39 comments

  1. timotheous128 · March 18, 2012

    This is fantastic, David! Perfectly executed and brilliantly written! You held me captive until the very end. Bravo, good sir!

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  2. Awa · March 18, 2012

    Would it be ok with you if I reblogged this (giving credit, of course)?

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  3. Soma Mukherjee · March 18, 2012

    What a beautiful dream it was..
    “and prayers in your name,
    not in memory
    but for your continuing
    presence of love.”
    …loved these beautiful warm words

    Hey David i have nominated you for the
    http://somkritya.wordpress.com/2012/03/18/hope-unites-globallyhug-award/
    if you accept it please click the link to know more

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  4. Ina · March 18, 2012

    Hi David,

    what a wonderful feeling to wake up with 🙂 Lovely poem as always!

    “When finally I awoke, it was another age” – I can relate to that experience, I once fainted when I was 15, and I found myself in the Swiss Alps, flying like a bird lol. When I woke up, it was as if years had gone by. In fact, just some minutes had!

    Have you ever been in California?

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  5. Louise Jaques · March 18, 2012

    Finding the most natural thing in the presence of such forceful nature – I like to think we’ve all enjoyed the ectasy of such a moment. Beautifully captured!

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  6. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you so much! Yes, please go ahead and reblog if you wish – I would be very grateful!

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  7. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you so much! I am grateful.

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  8. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you Soma! And thank you for the nomination – I am truly honoured!

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  9. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Ina, I thank you once again! You had a very interesting experience! Sadly (?), no I haven’t been to California… except in my dreams. 😉

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  10. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you once again Louise!

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  11. susanjanejones · March 18, 2012

    That’s a lovely poem for Mother’s Day.

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  12. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you Susan – I hadn’t thought of that… but you’re right!

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  13. journeyintopoetry · March 18, 2012

    David, this is a most beautiful, haunting poem.

    “Fingers spanning epochs
    flattened into inches”

    A wonderful line.

    I am sorry to have missed a few of your posts but the flu wiped me out and it’s just too much trying to catch up. I would have to catch up equally with everyone and there are just too many!! But I am back and that’s the main thing, raring to go and enjoy your beautiful creativity.

    Christine x

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  14. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Hi, glad to hear you’re getting better. And don’t worry about ‘catching up’, just take it easy!

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  15. susangeckle · March 18, 2012

    “seconds stretching into centuries’ That’s an amazing thought! That really captures how some moments can seem timeless.

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  16. pathwriter · March 18, 2012

    Lovely. 🙂

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  17. Awa · March 18, 2012

    Reblogged this on Here, There Be Gods.

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  18. timotheous128 · March 18, 2012

    You are most welcome. 🙂

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  19. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you!!!

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  20. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you very much!

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  21. dfb · March 18, 2012

    I thank you so much!

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  22. magsx2 · March 18, 2012

    Hi,
    A beautiful poem, very nice indeed, well done. 🙂

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  23. dfb · March 18, 2012

    Thank you Mags!!!

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  24. Renee Espriu · March 18, 2012

    Such a way with words you have that takes the reader with you.

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  25. Betty Hayes Albright · March 18, 2012

    A wonderful, beautiful poem, David! So many good lines in this – can’t choose a favorite. Feel that I’ve been in that place….

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  26. J.B. O'Shea · March 19, 2012

    Great write, and an enjoyable read.

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  27. dfb · March 19, 2012

    Thank you so much! I’m grateful to you.

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  28. dfb · March 19, 2012

    Thank you Betty, you’re very kind as always! I’ve been there… in my dreams.

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  29. dfb · March 19, 2012

    James, thank you very much!

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  30. Colline · March 19, 2012

    So beautiful. As I understand it, you are describing a relationship with Mother Nature. Am I correct?

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  31. dfb · March 19, 2012

    Hi, thank you for your comments! Yes, kind of, nature, or maybe someone we know… 😉

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  32. granbee · March 19, 2012

    The beloved never dies to our hearts. As a frequent visitor to the American Southwest while raising my two children, I very much appreciate your “walking on the mesas” in this poem with us.

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  33. Lindy Lee · March 20, 2012

    Cacti & succulents, compelling beauties in nature, as they descended from the oceans, tolerate weather extremes & possess unique defenses against their enemies…

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  34. dfb · March 20, 2012

    Thank you Granbee! Yes, I’ve always been fascinated by mesas and ‘inselbergs’ as called them in geography.

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  35. dfb · March 20, 2012

    Thank you again, Lindy!

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  36. Explorations in Sacred Space · March 20, 2012

    First, I apologize for getting you name wrong. I used what was in your URL.

    David, this is the sort of poem that I absolutely love, the thing that comes from spirit and heart and not a think of the mind. It’s pure and true. Absolutely lovely. Thank you!

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  37. dfb · March 20, 2012

    Jamie, thank you so very much!

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  38. lscotthoughts · March 21, 2012

    Wow, David, this is incredible writing; esp. the verse below, however, the entire poem is amazing!

    “my spine square to red earth;
    you were there in each rock,
    the cactus, every molecule of air,
    in the eagle’s eye lasering my soul”.

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  39. dfb · March 21, 2012

    Thank you very much, Lauren!

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