your eyes, the prohibition of cold winters
my eyes, the wanderers of earth
a copper sea mimics the candor
silence flies over the same archipelago
ah, Madeira
golden feathers are your waters
your lips taste wine
your breath smells corolla of flowers
we killed into your sands
the ridicule of the unknown
and went beyond
the ecstasies pantomimed
inside of the forever known
a golden yolk suspends itself in the warm air
a key is turning in a lock
the cries of winds vibrate an air sock
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WOW! what a great thought to finish a great poem “a golden yolk suspends itself in the warm air
a key is turning in a lock
the cries of winds vibrate an air sock” 👏👏👏👌👌🙏🙏🙏
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Jay. It means a lot to me that you liked it 🙏
Bonjour tout comme moi je trouve ses vers là superbes une chute magnifique amicalement à vous
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Un magnifique texte une chute magistrale douce après-midi amicalement
Merci pour vos merveilleux mots. Je suis honoré. Je vous souhaite une bonne soirée 🙂
That’s the beauty of unknowns 😊 they always remain unknown 👌
Thank you for your beautiful comment!
An aptly named piece AND full of strong imagery. I think my favorite part of the piece is actually the tone. There’s something stern, yet perhaps almost hyperbolic about it… but that’s not quite it either. Obviously it’s a lesson not to ridicule what you do not know. But it’s done almost in an airy, whimsical manner that just… allows the lesson to sink in slowly. Whatever the case and my lack of coherent insight, I liked this piece very much, my dearest G!
(Sorry for the disordered thoughts this morning!)
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Good morning and thank you so much for your beautiful and insightful comment, my dearest K! I find the tone stern too 🙂 It wasn’t my intention, but that’s the way it came out. Your thoughts are right on the money 🙂
I am thrilled you enjoyed the piece and grateful to you for taking the time to read and comment.
Wishing you a splendid day!
Well, I’m glad you were able to make out my thought process. Like I mentioned, I think it all works out swell! 😁 Happy Thursday to you! And thanks!!
What vibrant thoughts weaved into some splendid metaphors. A desire, a charm, a treat
You are so generous to me, Shantanu. Thank you from the bottom of my heart 🙂
I am speaking the truth. You are one great poet
I am humbled by your words, Shantanu!
My absolute pleasure
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What a delight to read this, especially the last few lines comparing to Golden yolk.. Beautiful gabby
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, my dear. Your beautiful words make my day brighter 🙂
My pleasure always
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G, you have an amazing way of transporting us with your poetry, Today, it was the Autonomous Region of Madeira (Região Autónoma da Madeira). Not fluent in Portugese, I had to look up the translation.
Never having traveled there, I imagine the archipelago pales in comparison to your beautiful, poetic words.
I have always felt great poetry should elicit a response (perhaps, emotion is what I truly mean). And your always does that to me. I always feel something. Your poems are never “just pretty words strung together.” To only read your poetry with my eyes, would be blasphemy. Your poetry needs to be read with the heart.
Don’t know if you noticed the time difference between the “like” and my comment. Smiling. You are to blame. I ‘ll tell you why. Loved the images and metaphors, but I will be honest. I read this several times. And every time the same reaction happened in me. “a key is turning in a lock.”
And I shutdown.
Why this line stopped me in my tracks through every read? I’ve asked myself this question several times. Why did it resonate? Honestly, I can’t answer that question. Perhaps, the answer is meant to be killed into the sands with the ridicule of the unknown.
Dear Drew,
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your beautiful comment and apologies for my late reply.
“Not fluent in Portuguese” I am not fluent in Portuguese either but one does not need to be fluent in Portuguese to go to Madeira 🙂
“I imagine the archipelago pales in comparison to your beautiful, poetic words.” Drew, you are so sweet. Thank you again.
“Loved the images and metaphors, but I will be honest. I read this several times. And every time the same reaction happened in me. “a key is turning in a lock.” ”
You read it several times! I am really flattered! ““a key is turning in a lock.” ???While immersed in my memories I probably had the feeling that a third person came in the room (it did not happened. It was just a feeling). Here I am writing and all of the sudden :a key is turning in a lock.
But it may not be that at all.. Maybe you are right: “the answer is meant to be killed into the sands with the ridicule of the unknown.”
Drew, thank you again for such a magnificent comment. I am going through a difficult period and your appreciation and support means a lot to me.
May you have the most magnificent day ever!
Good morning. I see some of us are up way to early……
No apologies needed. Waiting for your reply or next post Is like watching the rainfall. You know a beautiful rainbow is coming to inspire you; you just have to wait.
G, I wish you the very best of days and may everything sort itself out. Life has a funny way of doing that.
Be well. Most importantly, be happy.
You are up early 🙂 I hope I can inspire.
Thank you for your kind wishes. I wish you the same.
May you skies be filled with rainbows and love 🙂
Enjoy your day!
You describe this place as if speaking of a wronged lover – such rich description.
Very interesting interpretation. Thank you so much for reading and commenting!
My pleasure
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one exquisite moment of uncertainty in paradise is worth the eternity of the ordinary in that moment. reminds me vacations in places like the one in the picture.
Thank you very much for your comment. I highly appreciate it. Very glad it reminds you of vacation moments 😉
This transported me. I don’t even have words but seriously….took me…all my senses….to another place with each read. Amazing. Thank You, G. 💖❤️☀️
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, dear. Your words make my day warmer. Hugs 🙂
💖Absolutely my pleasure!
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Atmospheric and sublime dear G❤️
You are so kind, Gina! Thank you so much! Are you back home?
I am! and loved my time away so much, my pleasure to read your words always, now planning my next adventure
Thank you darling. May you have a fabulous new adventure 🙂
I like the flying silence at the beginning and the cries of wind at the end.
That’s a great observation, Frank! Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
Now that’s a way to start my weekend….Beautiful Gabriela
Aw.. such a beautiful comment. Thank you so much, Ash. May your weekend be filled with magic 🙂
Having been to Madeira you took me there with your words… an amazing island to walk… to get lost being close to the sea.
Thank you for your comment. I am glad I took you there with my words. Indeed, a beautiful place!
Wonderfully written my dear friend!! Last three lines are amazing.every words are like gems🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💖💖💖💖
This captures the beauty of the place. Do you live in Madeira? We visited en route to the Azores. All such magical places and your poetry captures the brightness.
Thank you so much for your kind comment, I do not leaves in Madeira. I visited several times. I love the place too.
Absolutely beautiful!❤️
I am delighted you liked it, my dear 🙏
a visitor takes a detour into epistemology and the boundaries of tribalisms:
we killed into your sands
the ridicule of the unknown
and went beyond
the ecstasies pantomimed
inside of the forever known
how is it that we can all be here together, but not see or strive to understand that which we do not know, and just resort to ridiculing, when actually we all tread the same sands, and all understand the feel of it in the tides between our toes. The ironic ecstasies of what we think we know are just acted out rather thatn the thing itself, but to be with a place, to be in a heart, that is knowledge. this poem snuck up on me nicely, especially the egg yolk, is it rising or is it setting? we may not ever know.
My dear Lona, thank you so much for reading the poem and sharing your thoughts. Very grateful to you.
“The ironic ecstasies of what we think we know are just acted out rather thatn the thing itself, but to be with a place, to be in a heart, that is knowledge.” I concur with you.
I also believe that it is the known that unveils the unknown. We always start with something that we know or we think we know. Going beyond the known is challenging.
“the egg yolk, is it rising or is it setting? we may not ever know.” Indeed 🙂
Thank you again for your beautiful and insightful comment.
yes, I agree we especially that we start from what we think we know, this indeed unveils the unknown… we start from a place of faith rather than knowledge, other than the encircling of each other in defense or openness, respect or ridicule. those first arms may be our only sure knowledge, and the odds often so tenuous. I like your spirit friend.
“those first arms may be our only sure knowledge, and the odds often so tenuous.” This is gorgeous. I like your spirit too!