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I have a thousand reasons

to love you, and a thousand reasons

separate us.

Can you see my eyes without a face...

my body has no heart, and

my heart has no body...

That is me , something like

a shadow, a black shadow -

walking the earth without a way.

 

Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

stretched, not given;

touching, not taking...

The view without voice has a name,

with given heart and body - stronger than my shadow.

 

The wind is our friend

-our secret messenger.

 

The moon...

- a place where our shadows dance.

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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goldenlangur

Hello Aleksandra,

 

Your poems have taken on a darker tone in recent weeks. But with this comes a contemplative tone which is full of questioning. You also use Scorates-like paradoxes to draw out this searching, which gives your poems a nebulous feel and sense. I find this quite rewarding and enriching.

 

The opening of this poem is very effective in drawing the reader in:

 

"I have a thousand reasons

to love you, and a thousand reasons

separate us...."

 

And the way you suggest how kindred spirits endure beyond the physical dimensions of space and distance and beyond expectations, is inspired:

 

"Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

stretched, not given;

 

touching, not taking..."

 

 

A wonderful write, Aleksandra.

 

 

goldenlangur


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Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying.

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

i agree with goldenlangur. i enjoyed reading this. i see aleks you are exploring your darker side/

 

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spauldhr

This is dark and pretty, kind of chilling in places. The idea of so much division in things that have to be connected to survive is interesting I sense a desperation, its well written.

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tonyv

Hi Alekk,

 

This sad poem is strangely familiar to me. I can relate to a lot of the feelings you express.

aleksandra wrote:

 

I have a thousand reasons

to love you, and a thousand reasons

separate us.

Yes, one can have lots of nice ideas, but nothing happens unless one acts. Perhaps holding on to hope by focusing on the thousand reasons to love (and working to reduce the number of reasons that separate, even if it's all a long shot) is the best course of action ... for the moment. I am always thinking and trying every day in my own life to come up with ideas for new courses of action.

 

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

Can you see my eyes without a face...

my body has no heart, and

my heart has no body...

That is me , something like

a shadow, a black shadow -

walking the earth without a way.

 

Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

......
stretched, not given;

 

............
touching, not taking...

I have felt this way, too, and the image of the hand stretched but not "given" administers a painful dose of reality.

 

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

The view without voice has a name,

with given heart and body - stronger than my shadow.

Perhaps your shadow is more present than you realize. It is there -- it exists.

 

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

The wind is our friend

-our secret messenger.

 

The moon...

- a the place where our shadows dance.
.

I like this wind -- this "messenger" -- and the moon; they are friendly forces at work. icon_biggrin.png Remain hopeful, Sandre, and things that are meant to be will work themselves out, somehow, on a universal level. icon_wink.gif

 

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Aleksandra
Hello Aleksandra,

 

Your poems have taken on a darker tone in recent weeks. But with this comes a contemplative tone which is full of questioning. You also use Scorates-like paradoxes to draw out this searching, which gives your poems a nebulous feel and sense. I find this quite rewarding and enriching.

 

The opening of this poem is very effective in drawing the reader in:

 

"I have a thousand reasons

to love you, and a thousand reasons

separate us...."

 

And the way you suggest how kindred spirits endure beyond the physical dimensions of space and distance and beyond expectations, is inspired:

 

"Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

stretched, not given;

 

touching, not taking..."

 

 

A wonderful write, Aleksandra.

 

 

goldenlangur

 

Thank you GL my friend. Yes you are right about the darker tone of my poems, but somehow that is me. Always I am like that and all what is more lighter it is just a try of changing once in a while the style, the tone I mean, the mood maybe icon_rolleyes.gif

 

I like how you expressed this:

goldenlangur wrote:

And the way you suggest
how kindred spirits endure beyond the physical dimensions of space and distance and beyond expectations
, is inspired:

 

"Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

stretched, not given;

 

touching, not taking..."

 

So truthful GL

 

Thank you so much for your time to read and commenting

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra

My dear Victor icon_smile.gif I am so happy to see you enjoying and sharing your thoughts with us my friend. I am glad that you are better now, and yes , my darker side icon_biggrin.png, ah... always present icon_biggrin.png

 

See ya around

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
This is dark and pretty, kind of chilling in places. The idea of so much division in things that have to be connected to survive is interesting I sense a desperation, its well written.

 

Dear spauldhr thank you so much for your comment. Glad to see you here with us, and also I like your avatar, you are very pretty and I am glad because you shared with us your photo icon_wink.gif.

 

A desperation is present in some way, but the other thing - to survive , too. Sometimes no way to survive, but ok - the hope is here... icon_rolleyes.gif

 

Thank you for your beautiful words

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Hi Alekk,

 

This sad poem is strangely familiar to me. I can relate to a lot of the feelings you express.

aleksandra wrote:

 

I have a thousand reasons

to love you, and a thousand reasons

separate us.

Yes, one can have lots of nice ideas, but nothing happens unless one acts. Perhaps holding on to hope by focusing on the thousand reasons to love (and working to reduce the number of reasons that separate, even if it's all a long shot) is the best course of action ... for the moment. I am always thinking and trying every day in my own life to come up with ideas for new courses of action.

 

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

Can you see my eyes without a face...

my body has no heart, and

my heart has no body...

That is me , something like

a shadow, a black shadow -

walking the earth without a way.

 

Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

......
stretched, not given;

 

............
touching, not taking...

I have felt this way, too, and the image of the hand stretched but not "given" administers a painful dose of reality.

 

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

The view without voice has a name,

with given heart and body - stronger than my shadow.

Perhaps your shadow is more present than you realize. It is there -- it exists.

 

 

aleksandra wrote:

 

The wind is our friend

-our secret messenger.

 

The moon...

- a the place where our shadows dance.
.

I like this wind -- this "messenger" -- and the moon; they are friendly forces at work. icon_biggrin.png Remain hopeful, Sandre, and things that are meant to be will work themselves out, somehow, on a universal level. icon_wink.gif

 

Tonyy icon_smile.gif

 

Wow Tony what an eye you have icon_biggrin.png. I love it how you read this poem and your words are so encouraging and full with hope. I always loved your way of hoping and your positive side. I am more often down and hopeless but reading you the hope is growing. I am glad that this poem works for you, and you understood completely. And why I am not wondering WHY the last part you love the most , the " messenger " , moon etc.? icon_biggrin.png

 

Thank you so much for your wonderful comment Tonyy. It means a lot for me.

 

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The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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JoelJosol

I like these lines best, Sandra

 

 

....stretched, not given;

 

............touching, not taking...


"Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach

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summayya

Powerful poem Alek. Being stuck between reality and the dream can be painful and your poem shows it amazingly.

 

And yes, nature is a very good friend, I know! As I say" Moon and I are friends" icon_queen.png

 

Many thanks for a lovely poem.

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Tinker

Hi aleks, This is so romantic. I loved these lines:

 

Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

......,streached not given;

 

............touching, not taking...

 

This was lovely, ~~Tink


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badger11

aleksandra wrote:

Lost spirit stuck between stones

looking for your hand -

 

......
stretched, not given;

 

............
touching, not taking...

 

 

The wind is our friend

-our secret messenger.

 

The moon...

- a the place where our shadows dance.

 

Aleksandra

 

Full of voice, imagination, romance.

 

Very much enjoyed the romance Aleks.

 

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Aleksandra
I like these lines best, Sandra

 

 

....stretched, not given;

 

............touching, not taking...

 

Thank you Joel for your reading. I like those lines too. I want to show with those more than just words.

 

Thank you my friend.

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
Powerful poem Alek. Being stuck between reality and the dream can be painful and your poem shows it amazingly.

 

And yes, nature is a very good friend, I know! As I say" Moon and I are friends" icon_queen.png

 

Many thanks for a lovely poem.

 

Thank you for your such of nice words Summayya, I am glad that you liked the poem. And yes that is the best friend, always listen to us - the moon is a good listener, right? icon_wink.gif

 

See ya.

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra

Thank you Tinker. It is interesting what you saw beside the words the romantics in that part.

 

thanks for your comment dear

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra

Thank you for the comment Badger. Glad you enjoyed icon_smile.gif

 

Thanks my friend.

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

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Aleksandra

Thank you pawnshop for your comment.

 

Ancient and eerie type of read

I like it that expression

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Bloodyday

i have asked her a question

she just gave tears with a smile

no answer instead, made me confused!

i wanted to kiss her lips

she made a distance between us

but stared at my face with illusion unused!

i walk away the same road

where u used to walk together

perhaps she is happy living in stars!

i told her several times

how deep is my love for her world to embrace

perhaps her fate just threw the unholy curse!

 

she was beautiful and so is your poem! How can u write this way? i wanna write something like that!

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Aleksandra
i have asked her a question

she just gave tears with a smile

no answer instead, made me confused!

i wanted to kiss her lips

she made a distance between us

but stared at my face with illusion unused!

i walk away the same road

where u used to walk together

perhaps she is happy living in stars!

i told her several times

how deep is my love for her world to embrace

perhaps her fate just threw the unholy curse!

 

she was beautiful and so is your poem! How can u write this way? i wanna write something like that!

 

So your poem is beautiful too.

Thank you for your comment. It is easy to write on any way. Just let your feelings to fly and your heart to talk icon_smile.gif

Thank you Bloodyday

 

Aleksandra


The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau

History of Macedonia

 

 

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