Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Forty . . .

longing for Snowflake, my wandering soul-mate
by Stormcat

It's easy for you to know where I am because I seldom go anywhere. You on the other hand are always going somewhere. So that even when informed, you've left that somewhere, I find myself uncertain of your destination. Not that I wish to control, impose on your solitude, or even track your movement . . . rather that I long for the comfort of your spirit . . . to live within the relief of feeling that you remain possible.

For what are you searching, my Love, the comfort of Eden? There is no Eden of the body . . . it is not a physical place; rather it is a condition of appropriately blended soul . . . it cannot be reached alone, in isolation . . . nor in the company of casual connection . . . only through the development of the absolute and the perfection of the uncertain; that perfection wholly embodied within mutual acceptance thereof.

Our lives are in winter . . . season of frigid cold . . . but we are Snowflake and Stormcat . . .  I am the cat of the sky longing to soar, yet born of the earth destined to always return thereto . . . You are born ethereal high in the clouds of tumultuous uncertainty. . .  though you long to rest, you are meant to float on the wind; even as you melt, your essence returns to clouds to be born anew. . . We intersect souls in skyspace.

Come fly with me! Rest in the insulation of fur armor take solace in fierce desire. Justify transcendence to winds aloft that we may dine together on delicate ecstasy. Settle in the fortress of shared solitude building barricades excluding unwanted disturbance. Venture confidently into peaceful eternity trusting in the permanence of unquenchable love proffered in quiet hope, freely irrevocably offered in innocence.


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14 comments:

  1. Beautiful poem, and such a powerful line:

    perfection wholly embodied within mutual acceptance

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  2. I especially like the ideas that eden "cannot be reached alone, in isolation" and "We intersect souls in skyspace."

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  3. Delicate ecstasy! I see and feel it in the flying dance of Stormcat and Snowflake. Bravo on a moving prose poem! What a vision.

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  4. to live within the relief of feeling that you remain possible. - the most beautiful thing I'm reading today.

    <3

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  5. Ah, beautiful..when you find your soul mate you really do fly..

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  6. there is a delicate feel of a dance to this... a ballet is what came to mind...

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  7. Romantic and full of longing. It makes me want to hear Snowflake's response -- or is Snowflake able to hear Stormcat's call amidst the drifting?

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  8. that perfection wholly embodied
    within mutual acceptance thereof

    Exactly SC! There can never be a substitute for true love! And thanks for an offering that's a refreshing whiff of prose unlike the usual poetry. Brilliant!

    Hank

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  9. This is my favorite poem of yours so far. I especially love the stanza that begins "Our lives are in winter." It really lifts off and soars around the ceiling.....especially "We intersect souls in skyspace." Wowzers, kiddo, this is a fantastic piece of writing. Missing your girl hones your pen, my friend.

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  10. "even as you melt, your essence returns to clouds to be born anew."

    wonderful line !

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  11. Condition of appropriately blended soul... to live with the relief... our lives are in winter... Wonderful lines!

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  12. Such a beautiful piece...".For what are you searching, my Love, the comfort of Eden? There is no Eden of the body . . . it is not a physical place; rather it is a condition of appropriately blended soul" An Eden we all wish for

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  13. Wow, I am impressed! What a lovely piece! It gives one a warm feeling of love and acceptance. :)

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  14. The snowflake in her crystalline beauty can do nothing but smile and dance at such words of love.

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