Gone Confessions
The echo of gone confessions, sounding among dancers unable to dance. The sorrow of lovers unable to kiss, without the prying eyes of hindsight. ©AJM
City Jackdaw
Notes on a life
Gone Confessions
The echo of gone confessions, sounding among dancers unable to dance. The sorrow of lovers unable to kiss, without the prying eyes of hindsight. ©AJM
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Thank you for sharing.
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I was just thinking the other day that it has been a while since a piece of poetry gave me those shivers but you have just renewed them!
Such a beautiful poem! 🙂
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Thanks Anna. It was a very quick poem-took about a minute to write, and normally I leave them then to stew a while. I feel it may need another verse or two, but I haven’t posted one for a while so here it is. I may return to it.
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Beautiful but sad. What inspired it, if I may ask?
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It was a visual image. Sometimes I hear a word or a combination of words that trigger something, and sometimes I ‘imagine/receive’ a mental image that works the same way. I saw ‘something’ moving between dancers, standing around on a lawn, and so this was born. As I have replied to Anna’s comment, it was a very fast poem to write.
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I should also say that they were beneath the trailing limbs of weeping willow trees, so that may have set the tone of the poem.
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Lovely, more so for the story of your inspiration.
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Thanks Marie. I’m always interested in how poets/songwriters etc, write. From where comes their inspiration, and how it plays out.
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Hard to express appreciation for a poem isn’t it? Without just saying – ‘beautiful to the core’, or something terribly droll as such. Nicer to have stumbled across you – some great poetry going on here.
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Thank you very much.
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You are welcome~
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