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Dale McLain
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Username: sparklingseas

Post Number: 1139
Registered: 11-2004
Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 3:35 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

getting lost (revision)

It was so easy
with the trail overgrown
and the sound of locusts rising
like an incantation in the summer afternoon.
Heat-sick and thirsty, she sat down
among the last flowers, yellow and gone to seed.
They tumbled over her feet and the bees
gathered around her head like a wreath.

She didn’t know then, didn’t realize
that she was gone already,
the moment she stopped and let her hands
grow dusty, let her heart slow down.
The long shadows charmed her.
The creek’s slow trickle sang in her ear.
It took so little-
the tail end of a hot breeze
buzzing with gnats
and the purple hush of twilight.

In that smudged light she thought she saw
another way to go, thought she heard
the sound of sweet water running
over smooth rocks. She reached into her chest,
took out her heart and laid it, beating
like the wings of a thousand dragonflies,
into the deepest shadow.
And when she ran, pushing through the low branches,
she left it there to paint the stones.

Getting lost (original)

It was so easy
with the trail overgrown
and the sound of the locusts rising
like an incantation in the summer afternoon.
Heat-sick and thirsty, she sat down
among the last flowers, yellow and gone to seed.
They tumbled over her feet and the bees
gathered around her head like a wreath.

She didn’t know it then, didn’t realize
that she was gone already,
the moment she stopped and let her hands
grow dusty, let her heart slow down.
The long shadows charmed her.
The creek’s slow trickle sang in her ear.
It took so little-
the tail end of a hot breeze
buzzing with gnats
and the purple hush of twilight.

In that smudged light she thought she saw
another way to go, thought she heard
the sound of sweet water running
over smooth rocks. She reached into her chest,
took out her heart and laid it, beating
like the wings of a thousand dragonflies,
into the deepest shadow.
And when she ran, pushing through the low branches,
she left it there to paint the stones.


(Message edited by sparklingseas on August 23, 2005)
M. Kathryn Black
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Username: kathryn

Post Number: 2669
Registered: 09-2002
Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 4:53 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Dale, Wow!! All I can say is that I wish I had written something like this. The poem really spoke to me. I hope it gets POTW.
Best, Kathryn
cosima
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Username: cosima

Post Number: 480
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 7:55 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

I could die happily to this.
Beauty~*


cosima
LJ Cohen
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Username: ljc

Post Number: 2737
Registered: 07-2002
Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 8:03 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Dale,

Beautiful. This reads like a fairy tale--mythic and evocative. I'm not sure I understand why she leaves her heart behind, though.

best,
ljc
http://ljcbluemuse.blogspot.com/
Danielle Stokes
Member
Username: abornpoet

Post Number: 77
Registered: 08-2005
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 7:01 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

I absolutely love this Dale. Leaves her heart behind upon realizing she's a ghost? Setting herself free from mortality I think?
Never the less, it's lovely.
~Danielle
Gary Blankenship
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Username: garyb

Post Number: 4574
Registered: 07-2001
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 10:59 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Dale, as said it is lovely... A wonderful story for the short list, but I do want to touch it here

It was so easy
with the trail overgrown
and the sound of the locusts rising

I would drop it was or go active voice -
the trail was overgrown

change the first break
and drop the before locusts

She didn’t know it then, didn’t realize

I would cut it above and in the next look for active voice instead

It took so little-
the tail end of a hot breeze
buzzing with gnats
and the purple hush of twilight.

Smiles.

Gary

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Dan Cox
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Username: dcox56

Post Number: 36
Registered: 08-2005
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 12:07 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Hi Dale,
Another gorgeous poem.

I agree with Gary, the opening "it was" can go away. Only other line I had a problem with was S2:L1-2, you might shorten to
"She didn't realize then
That she was gone already."
but the poem flows well as is, so these are minor complaints. lovely work.
Cary
Valued Member
Username: ponderlust

Post Number: 231
Registered: 07-2005
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 12:13 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Dale... I've painted a few rocks myself and so I can relate to the joy in getting lost where the rhythms of nature overwhelm our sorrows.

This is exquisite work Dale. I'm taken by the way you created a saddened soul, yet not made me want to feel sorry for her. In fact, I feel a tingle of happiness in knowing that the sorrow that paints those rocks will be rinsed by the coming rain... and while dreams may also accompany the spilled sorrows, dreams are perennial and their roots are set too deep and only appear to die.

And that heart that beats like a thousand dragonflies is utterly brilliant! :-)

Cary...
Dale McLain
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Username: sparklingseas

Post Number: 1160
Registered: 11-2004
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 2:40 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Kathryn~ Well, thank you. I am delighted that this spoke to you.

Ah, Cosi~ Glad you like, but please don't expire. Even your comments are poetic.

Lisa~ You may select your own reasons why a woman might leave her heart behind. I appreciate your kind words.

Danielle~ Thank you so much!

Gary~ Excellent points all. I will revise with these suggestions in mind. Many thanks.

Dan~ If you and Gary both bumped at the same spots that certainly bears a look. Thanks for your comments.

Cary~ Whew! It appears I am back in your good graces. I am so glad you like. You interpretation is almost a poem in itsself. Thank you.

take care all~dale
M
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Username: mjm

Post Number: 4946
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 2:43 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

This one gives new meaning to "ripping your own heart out," Dale. I liked the surreal nature of this piece, the handling of unreal actions as if they were literal. Good work!
Dale McLain
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Username: sparklingseas

Post Number: 1164
Registered: 11-2004
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 3:19 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Thank you M~ I appreciate that.
take care~dale
Kathy Paupore
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Username: kathy

Post Number: 2360
Registered: 12-2003
Posted on Tuesday, August 23, 2005 - 3:41 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Dale, enjoyed. Many wonderful things in this poem; incantations, the creek, bees, dragonflies! Can't wait to see the revision.

:-) K
Dale McLain
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Username: sparklingseas

Post Number: 1177
Registered: 11-2004
Posted on Thursday, August 25, 2005 - 5:52 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post    Move Post (Moderator/Admin Only)

Kathy~ Thank you so much! I appreciate your comments.
take care~dale

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