And so here we are, at the comical downfall of yet another great imperial power.
My dear, the gods could place us underground among dirt balls and bad water and I would weep with gratitude to touch your face in the dark. I do not need to live as a big cat smelling your musk in my late summer mane to get high.
I get high by your side in any skin suit.
Twelve thousand years ago we watched the humans and wolves come together. Then we ambled over the cracked earth in our caravan. We had our own pride, our own healing tongues, the sun and each other.
We had no words, only the holy language of understanding everything was ours with each other, and nothing by ourselves in the dark.
I am awake while you rest. I have scratched promises into the sky and marked this patch of earth with gouges, tonight and thousands of years ago. I did this for us and all who come after.
This clearing is ours because we are here.
42 comments:
very nice...really like the second half of this...the scratching in for those that come...leaving a legacy...the specialness of being granted that understanding...and stellar closing line...
Great write, really like the closing, as it's so true, that's all one really needs.
I love this!!!!! :)
Awesome! I loved this! I especially loved that last line "My home is where you rub up against me"
Blessings, Joanne
P.S. Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog.
Deliciously yummy poem. I want to liquify it and shoot it straight into my veins. xo
The rubbing against me part makes me think of my cats - although I don't think that was the intention.
I like the line, my home is where you rub up against me too!
This piece makes me yearn for a true love, one which exists in only fairy tales, the movies or in poetry. But I keep dreaming that someday I'll find this type of love, what's life without dreams?
Have a great day Ed.
I unfolded unto your words that breathed histories into my own untold stories. I slipped into reverie, again. Rats.
oh ed..i absolutely fell in love with these lines...
I am awake while you rest. I have scratched promises into the sky and marked this patch of earth with gouges, tonight and thousands of years ago. I did this for us and all who come after.
this is gorgeous...and leaves me tumbling breathless in the sky...
Powerful and lovely! Just like a lion...
If I say any more than this, I'll ruin the perfect moment you have just created in my mind.
Thank you.
The entire timeline and your own modern life terrific film through my mind! Your past life and now life metaphorically speaking.Thanks.
Extremely well written.
If only ...
... you have written Eden.
"My home is where you rub up against me." --ed, i love love love this line :) x
thanks so much for the sugar:)
marion, i want to swallow what you said whole.
darlin, there is a substantial amount of dreaming going on in this poem, for sure. i love the dynamic energy of a special love and i wanted to lace this poem with it.
lisa, sweet.
claudia, now i know how to tumble breathlessly through the sky, because you showed me with words.
seasideauthor, it certainly wasn't air tight, but i thought looser still held a firm picture better. or hoped:)
oooh... romantic and sexy and magnetic, this.
This is incredible.
You are so gifted! It's rare to find such amazing talent.
Beautiful and romantic, Ed... I get high off of this! I love the ending, too.
You write so beautifully!
We had no words, only the holy language of understanding everything was ours with each other, and nothing by ourselves in the dark.
*Sigh* This and all your poem is beautifully written.
mmmm... love in a world where time has run its course and looped back on itself. ageless and instinctual.
the unbearable beauty in the Truth of true equals.
i can't wait to read more...
so glad we've met.
So beautifully written, Ed.
Great write up... Loved the way you ended it..!!
bright and beautiful :)
I like smell, taste and texture of your writing. If about animals, you could have fooled me...
"My home is where you rub up against me. " Great imagery here~
LOVE that final line. This was great one, Ed.
truly phenomenal...
"My dear, the gods could place us underground among dirt balls and bad water and I would weep with gratitude to touch your face in the dark. "
and also...
"I get high by your side in any skin suit."
funny, I dont often get the urge to write prose pieces and I did yesterday...then I read you today and here this brilliant piece is.
"I did this for us and all who come after." gets the epic feel so well :)
this reads like a dream. that little foggy space between awareness and imagination. reminds me of what falling in love feels like in the first place. beautiful.
Your words are beauty and emotion.
"I am awake while you rest. I have scratched promises into the sky and marked this patch of earth with gouges, tonight and thousands of years ago. I did this for us and all who come after."
I am thinking, are you back? Has Dragonfly taken once more to air? Isn't it so personally greedy of me to want what I want. To want your mouth opened and the contents of your heart to spill? No more fictional colors and seasons. RAW ED. And yet even here...could be fiction. What the hell do I know. Ah but it was beautiful. I will watch the sky and gouged earth for answers.
Nice! Had to read it twice. I enjoy your writing.
And thanks for your comments on my blog.
You can't be weak to love, can you?
You have to be ferocious, and blind to everything else.
You have to live like you are timeless.
Awesome writing. Kept me wondering who you were; who she was; mysterious yet somehow comforting at the same time. Love it!
My entry this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/
your words are haunting and soothing.
love it.
have fun at poetry picnic.
what a nice blog here
do read some of my
things and sneeze
you're invited
stunning poetry.
glad to have you in.
So wonderful I loved this
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/
annie, i'd like to do a bunch of these kinds of pieces. i'm intending to. we'll see. my muses are so durn fickle:)
I so love your writing, all full of wolves and big cats and ancient times and forests. Wonderful writing. Your voice is unique - you speak in an ancient language that wakes up the collective unconscious, and starts the tom-toms thumping in the night. Wow. Going to go read some more. I think you need to write a book like this - it will make you rich!
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