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To the Path of Venus
I can’t write to you again -
I wrote – but you were busy
Saving a friend
I waited…my words withered
I was wondering if my blog were a book
Where would it be shelved?
Poetry? Spirituality?
Inspiration?
Well, it is hardly that -
If it had an age it would walk with a cane
It might be wise but wisdom with no name?
It lacks the ability to explain -
I called a friend – but she was drowning
I pulled her out and forgot to save myself -
Would there be a genre?
How will you find me if I can’t even see myself?
Which one? How?
If my words get smaller
Grow silent
If they don’t stand up and defend
But lean – only on what you say?
I can’t write to you again
Instead, I’ll write to the moonlight
To the path of Venus across my desk
But her wings are frozen
Like wax blown sideways
By May winds and a ceiling fan -
Write faster
Write harder
Louder
Strike a match!
I can’t write to you again!
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24 comments
May 4, 2012 at 6:38 AM
Thanks for the great poem and especially the picture. Once upon a time I did photography, had a darkroom and the whole deal. I have some pictures that I was proud of but they made it no further than the State Fair where I won a couple of ribbons. If I were doing photography still I would plaster my pictures all over my blogs.
May 4, 2012 at 7:56 AM
Hi Mike,
Have not heard from you in a long time. It is good to see you and hear from you again. I totally enjoyed that Ted Video in your post.
Why did you stop your photography? It would be a great compliment to your blog to have some of ‘you’ on your site. It would make it seem a little more personal maybe.
Thanks so much for commenting,
Nicole~
May 4, 2012 at 2:39 PM
Nicole,
I stopped serious photography about 30 years ago. It was something that my ex and I did together but that’s not the whole story, it is also that I got caught up in my work. I was traveling every week and at some point there just wasn’t time to come home and develop all the pictures I took. Anyway I liked still life best and I wasn’t up to setting all that up. Every month I did a little less of it. Still with digital photography, I ought to at least carry a camera around and snap pictures, but I haven’t gotten motivated to do that yet. So there is the short version of how I let go of what was once a passion.
Mike
May 5, 2012 at 9:12 AM
Well, if you have a smart phone you could just use that. To me, photography has nothing to do with equipment. It is just a way for me to express my perspective and how I see things. The world through my eyes. I have an old Samsung Galaxy S phone and it has some built in filters that I love. It takes amazing pictures. Other than that it is just point and click and auto focus with a hand me down Olympus Camera.
We are doing our pictures this morning – via the video you had on your blog.
Nicole~
May 9, 2012 at 3:12 AM
Nichole,
You are right of course, my smart phone takes excellent pictures and I have begun using it for family shots. It also takes good video, I was surprised and impressed by the quality. So I could begin to easily add that back in, it is a matter of will.
Mike
May 4, 2012 at 7:46 AM
Gosh, then I won’t expect a reply :/ (jk)
Loving Poetry Friday and the reminder that words are powerful tools. And likely your tomes would fall under poetry, even if you wrote historical fiction. Let other people worry about cataloging, you have to deal with Venus and her frozen waxen wings (which is a likely name for the microwave meal I had last night).
Arising to a lovely but unexpected rainshower. Happy Friday, dear!
May 4, 2012 at 8:13 AM
But you know I will reply. And I do hear the rain…soft but wonderful. We need rain desperately.
Being that my ‘tomes’ would fall under poetry – you are right – I will leave that up to the readers and other people. I need to just write. I guess this is the point of it all. It is hard sometimes to just write when I am immersed in the technical aspects of numbers and keywords and categories.
Happy Rain,
N~
May 4, 2012 at 8:30 AM
The last thing to worry about is worry! Breathe, grasshoppah. Breathe. (then exhale)
and it is Happy Rain! The old feral cat, Mr. Stryperz, is inside now, looking out at it and realizing that “hey, it is dryer indoors.” Big steps for small cat brains.
May 4, 2012 at 9:32 AM
I found this quite beautiful. Refreshing change from business blogging which I do, though I like to think that my blogging is authentic
Thank you!
Louise Edington
The Networking Naturopath
Networking For The Shy
http://louiseedington.com
May 4, 2012 at 10:57 AM
Hi Louise,
Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I suppose we each have our own definitions of what authentic is and in the end it is the conviction that moves us forward. I consider myself to be creative and my focus is on creatives and the ups and downs of this path. So this is where my authenticity is derived from – from a creative source. But that is just my view of authenticity. As a writer and a poet my intention is to honor the craft.
Nicole~
May 4, 2012 at 10:06 AM
Such a beautiful love poem! I really like your images. My favorite is “How will you find me if I can’t even see myself?” Sometimes it’s hard to find our pair if we cannot find our own peace of mind.
May 4, 2012 at 10:33 AM
Hi Laura,
Thanks for reading and commenting. I love the way others can fit inside a poem. I wrote it addressing some creative angst, but you see in it a love poem. I think that is wonderful. Nobody sees or reads the same thing in any art form. To me, this is what the expression of art is all about. Allowing others to complete their stories within it. So, a love poem it is.
Thanks so much for your insight,
Nicole~
May 4, 2012 at 12:58 PM
Hi Nicole, nice sweet poem and of course I love the picture. By the way are you the one that taking the pictures in your blog?
May 4, 2012 at 1:05 PM
Not sure if sweet really explains it but that is fine too. Yes, I take all my own photos and write all my own content.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
N~
May 4, 2012 at 3:04 PM
WOW! Long time no chat!
I’ve always liked your writing style Nicole because you paint such awesome pictures with your words…
Glad you shared this in WOFB.
It’s reminded me to come back for more:)
May 5, 2012 at 10:00 AM
Hi Shelly,
Wow, last time we talked I was going through some major changes. My life was really upside-down.
Thanks for commenting. It is good to hear from you again.
Nicole~
May 5, 2012 at 12:44 AM
You took the photo, too?! Wow. I felt sad reading the poem. Were you sad when you wrote it? Where does inspiration for your poetry come from? Beautiflul poem, beautiful photo.
May 5, 2012 at 10:16 AM
Hi Galen,
I wouldn’t say I was sad. More frustrated and fed up.
Strange that I have received so many comments on this particular photo. I spent a day at the Botanical Garden just taking pictures and this was one of them. Photography inspires my writing. I just do it because I enjoy it.
Nicole~
May 5, 2012 at 10:17 AM
A beautiful eloquent poetry on this Super Moon day – I feel the excitement and the JOY in your poem today – I looked out and say Venus last night on the River front – she was glowing and beautiful…..sultry, quiet but yet powerful!
To find our own path, our own truth and in the midst of finding we miss things like beautiful yellow flowers in a pasture and of course, the porpoise and the pirates….going to find pirates today –
Happy Super Moon – I feel her energy and it bubbles within!
In love and light and counting down the days,
Nancy
May 6, 2012 at 7:37 AM
I really like your poem. I can feel as if I’m carrying the same emotions too. You surely know how to do this kind of writing! Good Job!
May 7, 2012 at 4:48 AM
There’s a lot of emotion in this poem; almost sensed some anger bubbling under there?
Sometimes it can be hard, so busy trying to save your friends/family, that you end up drowning. Sometimes you need to spend time !focussing on saving yourself to be stronger.
My favourite line has to be “how will you find me, if I cant s even see myself”
I get the feeling you’re still trying to define yourself? Your work? Sometimes it does help to have a name, but sometimes that’s all it is, just a name to tidyly put you on a shelf, but that doesn’t define you.
Ok rambled on enough. Lol. Liked your poem
as always you have a real way with words.
May 7, 2012 at 11:33 AM
Thanks Jasmin,
There is a lot of frustration and anger in this poem. But I believe is has all been resolved. An explanation is in the drafts for Wednesday. There is no reason to define – it comes with the creating. I just need to write and move forward with my bigger vision. I have many projects in the works that seemed to have bubbled up out of nowhere. But I do have those moments where I can’t seem to see myself.
Thanks as always for commenting and for getting the bigger picture of what the words mean
Nicole~
May 7, 2012 at 7:59 AM
Such a sad poem! Your photo looks like a painting! It is beautiful though!
May 8, 2012 at 1:07 PM
Such a beautiful picture! I also like your poem, it is sad but in a beautiful way!