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Oasis Love
by Julie AdamsDays smear
like watercolors, melting
into the vast white
canvas drying
or dying
* * *
love, the kind
that always fits,
comfortably, like cotton
from the start
has you giddy for days
but time always finds
exotic silks beyond
and comfort becomes
little comfort. In the end
I gaze and glare
miles from anywhere local,
toes tickling future's pools—
stirring in the distance,
a soulmate's oasis
the rising heat hovers
between us
* * *
Borges' dreamtigers guard my eyelids
like tombs, licked dry
by spring jungle winds
as I sleep
next to her
* * *
in the combustive starry night
energy boils into light
that winks and warns
so I use caution
leading to the horizon
Magellan also once beheld,
and, all I need is to be held,
to feel the enveloping serenity
my bloodshot eyes can't see;
let me feel
my way to the shore
this time
time's sand familiar
under knee and palm,
crawling through
sun and storm
to the four corners
of the Earth, of love
and back, I'd go
her hand slipped into mine
we slipped into life
and love
I slipped into the unfamiliar
souls intertwined
* * *
I stumbled
but instinct caught me, again
steady underfoot
I tread on
05/22/2006 Posted on 05/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michael Faraday on 05/22/06 at 08:42 PM could easily be a few poems...will look forward to the next draft. cheers, j |
| Posted by Delilah Coyne on 05/23/06 at 01:00 AM The 1st and last stanzas are very powerful. Well done! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/06 at 02:03 AM Evocative read Jewels. I especially like this stanza: I gaze and glare
miles from anywhere local,
toes tickling future's pools—
stirring in the distance,
a soulmate's oasis
the rising heat hovers
between us
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| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/23/06 at 01:14 PM Oasis Love indeed. Words flow out of you like fresh springs from ancient mountains. |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 05/23/06 at 04:59 PM Very powerful and intense. I loved everything about it from the images evoked to the wonderful flow and rhythm of the piece. The title is just so fitting. Great write- very beautiful read! |
| Posted by Bruce W Niedt on 05/24/06 at 04:06 PM Very lyrical and rich with imagery - loved "Borges' dreamtigers" - well done.... d:-) |
| Posted by James Zealy on 05/24/06 at 04:38 PM Beautiful write. This is one of those moments where you are afraid to go to sleep, in hopes that all those feelings and impressions don't get lost in the unconciousness. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/24/06 at 06:58 PM Beautiful Julie. I sense a thread throughout the poem of grace and time - interconnected with nature's help.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 05/24/06 at 07:01 PM wonderfully open and honest. that second part really spoke to me; a beautiful description of somewhere i think most if not all of us have been and the other place to which we have looked. reading it is like having a dream that processes waiting thoughts into something manageable, the dreamland being a juxtaposition of a real, solid foreground against a smooth, Dali esque sky. as you can probably tell from the length of this comment, this for me is one of the most evocative poems i've read in a long time. i'm very glad i read it. |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 05/26/06 at 03:39 PM i've never loved an opening stanza more. you "paint" the scene with such beauty...the giddiness of love, oh, sigh...and then you build the passion with toes tickling future's pools—
stirring in the distance,
a soulmate's oasis
the rising heat hovers
between us
LOVE THAT! IT'S THE POUNDING HEART OF THIS POEM!
it drifts and flows so beautifully from there, and i esp love the water/storm imagery.
other fave lines:
..... time's sand familiar
under knee and palm,...and, all I need is to be held.....there is a map of the heart here...like a ship's search for her lover by following the north star, only to find that she IS the star herself ....i agree that it is possible to have several poems here, but that just goes to show how strong this poem is. each stanza stands alone. each section of the poem is its own world. just gorgeous story from start to finish, and strong throughout with imagery and character, and an end that is not an end, but a continuation of the journey. PK |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/27/06 at 10:36 AM this poem serves on its menu such delightful and delectable fare and tasty beyond memory of ever having tasted such words before. this painting goes beyond eye rapture. |
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