Float

i am at one with a morose mist

it creeps over, draping

it’s moist tendrils

merge, shaping

shivered fingertips

to settle

on prostrate limbs

so inviting this mellow of

malleable depths

..

lament not

these quagmired proclivities

i chose this home of drawbridge splinters

of fenland, forest and fortress

to nestle your frigid winters

and linger in murky,

mired martyrdom

a stagnant slimed moat

together beneath ice sheet

our cloistral bodies still float

55 thoughts on “Float”

  1. First time I have ever come on to my feed and seen you up top! Your poetry is always so smart and so efficient (awkward word to use, sorry!) at creating some real imagery and atmosphere. I can feel where I’m supposed to be in your poetry. I think that’s what I’m trying to say!

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    1. Hugs to you Arbie for your kind words … I was timing my post to FINALLY make it to the top of your feed πŸ˜‰ Happy New Year … look forward to being entertained by you in 2018 (I’m a bit behind as was on vacay in France the last few weeks!)

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      1. Amazing! Celebrated bday and Xmas in Paris … then a few nights with French blogger who is a complete sweetheart and was incredibly hospitable. So lucky! Can you tell I’m still on a high from the whole experience… despite the jet lag! πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

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      2. Aaaahhh gosh I’m so pleased you sound like you had an absolute blast! And happy belated birthday! All the tasty treats and warm drinks to see you through your jet lag! πŸ˜„πŸ’œ

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    1. Thank you so much Christine! I’m extremely new to writing/the blogoshpere so am not really certain what collaboratively entails – a dull as dishwater science/medical background here πŸ™‚

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      1. The best collaborations occur when someone comes up with first stanza and we trade back and forth organically. Petitions (the latest group collaboration that Eric coordinated) started with a single stanza that he wrote that we kept adding to.

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      2. Interesting! I’ll definitely have to check it out. A bit like a group of chefs working in something delicious in the kitchen!

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  2. “lament not
    these quagmired proclivities
    I chose this home of drawbridge splinters”

    This particular line took my heart away. How beautiful this expression of strength is to take the responsibility of your decision to stay against the odds and not forcing any guilt , accepting no blames!! ❀

    I am still wondering how depths could be malleable. Is it somehow related to the expanding nature of pain, failure and disappointment that covers everything with dark, all those happy, successful moments! We never get the idea of the surface bruised and extent of healing required though it could just be a moment of heartbreak!

    This piece of poetry is a bang-on!!

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    1. Your speculative wanderings are bang on! Pain can be morphed over time, or the shadows change in the surface of the water we are immersed in. Time passes, reeds grow, positions shift. Pain matures.
      A tale of unconditional support and care.
      Eventually either the ice cracks and the two can leave or the water evaporates. The two are muddied but can embrace a new beginning.
      Thankful for your great comment my precious!
      ❀️

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      1. That I can ignite your mind is truly overwhelming because I am quietly in awe of your intellectual prowess. Shh, I said quietly 😌

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    1. Am I so obvious, dear one? This is all I could conjure in my dramatic despair as the plane soared over the Atlantic. So much more than post vacation blues. I surrender to you both.
      Yes, conjure me back … I’ll do whatever I can. And in the meantime let’s write, and dream πŸ’•

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      1. Holding my breath and watching intently as you grab the quill, dip the nib in ink and prepare to write. With that far off look in your eyes. I’m happy in such a reverie dear B πŸ’•

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  3. Such language and imaginary🌈. I needed a dictionary so that I could read it clearly. Marvellous piece, Diana! You have an exquisite manner of portraying words! ❀ πŸ’–

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      1. I am grateful for being able to read such elegant poetry for free! You, my dear, are an amazing author and I feel privileged. I am happy you enjoy my photography and I sure enjoyed yours too from Paris πŸ—ΌπŸ’œ.

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      2. Wow! This just might be one of the nicest comments I’ve ever had the pleasure of receiving. And so sincere …. thank you dear D!! Sending abundant warmth to you πŸŒΉπŸŒΉπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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    1. First time ever that my words have lulled a reader into a state where potential limb loss might be tolerated! But I guess we do have lots of toes so …. haha. Thanks for a truly memorable comment Erich!

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    1. This is beyond sweet 😌 Witness my humble face and reddened cheeks.
      Yes, most of the pics are mine. I live in the edge of protected urban forest and happened upon this marshy view one damp day. I thought it was a fancy plant but a friend called it a β€œstink lily” haha. Not very elegant!

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      1. It did not stink at all, from a safe distance πŸ˜‰
        And there’s a saying isn’t there, about how one man’s weed is another man’s … something or rather hehe. I have a soft spot for weeds and underdogs. 😌

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