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Aleksandra

Candlelight

 

The rhythm of this music

captured the heart.

I can dance at the dawn

with trees naked by the wind.

My hair touches the stars

and I ask for a kiss - voiceless.

Let's swim, in this moonlight face

of the sea, in my eyes.

 

Give me a hug with your doves

and show me the highness

then let's walk bootless on the sand

under the blue sky.

 

Stay voiceless.

Just feel the quite silence.

 

I see the sunrise

between the mountains,

and I feel the sand in my hand.

The same rhythm of the same music

still plays in my heart.

The candlelight still reflects on my window

 

Slowly, the magic light goes.

not voiceless now,

but saying -

............good bye

.......................- to me


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Larsen M. Callirhoe

wow that was awesome. the ending was excellent. your tone in the beginning was soft and yearning for something you may or may not receive. loved it.

 

victor


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goldenlangur

Hi Aleksandra,

 

It's wonderful to read your work again! This is exquisite - the imageries evoke a sense of divine ecstasy in the mode of Eckhart's or Ibn Arabi's poems. A reaching out and being steeped in a moment of sublime fulfillment of the spirit, but it is only a moment, and the fleeting, transience you suggest here makes this all the more exquisite:

 

"...the magic light goes.

not voiceless now,

but saying -

good bye

to me"

 

The sensual physical images work beautifully in evoking a transcending of the physical to a more sublime plane. I would well be wrong in my reading but thank you for a fabulous work.

 

 

 

goldenlangur


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

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Lake

Very good poem, Aleksandra.

 

The ending reminds me of the Little Match Girl. The poem gives me a feel of immersing oneself in the nature, the universe by evoking all the senses.

 

Thanks,

 

Lake

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tonyv
Candlelight

 

The rhythm of this music

captured the heart of the bird.

I can dance at the dawn

with naked trees by the wind

My hair touches the stars

and I ask for a kiss - voiceless.

Let's swim in this moonlight face

of the sea in my eyes.

 

Give me a hug with your doves

and show me the highness

then let's walk bootless on the sand

under the blue sky.

 

Stay voiceless.

Just feel the quite silence.

 

I see a sunrise

between the mountains

and I feel the sand in my hand.

The same rhythm of the same music

still plays in my heart.

The candlelight still reflects on my window

 

Slowly, the magic light goes.

not voiceless now,

but saying -

............good bye

.......................- to me

What a beautiful poem, Alekk! Too many fresh, lovely expressions to list, so I bolded them all.

 

There is a euphoria present throughout the poem, a delirium, followed by a let-down. The ending makes me sad.

 

Tony


Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic

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summayya

I have said it hundreds of time Alek but I would say it again icon_biggrin.png: I love your poetic soul. You have a wonderful soul! Keep it and nourish it! You are gifted!

 

Always wait to have the pleaure of reading your poetry!

 

This was awesome!!!!

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pawn shop

MMMMmmmmmm sensual !!

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Aleksandra
wow that was awesome. the ending was excellent. your tone in the beginning was soft and yearning for something you may or may not receive. loved it.

 

victor

 

Victor my dear. I was afraid so much that the ending part will not work as well. But by your words here I see that I was wrong maybe icon_smile.gif.

 

Glad you love it Vic.

 

Aleksandra


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
Hi Aleksandra,

 

It's wonderful to read your work again! This is exquisite - the imageries evoke a sense of divine ecstasy in the mode of Eckhart's or Ibn Arabi's poems. A reaching out and being steeped in a moment of sublime fulfillment of the spirit, but it is only a moment, and the fleeting, transience you suggest here makes this all the more exquisite:

 

"...the magic light goes.

not voiceless now,

but saying -

good bye

to me"

 

The sensual physical images work beautifully in evoking a transcending of the physical to a more sublime plane. I would well be wrong in my reading but thank you for a fabulous work.

 

 

 

goldenlangur

 

Goldenlangur thank you a lot for your wonderful review of my poem. this was so beautiful to me when you say:

the imageries evoke a sense of divine ecstasy in the mode of Eckhart's or Ibn Arabi's poems - Thank you so much. It is nice to read something so beautiful for my own work . And you are reading so nice my poem GL icon_smile.gif there is nothing in what you were wrong.

 

Thank you so much


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
Very good poem, Aleksandra.

 

The ending reminds me of the Little Match Girl. The poem gives me a feel of immersing oneself in the nature, the universe by evoking all the senses.

 

Thanks,

 

Lake

 

dear Lake. How wonderful you remind me of this sad fairy tale, by Andersen, - I think ? And yes yes, I remember when the little girl dies after last match, when in the last light she see her grandmother. I am glad that my end reminds you on that , and now yes, reminded me too. And that feel what this poem gives to you you expressed very well and I am glad to read what provoked my poem in you.

 

Thank you a lot for your wonderful words.

 

Aleksandra


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Tinker

Hi aleks, This is lovely. The imagery is clear like a crystal lake where you can see all the way to the grains of sand at the lake's floor. It felt refreshing to bathe myself in your words.

 

~~Tink


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For permission to use this work you can write to Tinker1111@icloud.com

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Aleksandra
Hi aleks, This is lovely. The imagery is clear like a crystal lake where you can see all the way to the grains of sand at the lake's floor. It felt refreshing to bathe myself in your words.

 

~~Tink

 

Tinker . I am pleased by your comment. To bath in my words - wow Tinker it is my pleasure and honor to read that.

Thank you very much.

 

Aleksandra


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
Candlelight

 

The rhythm of this music

captured the heart of the bird.

I can dance at the dawn

with naked trees by the wind

My hair touches the stars

and I ask for a kiss - voiceless.

Let's swim in this moonlight face

of the sea in my eyes.

 

Give me a hug with your doves

and show me the highness

then let's walk bootless on the sand

under the blue sky.

 

Stay voiceless.

Just feel the quite silence.

 

I see a sunrise

between the mountains

and I feel the sand in my hand.

The same rhythm of the same music

still plays in my heart.

The candlelight still reflects on my window

 

Slowly, the magic light goes.

not voiceless now,

but saying -

............good bye

.......................- to me

What a beautiful poem, Alekk! Too many fresh, lovely expressions to list, so I bolded them all.

 

There is a euphoria present throughout the poem, a delirium, followed by a let-down. The ending makes me sad.

 

Tony

 

 

Dear Tony I am so sorry that the end made you sad. Just it was over that candlelight bc the candle was over. icon_smile.gif and then I heard the voice - good bye ( from the candle icon_wink.gif ) and that made me to fall asleep, bc the magic light was over and together with that the dreaming with opened eyes - remember one of my big inspiration are the candles .

 

Glad you like this poem and that expressions worked well for you as fresh and lovely.

 

Thank yyou

 

Aleksandra


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
I have said it hundreds of time Alek but I would say it again icon_biggrin.png: I love your poetic soul. You have a wonderful soul! Keep it and nourish it! You are gifted!

 

Always wait to have the pleasure of reading your poetry!

 

This was awesome!!!!

 

Summayya you made me smile icon_smile.gif.

Am I gifted? icon_smile.gif Thank you so much. I am gifted in many ways icon_twisted.gificon_biggrin.png This is written some time ago, when I wasn't in the popular - writer's block icon_smile.gif

 

I am honored when I read your poetry too. You are not less gifted icon_wink.gif

 

Aleksandra


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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Aleksandra
MMMMmmmmmm sensual !!

Oh Yeah bom.png

 

Ah my friend Carlo . How much I missed your comments icon_smile.gif They always makes me feel good.

I'm glad you think that this was sensual.

 

glad to see you back. Thank you

 

Aleksandra


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

History of Macedonia

 

 

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