And the winters are so many
and the winters are not so many
and everything feels so close to me
the Caspian Sea
the skeleton dress
the man with turban pastel
everything feels so close to me
and somebody’s on the moon as well .
And I hear your name
and I hear my name
over the loudspeaker
with a million others
white sleeping tents so many
the dreams singing , all yelling to dispel
the unexpected questions
bewilderment to foretell.
And it’s written over the land
and it’s written on a neon sign
and the fish make rainbows
and bodies scatter Jerusalem
dead , dead and soft like brown mangoes ripe
and children shoot machine guns killing the gazelle
and the winters are so many .
And into the Hall of Extinction
and into the Ship of Imagination
and into frozen lakes of Titan to dwell
where my mother is dead
and everything feels so close to me
all the fields so soft and green
and God , God a trilobite with three eyes
watching the ground swell .
And who was I
and who were you
and no one wants to give it up
and everything feels so close to me
and the winters , the winters , they are so many .
Credits :
Inspired by ShimonZ at thehumanpicture.wordpress.com
Outlook – Sara Wickenheiser Photography
Snow – Dale De Vries Photography
Running – Aela Labbe Photographies
Wow….. I love the feeling of this, and hate the feeling at the same time, because I know that sense of things all feeling too close. Smothering, suffocating and no end in sight. Great piece, my friend. You stir a kettle of feeling that I would come to dine on again and again.
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Noelle …thank you so much for being here , you’ve been with me for a long time and your presence , thoughts and encouragement have contributed in such a beautiful way to my growth as a writer … love , megxxx
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I liked a lot your poem and photos. I liked the oppositions as:
“everything feels so close to me and somebody’s on the moon as well”.
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Thankyou from my heart Tania …love , megxxx
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The imagery in this poem is magical.
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Tosha , how kind of you to respond …I am so grateful , love , megxxx
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I love your poetry. xo
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A stirring piece that plays with the emotions, Meg. At times beautiful at times haunting and at times disturbing. I have read this several times and it keeps on unfolding more images. A great piece!
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Thank you Chris …I don’t want to write just pretty poems anymore …I don’t know just what is happening with me but you and other writers here have influenced me deeply …and I feel crying words in my heart …to realize that a mans life in Jerusalem , different than mine , yet able to feel his disappointment , sadness and anger …touches me from across cultures and history from his written words on WordPress , well , I’m perplexed …and aware of something divine …I am moved by your choice of ” disturbed ” , truly ….love , megxxx
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Thank you, Meg. I do think that the ‘best’ writing, or indeed any Art, is that which comes from the heart.
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Thank you so much for thinking of me, Meg. The poem has a lot of imagery, that will keep me humming it for a while; far and near, pressed and pushed… it is so much better when there is affinity that accompanies the touch.
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Oh Shimon , thank you my friend for expressing your heart so beautifully …love , megxxx
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There is a feeling of such love that overwhelms and at the same time going throughout the poem a feeling of deep despair. I feel the first picture goes so well with the feelings that go throughout the poem, the ebb and flow of emotions between positive emotions and negative ones. I was struck by the words and the winters are so many, especially because in the beginning you also say and the winters are not so many. One feels that slowly the winters build up, as if the sadness has started building up, things that should not have happened that happen that add to the growing feeling of cold, of loss. The feeling of loss is heightened by frozen lakes…where my mother is dead… no one wants to give it up… A very profound and complex write. I really enjoyed it and might visit it again for a while because I feel it has so much yet to tell. Wonderful write my dearest Meg. Much love to you
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Geetha , your response is deep and I feel you intimately with me in the silence between all these words …I am so truly grateful to feel that kind of love , … Blessings dear friend , megxxx
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Thank you Meg. Blessings to you too. G
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your words are like diamonds, they glitter and shine, such a joy to read you as well. x
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Thankyou Chrissy of the silvery soul …love , megxxx
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Always
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You bring a sense of time through aeons passed down many life times searching… The Halls of Extinction echoing the sound of unheard cries..
Always love my ventures into your imagination dear Meg… you take me to a land I long forgot.. and yet remember so well…….. xxx ❤
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Dear beautiful Sue …we have been here so long ago and memories of it overwhelm at times , I’m so grateful that this poem had echoes for you …Thankyou for being here now , love , megxxx
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🙂 wouldn’t miss it for the world 🙂
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Your use of repetition really adds power to your message here, Meg! There are so many winters and so many opportunities for us to grow together… and yet with guns people tear apart those connections… Your poems serves as a good reminder to unit together in peace. HUGS
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Awwww Chrissy ….Peace , yes , peace …thank you for feeling that and responding so kindly …it truly matters …love and hugs , megxxx
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Ahh…the winters are so many. You always take us on that ride, Meg, and it is a beautiful ride. Magic. ❤️
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Van , you are always so kind with encouragement …thank you dear friend , love , megxxx
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Your imagery is unmatched Meg! The photography is amazing, and I am not talking about my image! Very nice post! I haven’t seen a good image of a trilobite for many years! Take Care, Dale
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Meg, your words and carefully selected images have a way of producing a feel to things that is at once unique and familiar. We only know that we’ve come into contact with something majestic, though it defies a particular grasp. Because of that, we know of its richness. I love here the way you blur sweetness and melancholy into something that we realize must have always existed, before the two set out on their own. Delicate and stirring, this was!
Love
Michael
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Michael , Shimons postings from Jerusalem stirred me into a shift of something I’m awed with , afraid of even and I can’t really grasp it entirely either…please read my response to Chris above …and Michael , your poetry has caused a soulful shift in me too , inspired me to find my true voice , and once aware of that voice , to not hold it back …where does it all come from ?
I am always so grateful for you …love , megxxx
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Many winters within a winter. The mind draws in upon itself, sensations of the past re-emerge, intense and visionary. Be warm and well, dear Meg.
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Julie …it is your beautiful compassionate heart and expressions here and in all your writings that bring the gift of warmth …Thankyou my “deer” friend , love and hugs , megxxx
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This moves like the sea, like the wind across a meadow; the swaying circle that is time, and life. Dark, and light. The video is as much a part of it as the words and pictures, rather than an accompaniment too. *smiles* ❤ x
– esme upon the Cloud
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Can I just say ‘ditto’ to Esme’s sentiments Meg? – such a perfectly expressed offering of appreciation.
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Awwww …Thankyou dear Hariod !
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Esme , you have sent such a beautiful response and I hope you feel my thankfulness upon your cloud with that pure heart of yours so lovely …hugs , megxxx
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I love this. Beautiful.
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Wow…Meg!! There is such a clear…beautiful connection of love expressed here. You stated above that you are not sure what is happening to you…I AM!! You are being moved by spirit, plucking strings to your heart….and you are allowing that to express through words that are at once lovely yet haunting! Powerful, dear friend, powerful!! ♡♡♡
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Perfect and amazing story. Artwork, music and words. A wonderful journey told.
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Amazing words and story by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
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Amazing writing. An epic.
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