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Saturday, December 7, 2013

In pursuit of Venus



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In pursuit of Venus 

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In pursuit of Venus I flee
I flee this persimmon pulsed prison
of goods, cash and thwarted passion
I fling off my cloak, gather my
skirt fast-held for flight in one firm fist
and run
In pursuit of Venus I flee
feet flying into the wild wooded luminous lens
into that eye of wanton white whirling light
Possessions. Past. All now tumbled irrelevancies,
dropped, discarded, already forgotten falsities -
Here in the lush madness of mossy green
I toss my shoes and feel the wet earth
cool, calm and welcoming under the arch of
my soul and arrive, -
panting- slowed – at the edge of that
oft envisioned clearing
Here.
At last.
Bathed in the glory of Venus,
Reflected in the lens of the Goddess
Borne on wings of desire into being
waits
my
beloved
bare arms flung wide
in rapacious anticipation
and
stop.
~ 


21 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Pearl. I love what you did with that amazing image. Gave it a soul and wings!

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  2. This is such a joyful poem, Pearl. I enjoyed that 'the beloved' waited at the end of your poem with arms flung open wide! The wordle words get lost in your poem.

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    1. Oh thank you so very much Mary - I am delighted you enjoyed :)

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  3. I guess I didn't understand? Why did you stop....I felt I was runnng too, and then stopped....

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    1. Hi Annell - the running stopped - the panting slowed - all is peaceful there at this place where the beloved waits with open arms... (I can see where you might read it as stopping before going into those arms... which is why I love poetry and different interpretations). :) Thanks so much for stopping here !

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  4. Oh Pearl, this is just lovely. Your words speak to my heart.

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    1. Thank you so very very much Brenda... those wordle words whirl me to such different places .. I am happy that my heart reached out to speak to yours today :)

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  5. I feel the all sensations, sounds you describe within words, very rhythmical verse...specially the 'wet earth'...and peace at the end...hope for both...:)x

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  6. This so exhilarating so beautiful - I am envious. I shall wait for Venus's call...
    Anna :o]

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  7. I love "I flee this persimmon pulsed prison"......one reads this poem with the rush that poet must have felt as she penned it :)

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  8. This has a wonderful urgency and I felt as if I was running along jettisoning all the superficial things and making a bee line for what matters

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  9. Love the alliteration and pace of this. Breathtaking!

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  10. "...prison of goods, cash and thwarted passion…" - doesn't that sum up a day at the office!

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  11. Not fair to make an old woman run in such fashion, but the image and the ending were worth it. Now, I must catch my breath,

    Elizabeth

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  12. Beautiful poem, Pearl. Lovely images in it...the lush madness of mossy green, my favorite.

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  13. How often "tumbled irrelevancies" thwart our innermost desires. However not so with you as your goal is clear. Delightful!

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  14. You have done a wonderful job with this whirl

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  15. Oh Pear - divine whirl! And I love how you build the suspense and the never-ending run, run, run...and then finally, the rapture of just stopping...really very fine, one of your best!

    http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/12/the-pursuit-of-love.html

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