Cave by the Sea

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A piano , white playing in the pavilion

You take me luminous

A dance of digging abduction

into the cave

tunneled window of complexion

a chateau under Cemetary Roads

embroidered dress of loves cremation .

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Burning , no goodbye in your eyes atmospheric

You lift me , a doves flight

a wind entangled frock , ecclesiastical

into the cave

with limbs and mouth ethereal

holy legends identical

flying thru the sky of Immanuel .

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Boats to build a shrine my prince

floating on River Hermitage

from the void my first time

tender keys of ivory

I haven’t left your bed since . . .

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Credits : Light photo by Laura Sielaff … White Flower by Leanne Cole Photography … White wing from PhotoAllegory of Sarolta Ban … ( I apologize for not knowing the artist who took the beautiful opening photo )

for you Dan . . .

35 thoughts on “Cave by the Sea

  1. The image of being lifted like a dove in flight has such beauty to it, as though one’s partner can evoke feelings that no other can in oneself… You have my mind going over the imagery now, dear Meg.

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  2. Reblogged this on 21 Shades of Blue and commented:
    “Burning , no goodbye in your eyes atmospheric

    You lift me , a doves flight

    a wind entangled frock , ecclesiastical

    into the cave

    with limbs and mouth ethereal

    holy legends identical

    flying thru the sky of Immanuel .”

    Very Ethereal Meg, I love it!

    I had a night terror two nights ago, that I think had to do with being put in a box! That happened recently to someone in the show The Following. Seeing your photo of the bird in the box, was cool. Though it was a horrible nightmare I had (it led to my waking up sweat-soaked as if I’d just risen from river-swimming!), it was strangely inspiring and exciting, and your poem reminded me of it, and my Lilliput On Hold story about Raiden dying, and his organs getting shipped around the world, as well as this:

    “Chase of the Ages VI: Thieving Aige & The Waking Ryker (October 14, 2013)”
    by Ry Hakari

    Once while chasing another Aige
    I stole the name of a Ryker
    along with his power I ruled
    what I thought would be forever
    but was only a short while

    They caught me, and cut me
    in quarters and sent me
    to the corners to guard
    the borders with warnings
    to thieves against stealing

    I was the scarecrow at first
    a loner in life before my death
    when I became one thrice more
    I was eaten by crows and worms
    tunneled earth, traveled the winds

    I was scattered from the place
    I was butchered, than scattered
    from the four places I rested
    in pieces to rule again as death
    in symbols of crows and worms

    And one day I realized the Aige
    I had chased had been taken away
    by another while I chased the wind
    of another I thought was her but
    wasn’t–I’d lost the only one I wanted

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    • I love ” Lilliput On Hold ” Ry so I am moved about this connection to your character , Raiden …I haven’t seen the show ” The Following ” but now you spark curiosity ….and your poem , well , deep with the heart and soul of who you are …beautifully complex yet true and simple as well …I am humbled that you chose to re-blog … Thankyou Ry ! Xxxmeg

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      • Thank you Meg! You are an amazing writer, something about your words tends to resonate with me!

        I don’t know exactly what I believe about the concept of past lives, but I’ve heard it theorized by some who believe in reincarnation, that every time we come back, we come across 5 or 6 people in life that we’ve come across in past lives. Something about your work just seems familiar to me, and that’s not even speaking to our similar themes. It may simply be my relating to your words, but in any case, I am hooked on your work. I do not read blogs by a great many writers, preferring to be more selective with my time so I can have more time to write my own stuff, but you are one of the few I make it a point to read regularly, as I truly enjoy your work, and not simply because you are one of the few who make it a point to continually comment on mine when you can. I really only read what I enjoy reading, all my friendships on WordPress are writers and artists and creatives whose work I do enjoy reading 🙂

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  3. An exquisitely woven string of images, meg; from the white piano, the digging dance of abduction and colorful window to the tender ivory keys, one has it all…kudos… Raj.

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  4. Meg, what more may I add as to that which all here have written? Your commentors are as fascinating as your writing. This poem is exquisite evoking so many emotions within me. You truly are gifted and I feel extremely honored that you support my work. I find myself without words, as I allow your words to gently take flight within me.

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    • Dear beautiful Rose with petals unfolding ….such a kindness you share , and I am always so grateful to the “fascinating ” commenters I feel such a closeness with …I would not be here in this magical land of blogging if it weren’t for all the inspiration and encouragement shown with a clear light touching from them …Your site is so beautiful and I wanted to leave a thought but I do not see where to ? I loved your poem ” There are Times in Life ” and your tender explanation of how it came about was amazing ( I understand this as well ) … Thank you for being here , love xxxmeg

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      • Meg, I have been closing comments lately for two reasons. One, I’ve needed time just to BE due to my Dad’s passing in January. Second, I’ve been having major issues with WP which in my emotional state wiped me out. I should be back to opening comments next week if all goes well. I’ve also been needing time to save and back up my work on Petals, one post at a time, something I needed to have done all along but did not. I have over 1,000 posts so you can imagine how overwhelmed I am just thinking of doing this. I’m sure not all posts I will be saving and backing up especially my earlier works, but still, this is a huge undertaking. I’ve lost faith in WP so I will make sure my work truly is safe. I am really touched my work speaks to you. Many of these sayings come from my own Life exerience. (((HUGS))) Amy

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      • Your work shares such Love Amy … I’m sorry your being so challenged in saving your posts …I am rather new at WordPress but have been wondering about this as well … Amy , blessings of comfort for the passing of your father , and love , always love …xxxmeg

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      • I encourage you, Meg, to save your work on your hard drive. And then back that up as well. I was depending on iCloud for back up, but when 11 of my top posts went missing one day and were in the trash, not even iCloud would be able to produce those. I was like you, new to blogging, not sure what I was doing and having to learn so much. As time went by I was just so focused on creating and getting my work out there to a broader audience. That in of itself is a lot of work and very time consuming. My wake up call came the day my posts went missing. I will not trust anyone anymore with my work. It’s too precious. Same goes with yours, Meg. If you have any questions on how I am doing this, email me, OK? You can find my email when you go to your administrator’s page, go to comments, and when you see me with my comments, you will see two things. One, my website, and two, my email. IF you don’t see my email there, let me know and I will give it out here. I would not wish anyone to have “heart failure” when they see their work just vanish. I thank God I found those posts in my trash and got them out safely. I also have begun changing my password every month or so, making sure I make a note somewhere what that new password is. I tend to forget passwords, but in this case, no way. Hope I have helped! And thank you kindly regarding my Dad. I miss him so much and on top of what I saw medicine do to him in his last days, I’ve had some really tough days. There too, I’ve learned when you are dying, do NOT go to a hospital but get Hospice involved so you can stay home surrounded by family and in comfort … the way it is meant to be. Bless you for listening. Bless you, Meg. (((HUGS))) Amy

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  5. One morning while swimming and diving
    He ventured so deep by the shore
    That he rose in a wonderful cavern
    Which had never been heard of before.

    A cavern that no one could enter
    But by diving deep down in the sea,
    And stalactites hung from the center
    And sides of its arched canopy.

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    • Mino ! Thank you ! Thankyou so much for this poetry ” cavern” of lyrics…have you created music for it too ? ….You are so gracious ,your music bringing blessings of love …xxxmeg ( when will you be performing in Chicago? )

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