your calling, your intent
Was an act of compassion and love
To beget nirvana, peace, and sacred sleep

copyright 2007 ann raven

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

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Write, for example, ‘The night is starry

and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.

The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

and these the last verses that I write for her.

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There’s a blog out there in blogdom called Wordless Wednesday where lots and lots and lotsa people link themselves; don’t ask me any more, but it seems that pics get posted and that’s it. If you want to know more, check it out.

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I haven’t linked myself since none of these pics are mine, being a non-photographer so far (new camera is on its way as I type, according to Amazon).

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Anyway I think everyone there posts their own work. Still, it’s an interesting concept and since a picture speaks a thousand words I hope something here speaks to you…

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For animal lovers

For my daughter… like she needs to be told twice

For gardeners and flower lovers

oh, of course, I couldn’t leave out V-lovers

I have had the most dreadful night. Sleep often eludes me but mostly I lay there awake contentedly just thinking and musing and not that tired nor desperate for sleep. Last night was different. I was desperate and staring at the clock and trying to switch off. In my head I created the most amazing poetry and wrote down not one word… can I remember it? No! However there is definitely one trying to get out… just not such an amazing one. (Since I posted this post… the one trying to get out got out here)

Then I tried a different tack… mr & mrsbg. Well bad boy Bobby becomes an angel… did I write down one word? Can I remember it? No! However there is definitely one of these trying to get out too and Bobby Bobby… well you’ll just have to wait and see.

But, through my sleeplessness I searched my addled brain and remembered a beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda that I have just posted at London-Love… I defy anyone to say it is not fitting for dearest Bob and Novalynne.

Still, I could not sleep. I was hot… I was cold. At 3.30 I was mesmerized by a winter wonderland of frost; apparently 6″ of snow is due tomorrow. Strange thing is, I had no problem practically falling asleep at my desk at work yesterday. So… whose fault is it? Well all mine of course. As I was tidying the kitchen before going to bed, I stupidly and unthinkingly (is there such a word) drained the contents of a bottle of diet-coke. What do they put in that stuff?

I am so tired now, I’m gonna drink some more to keep me going the rest of the day… doh!!!!!


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

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