By TheFeatheredSleepPosted on

Selfish is vanity, thin skin needful of blubber to resist the freeze. For years in the future, what will it matter, if you were plain?
Some of the best people have warts, kankles, pot bellies, their radiance is not in exquisite feature.
So Freckled Girl, wishing you had fuller lips, higher cheekbones, darker skin; remember … when the lights go out, we’ll all have to learn brail.
Touching our way by coral reef, they said, things of love couldn’t live in the dark, without spotlights and balster.
Yet I suspect you couldn’t love me more if I were every kind of gorgeous creature, for the dream we inhabit began before we found shape and color and calcium.
When we swam informed and feeling, in warm soup, passing by the delight of one another, as rubbing softly, life is evoked from so little, as branches create friction and in time, fire.

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  2. Brief and beautiful! About love and what it is we see…..and don’t. Thank you for sharing your gifts! I’ll be back to read and feel this one again.

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    1. Thank you dearest Betty so much. I wrote another with you in mind, you are quite the inspiration for me – many times I think of you whilst writing I think that is the evocation of poets touching one another across the universe.

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      1. I too think we poets all touch each other across the universe. The evocation of poets – that’s poetic all by itself. Such phrases flow from you so easily and purely. All your writing is beautiful including your prose. 🌻

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        1. I agree. I think poetry is so underrated. I for one have always written and read it but still I find it mystical and a mystery. The only other thing that comes close to that, is love.

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          1. Yes! That’s it in a nutshell. Poetry is the closest thing to love when it comes to our humanity. It’s a mystery, a mystical experience, a sacred ritual of expression, the bearing of souls, the lifting of spirits.

  10. Oh how I love this! Freckled girl that I am never minded her freckles until others started making of them. Then one day on the street a total stranger said I’ll bet you;ve been teased about those freckles of yours that are making such a pretty face. And so I finally gave up the pursuit of ridding my face of it’s freckles. You have to most uncanny way of reaching underneath the skin of your readers and touching where it has hurt or hurts yet. Je t’aime, N 🙂 <3

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      1. You do it almost every time I read something of yours. And the really uncanny thing is they are things I rarely or most often never spoken of to anyone! You simply amaze me and touch me in ways that none other do❣️😘

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  15. This piece made me swoon.
    “So Freckled Girl, wishing you had fuller lips, higher cheekbones, darker skin; remember … when the lights go out, we’ll all have to learn brail.”
    I’m closing my eyes, disappearing into music, and breathing in the poetry rising from your skin to your pencil to my freckles to my nose.
    Your essence is gorgeous.

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          2. That is a lovely compliment and from you I take it and humbly bow. I often think of what it would be like to give up this life and do something very different then I think of you and how you did that and I feel a great deal of admiration for the guts that took. I am not sure I can (logistically/financially) but if I were able, I’d do exactly what you have done, you did the right thing, and I admire you deeply for it

  19. Haven’t seen anything by you for a while so I was really glad when this turned up in my email. It is amazing. It made me weep with the truth of it. Beautiful beautiful beautiful. I’d be very happy with myself if I’d written that. Just know this – you have a rare talent.
    Love,
    Sara x

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