We dance in a garden of ink and feels, plant words out of dreams our wants make real. Your patience puts a gentle hand on the small of my back. My eyes are fixed on your mouth (sipping, sipping, sipping… all the truths your tongue spills)and our hearts are naked, exposed to allwho dare to look (and see)my ink and your feels spellingpoems and stories grown out of our flesh and bone (for all souls).
photo borrowed from House of Hawthornes for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (13 Poetic Bits of Kerry: this piece includes the line “our hearts are naked”, from Kerry’s poem Atlantis Found). I shall also link this piece to Poets United (Pantry of Poetry and Prose #8)
Friday, December 13, 2019
My Ink and Your Feels
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This poem speaks to me on so many levels. It makes me very happy to see how my few words blend into your own so seamlessly. Thank you, for your thoughtful prompt, Magaly. It means the world to me.
ReplyDeleteAnd thank you, Kerry, for everything...
DeletePlanting words out of dreams our wants make real, is the magic to manifestation and fruition. Thanks for your encouraging words on my blog post and congratulations on your sobriety as well.
ReplyDeleteI never cared much for alcohol. So, I probably shouldn't brag much (since it wasn't hard to give up), but I wish I could do the same with sugar. I probably could, but... I sooo don't want to.
DeleteThis poem is so alive and kicking with fire and hope!❤️ I can taste the courage in "Our hearts are naked, exposed to all who dare to look (and see)," and love the image of patience. Your words have touched me to the core. Thank you so much for the glorious prompt!❤️
ReplyDeleteYay! for words that touch us deeply.
DeleteYou are poetry. Your poetry is you. Every juicy, firey, delicious, powerful word.
ReplyDeleteYum-yum.
DeleteYes, your poetry is daring, dashing and delectable as usual and I always get the feeling when reading it I am eating a sweet and juicy piece of fruit...which it is!
ReplyDeleteHow delicious to know, Robin!
DeleteVery evocative!
ReplyDeleteGracias.
DeleteI love your way of turning reality magic!
ReplyDeleteRight back at you, ma'am.
DeleteA beautiful and expressive manifestation. I like this garden of ink and feels, it's really a feast for all senses.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Khaya.
DeleteLove the way your words dance to your tune. How amazingly you make your poems and story grow. Gorgeous and brilliant.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sumana. I can say the same about your words. And I do.
DeletePoetry truly is the language which drinks from infinite ponds and mouths and tells the rest of us how to get there. Great write Magaly, drink on.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Brendan. I love the way you put it.
DeleteOh the flow of this is so delicious. The words sound and feel like a caress. It's wonderful to have a love that strong and mutually sustaining.
ReplyDeleteWriting is very good at returning our affections, methinks. ;-)
DeleteSigh. So lovely. Words and feels - what poetry is all about.
ReplyDeleteTrue. I've always been convinced that our words are exactly what we put into them.
Delete"dreams our wants make real" YES! and the words here entwine so well with flesh and blood that it all manifests. I feel it. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan.
DeleteThis leaves me swooning. Tenderness - that's what comes to my mind.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Margaret.
DeleteI like that poetry and stories come from flesh and bone... a birthing!
ReplyDeleteThank you. "...a birthing!" indeed. I like that.
DeleteIt’s amazing what the ink and feels create, Magaly! All those poetry children born of patience, sipping and tongue-spilled truth – and Kerry’s wonderful line. I love the dancing metaphor, with patience putting a gentle hand on the small of your back.
ReplyDeleteAccepted patience is powerful fuel, I think.
DeleteI love how you use Kerry's words - it reads so effortlessly
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteBeautifully romantic
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
much love...
Thank you, Gillena.
DeleteAmazing what kinds of poetry can happen when ink meets feels!
ReplyDeleteSo true.
DeleteYes, yes, and those parentheticals, delicious.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Marian.
DeleteHappy you dropped by my blog today Magaly. 'Jack Spaniard' is not a bird. Its an angry type of wasp, no one want to have around. In T&T in local palance we also call them 'Jep'
ReplyDeleteMuch💞love
Ha! I knew you were speaking of wasps, Gillena. It just happens that I don't kill them. I relocate them, if they become a problem for anyone else (they usually don't bother me much). But I am weird like that.
DeleteSweet!
ReplyDeleteThank you, ZQ.
DeleteWonderfully fresh and original write Magaly, which I found altogether very uplifting.. Thanks and Regards Scott
ReplyDeleteUplifting is good. So glad you found it to be so, Scott.
DeleteI can't seem to find my words this morning, but I am so moved by how beautiful this is. Especially that first stanza and "sipping all the truths your tongue spills" and "exposed to all who dare to look (and see)". Those who dare seem in short supply. I wrap my virtual arms around them wherever they are and know that you are among them.
ReplyDeleteThose virtual arms you see welcoming your virtual arms--yes, those--those are mine.
DeleteI do love the way you turn ink into magic... love should always be like this
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bjorn.
DeleteI love that you can plant words, watch them grow out of your bones and blood--there is something so hopeful in that for me
ReplyDeleteYay! for hope.
DeleteSigh, ink and feels...They bless and wound. Oh, the well you fill when you drop such diamonds of ink.
ReplyDeleteRight back at you!
DeleteJust as beautiful on a second read through (and I just love that photo - the old typewriter (which I want to buy one so badly - I have to buy a new desk for that) and that color of green always invigorates me.
ReplyDeleteThere is something about an antique typewriter that warms the heart and ink, isn't it?
DeleteYour words, reinforced by the picture of the typewriter, reminds me of Hemingway's quote: "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite quotes!
DeleteGorgeous use of Kerry's line.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Sarah.
DeleteGorgeous words! Gorgeous image! Big Hugs!
ReplyDeleteAnd gorgeous you. ;-)
Delete🖤❤️
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