Alabaster goddess, small fissures did display
Suspended in an expectant posture, very poignant this way
Her hands outstretched and forward as if grasping for someone
Cheekbones raised I see a tear reflecting in the sun
Ghost of once a goddess, larger fissures now displayed
Seasons, decades swirling round, longer these last days
The last sail gone for so long with many setting suns
All that’s left is silence where their last words were all but sung
©2010-2011 Michael Yost
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Isn’t this lovely. So poignant and bitter sweet, Michael. xoxo
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“Gorsch Maam”, toeing at the soil, “twernted nothing..” o/
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“Aw, shucks”….blush… 🙂
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When I close my eyes I can see the alabaster goddess…and that assures me that you have captured a moment, a photograph, with your words. What better stone to absorb your words than alabaster, a flask filled with ‘very costly fragrant oil’ used by Mary to anoint the head of Jesus.
Beautiful symbolism and so well written.
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Thank you for the beautiful critique.
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OK great.
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welcome in…
love the vocabulary you use in your poem.
beautiful sentiments captured….
have fun!
18 comments within or by next Wednesday is a must…
Thanks for the instant action…
😉
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Thanks for the input. I think I satisfied the 18 tonight. Didn’t think I would have the extra time. 🙂
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nice depiction!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/12/05/rhythms-of-the-heart/
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Thank you and thanks for stopping by.
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I’m in love with the imagery here. I could just picture the statue worn by weather. Very picturesque. Delicious piece of poetry.
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Your kind to say, thanks. Shhsshh Can you hear those lake trout humming? 5 AM Irvine Lake, CA be there or be square… Talk about delish..
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Gorgeous piece of poetry! Your words describe a very vivid image, and I can see the alabaster goddess in my mind.
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Thanks for the nice comments. Say hi to Scott for me! 😉
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Wonderfully sensitive poem! You really capture the image so clearly! I really enjoyed it.
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I never knew I was from Mars..”that I become hollow,
mute god of words,
that I will never create
as I was created.”
I’ve been caught in the act myself…
Are women really from Venus? =)
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A lovely and evocative piece of writing, Michael.
‘Ghost of once a goddess, larger fissures now displayed’
A very nice line. I could see her in her elegant decay, a shadow of her former pristine beauty. Nice. 🙂
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Absolutely beautiful, the flow, the words, the gentle heartbreak of her fading. perfect!
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This one flowed like tap water.. others.. well lets not go there.. Thank you for the kind words.
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It was so easy for me to visualize this. I enjoyed the feeling of obsolescene, the beauty of the tear upon her cheek. Maybe it’s time for women to rediscover their inner goddesses.
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Thanks for being supportive. Wait, let’s not be too hasty.. Still sanding callouses (sp) off my shoulders from the last one…. jk…
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Oh my goodness. This is just lovely. Each line is a work to be savored … and you wrote about goddesses. We like that!
Thanks for a fine Rally poem. Hope you enjoy your visits and visitors.
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It’s nice to find out that your work is liked. It’s also nice to be exposed to other poets. I do enjoy most visits, but I’m easily distracted by visual stimulation (I like to be stimulated through the pictures the poet paints so like you, I might savor the work of the word). Having said that; to all my visitors I take a knee, bow my head and offer up, with both open palm hands, up stretched the magic blue pencil.
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What’s alablaster mean??…Buhh, I still likes the whole abstract feel! 🙂
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Alabaster was a very white rock originally quarried from a town in Egypt called, Alabastron. Different cultures use it for statues, lamp shades ointment boxes, etc. Somes types of alabaster is hard and some soft enough to be affected by erosion.
Glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Like a time warp back to ancient times… 🙂
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My name is Mr Peabody and this is my boy Sherman; welcome to the wayback machine..
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nice piece 🙂
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Thanks. Maybe you could explain group 34 on Poets Unlimited?
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Thank you very much.
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Michael this is truly beautiful, haunting, tender, I could really visual it as well wow thank you so much for sharing!
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It’s one of my favorite. Thanks for liking it.
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First time I have read any of your work, am definitely impressed, This is quite a beautiful poem, one I would like to read again.
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Please do. smile..
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nice description in the first half and the second becomes rather evocative…nicely done sir
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Thanks Brian; it’s always good to see your comments
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This flows really beautifully. I love the gentle rhyming … magical. Thanks for your visit 🙂
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Thanks. It’s a good thing to support others around us who have the same interest.
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