posted June 30, 2013 09:58 AM            

Mourning Doves
seek refuge
high in the crook
of densely skirted tree.

Earthly camouflaged
warm bodies
tethered in heat-

posted July 11, 2013 04:10 PM            

Mature complicated art that paints all the layers and moods at-once, while looking at it overall. Such an intricate layering of things so private yet collective....

posted July 12, 2013 11:17 AM            

Never ashamed
timid or bothered
by this outpouring.

It is the purest and finest who care
in all these pursuits and endeavors
reaping the cascading benefits
of putting someone else
graciously above yourself.

Coming out of the circle
reaching the clouds
feeling full amidst the crowds
peaceful, gaiety, light
insightfully humble and happy.

posted July 12, 2013 02:55 PM            

Are you self-aware of your Gift as 'prophetess'? You have 'prophetic vision' or 'sight' INto other realms... yes? Some writers are not conscious of this.... Are you seeing this for yourself yet?

When I see these certain words, my mind is prompted to play. Exchange and transpose these images:

You see Mourning doves... in the mornings

The Morning's doves... are in mourning

How Blessed these Doves are, that you are a witness from a parallel place in a wider consciousness...

Thanks for your work and contribution, Pearlty!

Gently laughing,... Me-thinks 'the prophet's words' (your poetry) has a healing resonance which is a profiting for my soul right now...

posted July 12, 2013 05:58 PM            

As far as "seeing" yes I'm aware, and how that has coincided with poetry is- I'm able to place my mind in the heart or core of something, and slowly and methodically work my way combusting outwards. Example; a flower is not just a flower, a fragrant field is not something we take in and overlook, the spirit not a eh'- he/she is good or bad, scanty definitive perception.

Instead I feel every fibrous intricacy pulsating underneath the surface. For writing and creativity it is indeed a blessed gift. However, personally with people on occasion- not always so. Seeing and expelling truth can feel harrowing mixed with a twinge of vulnerability for others, depending on the situation at hand.

In any event, going in and going in-depth, I find those abundant channels we open and the reservoirs of energy we tap into- pour forth from myself more comfortably through poetry, visions, the notable occurrences- most don't take the time to "note", and an old "feeling" I pay attention to, not all together comprehensible, yet I've grown to appreciate it on an insightful level.

posted July 12, 2013 08:01 PM            

You're an angel

posted July 13, 2013 11:52 AM            

quote:

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Originally posted by Pearlty:

Thanks Mirage..
I have this lovely pair of doves that come to my home every spring and make their nest here. I just love watching them, they're so beautiful, and provide a wonderful subject for poetry.

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posted July 15, 2013 10:59 AM            

Reminds me of this poet's thought..

"That way of inspiration
is always open, and open to everyone;
it acts as go-between, interpreter,
it explains symbols of the past
in to-day's imagery"
~H.D.

posted July 21, 2013 02:38 AM            

In this last poem (first line) 'Sometimes life is just plain beautiful'...(later lines)... I loved the kinesthetic sense when the page-words 'dropping out and making a blank space' for the 'sky'. You achieve with your words! I could sense the drop, then in my mind not seeing where they went! Clever. Then we find the criss-crossing effect as you say.

You paint images with words, and MADE an image appear using letters and space-letting.

You evoked in my mind a brilliant blue-sky memory of white birds, and their flight behavior patterns. We CAN personify them through 'symbols'....

You communicate so well.

AND, I really liked your answer to me under "Mirage, Too much?"...

You give insight to your perceptions. And further, I like the way your talent takes-in that 'imprint' and show US what it's like.

It's good to communicate on these levels, yes?

Ah, yes... (I'm still one of your biggest fan, here!)

posted July 22, 2013 11:33 AM            

I checked out the link you provided- "Bird Story" So sad, stirred my sensitivities for sure.

In response to your comment, which by the way I love the warm, friendly, open-easiness of your tone. I appreciate your insights into my poetry, and yes to answer your question I do love communicating on many levels. I've often thought of that saying "you won't have any poetry unless you bring some with you" to be true, and I try to bring some with me wherever I go- as it seems to naturally follow and is an integrated part of my nature.

A little off topic, yet having to do with the communicative process no less. I can remember having such a difficult time letting my first collection of poetry "go." The feeling can be compared to having every unique essence, that makes you..you on parade, and your diary per-say left open. I tried to take cues from other writing friends who had published previously, and they appeared so bubbly, happy, and accomplished; and here I was with a few days of crying, feeling indifferent, and having a lot of trouble unlocking that key. Good sense prevailed in the end and I seized that notion everything happens on its due course opportunistically for a reason.

Eventually I had some very rewarding experiences almost other-worldly to me. For instance at one point- some of my poems ended up at a facility for women, not free to come and go as they please. I was asked if the poems could be shared as a part of their group session, and my reply was by all means, yes of course. I didn't care why those women were there or what they did. I just thought to myself they are human beings, and even in their daunting and bleakest of hours of what life has handed them--I wanted them to remember beauty. I wanted to bring what I gather and see aesthetically out here, to them- to touch, remember, and to feel, and I succeeded. At that moment poetically I realized and understood the meaning of purpose.

The genre of poetry is a bit "different" its momentum for the most part is quaint and humble- sometimes even fated where it happens to travel. I like the idea it's stumbled upon, which I can attest being an avid reader I've stumbled across many. It feels like you're privy to astounding thoughtful treasures residing in some dusty museum vault, ending up in the right hands, at precisely the right time--splendidly meant to be.

posted December 06, 2013 01:10 PM            

I'm going to keep this for awhile
send it at a later time
when you least expect it
on some dreary day it will arrive
hopefully bringing a smile
for your pretty eyes.

I don't think you happen to know
how much
in my world
you are loved
what a perfect friend
you have been through it all.

You have been here-
for everything
not just in fragments-
or pieces of my life
you found interesting.

You've kept my secrets
that is a grand gesture
to praise
in its entirety.

You've called me out of the blue
many times
reminding me
I'm beautiful
and other strings of compliments
thoughtfully teaching me
not to shy away
but rather, graciously say-
thank you.

So- to make it a little easier for you
do me a favor
find the library there
get anything by Whitman (poet)
go outside, if possible
or find somewhere quiet for your mind-
and read his words
he wrote for people like us
you'll understand what I mean
verse by verse.

Keep your chin up
you're going to get healthy
and feel better
than you ever knew you could.

posted December 06, 2013 08:37 PM            

Your the kind of Muse every aspiring person would be lucky to interact with!