Sunday, November 17, 2013

cloaked


I can not say
about Hamburg
or Prague
for I did not know
You there
though I knew
rain
It was not
the rain
Where I first
caught sight of
You cloaked tartan
and turned
to the
Shop display
Not me, allowing
that, My
Desire all the
More set
on our
Meeting and acquaintance
A Desire
that pulled us to presence, to
conversation
and candle
where I so wrapped You in
Paper placing
All Thoughts inward, within
Reach of memory
known to
the Heart
Yes, it was there I met
You between
the rain of November
and the warmth of
streets
tea lined
and tasted

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2013

Magpie Tales

33 comments:

  1. A desire that pulled us to presence...oh that's beautiful...

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    1. Thank you Tess. I really appreciate it...bkm

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  2. Same line attracted me, that desire which pulls together, the two, as if destiny is involved.
    Simple thughts all through, charmingly written.
    LIKE!!!

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    1. Good to hear from you Steve. I have been away to long. Thank you...bkm

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  3. You paint the most amazing scenes in my mind. Just gorgeous!

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    1. Thank you much. Love hearing from you...bkm

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  4. ... love the form, it propels me .. creates an urgency to unravel the story.

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    1. Thank you there are many stories in all of us. That is why I love poetry... bkm

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  5. Your words paint pictures in my mind ... lovely!

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  6. Love the ending,

    "...Yes, it was there I met
    You between
    the rain of November
    and the warmth of
    streets
    tea lined
    and tasted"

    Makes me feel the experience in the loveliest of ways :)

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    1. That is how I meant it glad you enjoyed it..,bkm

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  7. i def like the presence line as well...and then the care of wrapping them in paper

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  8. Beautifully written with emotion and presence ;) Marvelous!!

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  9. From the title to the close, I felt this poem. Carefully, worded, remembered. Lovely!

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  10. you paint a beautiful picture... if it rains here in MI this month I'm going out and looking for a man. haha nice write

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    1. Thanks for comments Anthony... Always good to hear from you ...bkm

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  11. An interesting poem. I try to write poems like yours, but I never know where to put the line breaks. Is their a formula?

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    1. Thank you for your comments no formula just thoughts as they come ...and pause... bkm

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  12. Well, bravo! I loved this and love your own unique style that intrigues and delights. A special write.

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  13. The poem goes round and round the event slowly taking shape, taking possession of it, writing it down, mailing it. And where there once was nothing -- just random events, rain and a street -- it became "tea lined / and tasted." Great waking and rousing here.

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    1. Appreciate so much your comments. Thank You...bkm

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  14. I love this tapestry of words woven with passion

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  15. Who could resist a cloaked tartan? Lovely.

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