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Crescent Moon (posted on: 08-07-16)
I wrote this poem some time ago after seeing the devastation the west inflicted on innocent people. I have reposted it after the results of the Chilcot enquiry. When we allow ourselves to be ruled by psychopaths, it is the innocent who suffer.

 photo images_zpsb5uqy5fz.jpg A solitary star hangs in a silent sky and speaks to the heart of a place far removed from the present chaos and agony of broken lives, broken bones and ruined buildings. Somewhere pure. Safe. Where children laugh. Those little arms and legs grey now, mottled, still... Obscene lacerations gaping wounds, testifying mutely to the evil of outrage to innocents. Dead air, pierced by sobs, moans and muffled prayers Shell-shocked minds with empty arms retreat behind blank eyes and fall into a chasm of inner grief. The Horned Viper uncoils in slow menace under the dawn sky and side-winds down to the city. Hell is all around. The Crescent Moon, is weeping for her children. And here, half across the world on the cusp of this new day, in sleepless solidarity a mother cries along. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Crescent Moon
gwirionedd on 08-07-2016
Crescent Moon
You bravely delve into a subject that, quite frankly, I try to avoid thinking about, that most people, I think, try to avoid thinking about. It's just too horrible to contemplate. But you go straight in.

By "the West", you really mean America and Britain. Most of the rest of the West (Canada, New Zealand, France, Germany, Norway, Sweden, Finland, Switzerland, Austria, Belgium, Greece) were opposed to this unbelievably destructive, irresponsible, permanently-damaging act of folly, and now, in spite of that, most of those countries are going to suffer massively from the consequences of that war. It has sown the seeds of a clash of civilisations, of World War Three. Although maybe that was exactly the idea.

Tony Blair should be executed for crimes against the entire human race.

But it's not just him. We also had MI5 ignoring the evidence that there were no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, and whoever it was that bumped off Doctor Kelly for saying the same.

This was in Britain, astonishingly, and not the Soviet Union or North Korea...



Author's Reply:
The images and films I saw of young children killed and maimed . Those alive screaming for their distraught mothers and fathers affected me deeply. That DEMON Madeleine Albright, when informed half a MILLION children had died..responded that it was considered worth it!
What can we say about people like that? They are the psychopathic sociopaths who are now in control. Blair was a spineless puppy to the NWO. He has sold his soul. Like you I want to see him swing but come what may, he will meet judgement some day.

I really do not think people understand just how near oblivion we all are now. Putin has become exasperated with all the provocation and has warned in no uncertain terms that we are heading for NUCLEAR WAR unless we take control. He showed up Obama’s pathetic attempt to show the world he was trying to combat ISIS. It is that bunch of bastards who have funded and trained Isis.
I despair for the future.
No wonder the Bible tells us. β€œThe people perish for the lack of knowledge”

We are now entering the last ditch saloon and even as I write nuclear warheads are being primed.
Thanks as ever for commenting and sharing my intense feelings of revulsion.
Our hearts are in the right place!
Alison x

stormwolf on 08-07-2016
Crescent Moon
Rest in peace Dr Kelly and Robin Cook.

So amazing they both conveniently died very suddenly.

From Robin Cook’s Wiki entry

'A later memorial service at St Margaret's Church, Westminster, on 5 December 2005, included a reading by Tony Blair and tributes by Gordon Brown and Madeleine Albright.'


Anybody joining any dots yet?

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Supratik on 09-07-2016
Crescent Moon
Deeply touched. The last stanza is worth a thousand read. Poems like these should be read by many. Supratik

Author's Reply:
There are many evils in today's world but children come in unblemished and precious. They do not deserve to suffer like this. Pain and loss knows no barriers of colour or creed,
These acts of war are a stain on the collective consciousness of humanity.
Thanks as ever for reading and your most generous comment..
Alison x

cooky on 09-07-2016
Crescent Moon
A very classy poem which captures the world today. I guess if you write long enough we are all capable of such superb work. This is certainly first class.

Author's Reply:
What a lovely comment Cooky.
I think you underestimate your own ability to write. I could never begin to tackle the things you do so well.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 09-07-2016
Crescent Moon
You excelled with this one as others have said, just wonderful writing Alison.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much Mike. I think when the emotions are engaged it translates onto the page.
I will have to write a happy poem soon.
haha

Alison xx

Bozzz on 09-07-2016
Crescent Moon
Tne tragedy you write of in your beautiful but sad poem I s was inspired by the continuing madness of the Christian religion. In the end, such men always s reach for the gun. I am so impressed by your skill – as ever
Love stays, David


Author's Reply:
So many Christians today are only paying lip service. Jesus would be appalled.
Do not judge the actions of such slimey Catholics as Blair with those who hold love dear .

Love is all that matters in the end.
Alison xxx

gwirionedd on 09-07-2016
Crescent Moon
Do the people who REALLY rule the world follow the Christian religion?...

Or a different one?....



Author's Reply:
NO...Luciferians rule the world. It even says so in the bible. Jesus knew it.

It depends how far up the pyramid people are prepared to go.

Alison x

sweetwater on 10-07-2016
Crescent Moon
I can only add my comments to those above, there is nothing more I can find to say that hasnt already been expressed. There is fast becoming far too much grief and horror to bare, or to even take in anymore. A very fine, if heartbreaking poem
Alison. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
Yes, there is so much suffering but from hereon in I am going to try to change my tune and concentrate on the light.
There is so much beauty in the world and that is why it upsets me so much to see the ugliness and violence.
However, if humanity can collectively send out a different signal? circumstances can change almost miraculously. I have to keep thinking that.
Alison x

Kipper on 12-07-2016
Crescent Moon
Dear Alison,
This is without doubt excellent and deeply moving writing, clearly acknowledged by your correspondents. Much of their comments, and your replies also have my support even ithough I might have expressed them in less forthrightly terms.
However your reference to "those slimy Catholics' was hurtful to me and perhaps others too, for it implied that Catholics are less capable of feeling the revulsion you speak of. I am a Catholic and I assure you that in this you are mistaken.
It is nevertheless a very well written and moving poem.
Michael



Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal
I fear you have misunderstood me and my reference here. I was referring to Tony Blair as slimey and it's my opinion his conversion to Catholism was not genuine...just my opinion. Had he really had a spiritual conversion he would not have maintained he would do the same all over again, namely sending hundreds of our young service people to fight and be killed or maimed and resulting in the deaths of millions of innocent people.
I was actually married for 20 years to a catholic and he's the father of my three children so I was hardly tarring everyone with the same brush. In fact one of the most influential women and mentors to me on my long spiritual walk was a catholic nun.
Sorry you have taken this personally.
I was actually quite shocked that you did.
Alison


The Reason (posted on: 08-07-16)
On being a grandmother.

 photo rsz_1rsz_img_1766_zpswfvz7opt.jpg We'll be safe in the Summerlands but meanwhile, I am wracked by the pain of a world in travail. Where Dali's melted watches flank inner vision with the blank eyes of daybreak. Humanity's tortured psyche wards off the sandman. But then.... Her little face, that smiling innocence pierces the anguish, enlivens the spirit and calls me back from the bottle green depths. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for The Reason
gwirionedd on 08-07-2016
The Reason
That's your granddaughter? Bless her, what a cutie...

Yeah, remember the realness of real human beings at all times. Remember love. Love is real.

You want to keep your loved ones safe. I think Scotland is safe for now. If not, there are plenty of remote islands you can whisk your family away to.

I'm lucky that I only have myself to take care of, which is easier. I'm thinking, maybe one day, of the Falklands...



Author's Reply:
Yes, that's my granddaughter Hollie. I have two others, they have been my greatest joy and it is for them I rage against the machine . Ridicule means nothing.

Yes! Love is everything! It really is and the elites cannot feel it. They know only hatred, death, destruction and decay.

They are ruining the entire globe even although they live here but many are now going to their underground bolt-holes or New Zealand. Half the Gr Barrier reef is now dead from Fukushima though so no escape. The entire Pacific dead.
220 life forms becoming extinct each DAY! Why is ths not front page news? What the hell is wrong with people?

On a spiritual level, love will always keep us safe, even if we lose our lives. (first line of poem πŸ˜‰ )
Remember that Archie. We are only passing through.
Alison xx

Pronto on 08-07-2016
The Reason
I see by your answer above that you are in despair for the future of the world. Me too. I feel sorry for your beautiful granddaughter as she is the generation that will reap the whirlwind.
Excellent poem Alison.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony,
Yes, it's so sad to see what the world is looking like now compared to when we were young, There were always problems and trouble but never on the scale we see today. The average person is more interested in their mobile phone and if something happens to somebody, they are more interested in recording it for Facebook than going to help.
It's very depressing.
Thanks for dropping in, much appreciated.
Alison x

Supratik on 09-07-2016
The Reason
Yes why not Alison, that beautifully enlightening smile will call you back from the bottle green depths a myriad times. The poem has an 'ah' element throughout. One of your simpler poems I'd say that best justifies the title. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem. For your lovely grand-daughter, my blessings. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Your blessings are most gratefully received.
Alison x

cooky on 09-07-2016
The Reason
lets hope the grandkids do a better job than we did. Its good to be reminded that we all have a future.

Author's Reply:
Hiya Cooky!!!

We are continually evolving. Our ancestors left us something to pass on. The children deserve the best we can leave.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 09-07-2016
The Reason
This is SO you again Alison, I may not always agree with all of your thoughts....but when you write like this you almost convince me 😊
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
I'll make a believer out of you yet! (or maybe not πŸ˜‰ )

Thanks so much for your comment
Alison x

pdemitchell on 09-07-2016
The Reason
I like the flash of Dali's painting and I love my grandkids too! Well Howlzed. Mitch

Author's Reply:
Dontcha just love surrealism?
You are a grandad ? Well I never. 😎
It's so much more fun than being a parent but it's so difficult to think what they may have to experience. All blessings come at a price don't they Mitch 😕
Hols
Alison x






sweetwater on 10-07-2016
The Reason
We truly are as you say just passing through, I wish those who hold themselves and their evil theories against us all were of the same mind, but when so many are prepared to lose their lives, and sacrifice the lives of their own children in their blindness what hope can we find? That goes against all the laws of nature and I fear we cannot win against it. We can only trust that our children and grandchildren will stay safe. A very strong poem Alison, we can all relate to your worries. Sue x.


Author's Reply:
Yes, Sue.
I feel that I have now written enough about the negativity as it is not in anybody's interests really and only keeps our thoughts on a low vibration.
There is a major spiritual upheaval going on now and so I shall now be trying to keep my thoughts on a lighter level. If we create our realities by like attracting like...then the best thing I can do is to keep focused on the light.
It's a daily struggle but it is very important.
You are totally correct when you say to trust.
Alison x


Waiting on the Call (posted on: 04-07-16)
Slightly amended after posting. I hope the nibbers are ok with it. πŸ˜‰ I just felt some bits were missing.

 photo 7c37ef55b3ec5175045b5706516bc50c_zpsosch3vv1.jpg The tenure on this dalliance grows ever less appealing. All hell has broken out and the zombie masses are too painful to witness. Surely there is more to humanity, than clogs to clogs or indifference to truth in two generations? Mindless lemmings soldered to mobile phones asleep. Far from clinging on for dear life my life is no longer dear. My bags are packed and I am in the departure lounge waiting... My allegiance is elsewhere. Even a clear starry sky can no longer be trusted. Maybe NASA is right? Perhaps we do exist farm animals or genetic experiments held into a matrix, an alien hologram unable to break loose. There's so much more to The Spirit than this putrefying mess of terrorism and capitulation. corruption and dark vision. Maybe I never was meant to fit in? In these last days, that is my only reassurance. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ July 2016
Archived comments for Waiting on the Call
Supratik on 04-07-2016
Waiting on the Call
Very clear message. However, I do not see any arrogance in the realisation, that is what'd drawn me into re-reading. That 'even a clear starry sky can no longer be trusted' is fracassant; it has element of Byron who 'learn[t] the language of another world', though in a different way, a re-assurance that the poet's 'allegiance is elsewhere'. I will come back, I have to. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Dear Supratik
I am so happy you read it so well! I confess I had to look up fracassant but when I did I realised that it was absolutely the perfect word to describe my feelings of that revelation.

I was not expecting to write a poem but when it came it encapsulated my feelings of withdrawal and alienation in the world I see around me now.
I am also humbled you took it into favourite poems 😍
Thank you
Alison x

gwirionedd on 04-07-2016
Waiting on the Call
"Far from clinging on for dear life
my life is no longer dear.
My bags are packed
and I am in the departure lounge
waiting...
My allegiance is elsewhere."

This is a sentiment that I understand fully. I think a lot of people do right now. I hear a lot of talk of "I don't want to live on this planet anymore".

Don't go just yet though. You'll miss the fight. The numbers of the awake are growing. Remember, we won Brexit. More victories are on the way...

x


Author's Reply:
Perhaps it's a a passing phase but I feel the odds are against us. The tentacles of corruption have done a fine job and I am soul tired of the uphill battle.
Already, in the UK we shall bring in another capitulator, traitor scum. When I hear people say that next time they will vote left or right with no real awareness, well, I don't want to be around for the invasion.


Alison x

Mikeverdi on 05-07-2016
Waiting on the Call
Wonderful, this is the best of you. 😀
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike, glad you liked it.

Alison xx

sweetwater on 05-07-2016
Waiting on the Call
Amazing poem, it stepped right into my soul, and I would rather like to step back out with it and into your departure lounge, its not fun here anymore and I don't want to play. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Me neither. I have spent a lifetime watching what has come to pass. I think we are very much in sync. I was amazed how you sensed the rain was not normal but full of import. So did I.
I dread what's coming.

Alison xx

Kipper on 05-07-2016
Waiting on the Call
Hello Alison
When I read your work (and some others too) I realise the shortcomings of my work. I see it as layers with mine being on the top, open and obvious, whereas your goes deep, often beyond my understanding.
However, (and here I refer the the current discussions of UKA's future) quite often when I read the comments made by others and your replies your meaning becomes clearer, more understandable.
I doubt that I will ever reach the depth of thinking that you and others of our UKA friends clearly demonstrate but collectively I, and no doubt others too, benefit from your insight.
So I say long live UKA and your place in it.
Best wishes, Michael



Author's Reply:
Aw, Micheal,
When I read your lovely comment, it brought tears to my eyes. We maybe all live to a certain extent in cyber land here. Many of us may never meet but that does not mean that we cannot form deep friendships or get to know one another. People I have met have always been exactly as I thought them to be. It's a really great community and one I treasure. 😍
All families have their ups and downs and that's normal too in my opinion.
When I first started to write poetry, someone gave me really good advice which has stood the test of time....never compare yourself to others.
Everyone has their own style and 'deep' poetry is no better than simple open poetry. In actual fact, I feel some deep poetry shoots itself in the foot because if people cannot understand a word of it, it may as well be nonsense 😜

I feel mine is mostly simple but there again, many of us make the mistake of thinking just because we ( the author) know what it's all about, then others will too. This is often not the case.i would rather be asked to explain rather than people be scared to comment.
I sometimes don't comment in case I get it wrong or make a fool of myself but I think we should not be scared to call a spade a spade 😀
Writing poetry is such a wonderful pastime and a way of bringing our thoughts and emotions into the open, very good for the soul.
So please never judge your poetry and only keep obeying the urge to write.
We all share that and it's heart warming.
Alison X 💗👍

Kipper on 05-07-2016
Waiting on the Call
Hello Alison
When I read your work (and some others too) I realise the shortcomings of my work. I see it as layers with mine being on the top, open and obvious, whereas your goes deep, often beyond my understanding.
However, (and here I refer the the current discussions of UKA's future) quite often when I read the comments made by others and your replies your meaning becomes clearer, more understandable.
I doubt that I will ever reach the depth of thinking that you and others of our UKA friends clearly demonstrate but collectively I, and no doubt others too, benefit from your insight.
So I say long live UKA and your place in it.
Best wishes, Michael



Author's Reply:
Ps
It's another reason why I recite my work. I feel it helps bring the meaning to life. 😸


Melting into Green Act Two (posted on: 23-05-16)
A follow-on from an early poem, stimulated yet again by sitting in my garden. Slightly amended since posting.

 photo From20front20door_zpsxo7rfhir.jpg View from my front door. Time recedes, lost in thought, mesmerised by loud bird-song and tinkling river. Merging into blessed harmony in my green oasis. Connected to my life blood even in this city. The feathered, anxious at first, have capitulated to my still form and accepted my offerings. Little realising the comfort they afford well out-weighs a few meal worms and random seeds. Oh, to simply melt into green... Surrender the cruelty and ignorance of a warring world. Dissolve, slip down between the blades of grass into the fertile welcoming soil. My impatience put aside for now. I am as near to Heaven as I can attain this side of transition. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ May 2016 Melting into Green Act One http://ukauthors.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=23666 2009
Archived comments for Melting into Green Act Two
sweetwater on 25-05-2016
Melting into Green Act Two
Now why couldn't I have written this stunning piece, those were my thoughts sitting in my garden when I wrote my 'Lazy Weather' a few days ago, but you have caught my thoughts and feelings far better. I loved the photo, I have similar at the back of my garden, except all the greenery climbs up and over a small embankment and we cannot see my own piece of heaven behind. No stream at the back though now. I think my favourite lines are 'Slip down between.....fertile welcoming soil' just perfect. Sue x

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
I am glad you liked that bit πŸ˜‰ I think we share a great love of the natural world and here I am saying that although a part of it I would like to 'become' it. Also an escape from the cruelty that we read about daily. Nature is a great comforter and every day, i simply affiliate myself with it if that makes sense. I will try to post a pic of my bird table. That has been a real success in spite of my cat.
I feel so sorry for youngsters brought up in concrete jungles. It is not the way we were meant to live. I may well end up even more reclusive haha. When I lived in isolation in the country for two years many asked if I was not scared? but the truth was that I felt very cosseted and protected by the trees and wildlife.
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 25-05-2016
Melting into Green Act Two
Beautiful writing Alison, nice to read your words again.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Well until Sue commented I had about 67 reads and no comments and was in two minds to just delete it ;/
However, I think my record was 120 reads and no comments so a bit to go. Cannot remember which poem that was. Once someone commented then others did. The site sure is in the doldrums.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

Alison x

sweetwater on 25-05-2016
Melting into Green Act Two
Me again, just jumping in on your reply to Mike regarding lack of comments. I was amazed you had no comments, I kept thinking I really must get on the site and leave my comment to you or I shall be at the end of a long queue. I cannot understand the recent apathy, so many members but it always seems to be a regular few that post, and or comment. To my mind it is the very best site I have found, extremely talented and knowledable writers, set publishing days so we are not inundated daily with more submissions than anyone can read, and quality writing. What more can anyone want.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
I have seen the site go very quiet then heat up and often it is over holidays etc. I do feel that some give far more to the site than others and that is their perogative. In life we tend to get back what we put out.

Some very talented writers come and go and it's always great to see them drop back in to keep the standard high. It is difficult not to get demoralised at the apathy. If I read a very obscure poem I may not attempt to comment in case I get it totally wrong and look daft or I may decide to say nothing about a poem some really like, rather than be a damp sqib... but I think on the whole it's good to at least have a stab.
This poem is so simple I cannot think that lack of understanding would lead to low comments but I do know it's been a problem for lots of people in the past (who have confessed to me).
I don't know what the answer is. I have felt I am going off the boil lately both in enthusiasm and also inspiration.
New people joining always helps.
If the site was a person I would say it's needing some CPR lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Hewn in Rock (posted on: 08-04-16)
A moment from my memory bank

forUKA Slain's Castle, Cruden Bay scene of the poem. We climbed the hill in breathless strides our hands were clasped together, we cared not for the slippery paths nor dark and stormy weather. I stood outlined by rough-hewn rock where once, a window framed the endless home of watery myths and rocky bays, untamed. On turning, smiling, to your face at once I was transfixed by such a look I'd never known... it seemed we were bewitched. We kissed among the grey clad skies with hearts in tandem, spellbound. Our love was sealed, in passion loosed upon the muddy ground. We've left the cliff and gone our ways but know, whatever ails you I shared that love shown on your face I'm here, if life e're fails you. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Hewn in Rock
gwirionedd on 08-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Wow, you have a lovely grasp of rhyme and rhythm, when the fancy takes you! I would like to see more of this...

Just a couple of things though: "ere" means "before". I think you mean "e'er" as in a shortening of "ever". How about "if life should fail you", maybe?

Also, not sure about the spellbound/ground rhyme, because in "spellbound", the stress falls on the first syllable. But it's up to you of course.

Archie x



Author's Reply:
Hi Archie,
Thanks very much for that. I actually thought it should have had the apostrophe but gave it a quick look and ere was a word so did not pay enough attention. I like it though as I usually write as i speak and I would quite easliy use the word e're.
Like once I used the word 'oft' in a poem and somebody mentioned it and that is another old fashioned word that I feel comfortable using.
I don't have a problem with spellbound / ground as I like the rhyme to seem fluid rather than particularly contrived if you see what I mean.
I do value your opinion though as I know you know your onions, so to speak πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Supratik on 09-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Splendid work Alison. How beautifully ypu have moved the poem. A clever centralised alignment is giving a very special touch. I will read the lines again. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik,
I like to center my font but stopped for a while after Trevor said it's too fable like πŸ˜‰
I know what he means so now only do it for some.
Alison x

franciman on 09-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Great poem, Hen..
Reminds me of Hilaire Belloc, the seamless transitions the clever rhymes.
He must have been quite a lad? Managing to tempt such a sonsy lass up thaim rocks!
Cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Arrr Jim lad, he was quite a man. Winking smile
Actually, I very much dislike those rocks and the castle but it is very atmospheric. Some of the windows have a dead drop straight to the rocks below. The walk up on the other side is dangerous and unfenced and people and children have fallen to their deaths.
What did it for me, though, was when a dog I used to walk, went chasing another dog and fell over the cliffs. He was with his owner at the time, who dived off the cliffs to try to save him. It really is a miracle he survived and was rescued by the coast guard holding his dog’s dead body ;-(((

They say Bram Stoker got his inspiration for writing Dracula there too. I would not be surprised.
I have no real desire to go there again but it does hold some memories for me as the poem shows πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Gothicman on 09-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Brilliant HA! Very romantic and atmospheric, showing your versatility as a wordsmith too. Centering suits this one well....I hope you washed the mud off your clothes before going home.
Great revival!
LT x

Author's Reply:
Thank you, glad you enjoyed it.

Ha x

sweetwater on 09-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Beautiful, atmospheric, and I love it. The second verse was a real favourite for me, spot on layout too. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue. An old one revisited πŸ˜‰
Alison x













































Romany on 10-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
This is lovely, very lyrical and evocative.

Author's Reply:
Romany!
So nice to see you back! Thanks for reading and commenting 😊
Alison x

Supratik on 14-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Alison,
Trevor is right, but I thought that the alignment for this poem was justified. However, please take his view on this. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi again Supratik,
No actually I have no intention of taking his view on this thanks. I feel I am perfectly capable of making my own choices now.
The poem is mine and how I set it out etc is my decision. Others are welcome to say their opinions but ultimately it is up to me πŸ˜‰
Thanking you as always
Alison x

Supratik on 27-04-2016
Hewn in Rock
Don't I love this response! :-))

Author's Reply:
Hurrayyyy !!! 😈 😜 👍


Broken Webs (posted on: 04-04-16)    
Yes, what then?

 photo b7ac65bc-9bcb-4016-8ccb-c86d86094148_zpsweiurgob.jpg When this fine web is truly broken, and souls fly free into the sun we stand accountable for all words spoken, where are you then? my trusted one. When all that man desires is plundered, And brought out into empty air for view; When all that love can hold as treasured will you hold all I thought I knew? And, as the hour glass is emptied and lawns grow gold before the setting sun. Will you hold me to your rising star? So safe, secure, my treasured one. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Broken Webs
Gothicman on 04-04-2016
Broken Webs
The longer sentence rhythm just held in places, thought perhaps "...when the day is done" to avoid the repetition, but then I listened to your lovely Scottish rendering, and again at your fine web-image, and it all worked perfectly. Must be my Nordic rhythm corrupting me! Another beauty HA & NL.
Lowland T (green with envy)! xx

Author's Reply:
Hi LT,;-)
Well, the repetition was deliberate. I am speaking of the trust invested in him to start with. Then I go on to question whether it was well placed at the end of the day and comparing to the transience of everything else.
Finally, I am stating that I love him regardless till the close of day (life)
I realised that one line was longer but I did not want to change it and think those little nuances come over better when recited. That's why I always recite my work, so they come over in the way they were written.

Thanks for reading and commenting! Much appreciaed.
HA x

Mikeverdi on 04-04-2016
Broken Webs
This one is destined for my favourite box. We all have ways of expressing feelings, as writers we are blessed in this department. You are a special person Alison, few can touch you when it comes to emotive writing. Your two poems on this list are the proof of this.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Over the moon with the nomination Mike. This poem is very dear to my heart so thank you.

Alison xxx

pdemitchell on 04-04-2016
Broken Webs
Well writ and read: your grip of rhythm and cadence is a million miles above the early days and the emotion... (flutters hands in lieu of words) ... simply wonderfluff! Howlz. Mitch

Author's Reply:
Hey Mr Fluttery hands!
It's thanks to you I progressed from the early days when you gave me so much help. Your crit was always spot on. It was enormously helpful.
WO xx

sweetwater on 05-04-2016
Broken Webs
Another beautiful and perfect poem. Greatly enjoyed. πŸ™‚ Sue.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
I think you are a bit of a romantic too you little devil, you πŸ˜‰
Alison x


The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass) (posted on: 04-04-16)
A golden oldie, bodice ripper in the old fashioned style.

 photo Resize memories_zpsliuyg8vw.jpg Lay spur against your horse's side     my lover and my master.     The sands of time are running through     the pace is ever faster.     To lose this chance in life's cruel game     would be my true undoing.     For who would cheer my empty heart     without your ardent wooing?     Make haste, make haste! urge on your steed     towards that distant mountain,     I'm waiting there, wind in my hair     beside our secret fountain.     Where oft we met, but better yet     lay down, with hearts a-beating,     to savour true our souls' delight     as body's urgent greeting. "I'll never fear the dark of hell I'll wait till death should take me I know my lover comes to me If sleeping…do not wake me!" ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Mikeverdi on 04-04-2016
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
I just love that Alison, nothing else to say. 😊
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike.
I cannot remember if I recited this one in London or not.
Alison xx

expat on 04-04-2016
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Blimey - I don't usually stray into Ode Road but this one's a gem and deserves comments!
Top work, Alison. πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Wow Ex!
Lovely to have you drop in out of your comfort zone to give me encouragment. See, you're just an old romantic at heart.!!!

Alison xx

gwirionedd on 04-04-2016
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
I wish more women in current Western society were like you, rather than the spouters of boring self-righteous hypocritical Feminazi shit I have to deal with every time I go on Arsebook.

Whatever happened to passion, to desire?...



Author's Reply:
EXACTLY Archie!
Real women like men to be men. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

pommer on 04-04-2016
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Just wonderful Alison,bringing back memories.Thank you for sharing.Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
So glad you liked it Peter.
We are only young once lol

Alison xxx

pdemitchell on 04-04-2016
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Oo-er missus. Me, I'm like an ardent owl in the rain: too wet to woo. Mitch

Author's Reply:
haha sorry about late reply Mitch.
I thought I had replied till I saw I hadn't lol

Aliosn x

sweetwater on 05-04-2016
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
I could do with a bit of bodice ripping myself. Loved every word and every naughty idea this envoked πŸ˜‰ Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
So sorry I overlooked replying to this comment.Yes, bodice ripping is fun to do and fun to write about!
Alison xx


To Come (posted on: 01-04-16)
Dedicated my my sister, very disabled by Lupus, following a dream she shared some years ago. Gifts can often come in dreams.

 photo Nairn20for20UKA_zpsiakglokm.jpg Moray Firth from Nairn. "those shores across the firth" She ran, fleet of foot. Across the links, down to the dunes, liberated and exuberant; heartbeat chiming time to the church bells of freedom. And the distant hills called her as in childhood, when we played in the sand and thought those shores across the firth to be magical at least. She ran and ran all the way to waking up.... and the room intruded on her joy and the nebulizer stood waiting. But she'd been given a glimpse. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ 2011
Archived comments for To Come
Supratik on 01-04-2016
To Come
In view of what happened with your sister, the running part wrenches your heart. Did you read it to her? I wish I had intellectual means of wishing her to be up and about. But I am a fool, so I think I can definitely wish her that. Even if you took away the reference from the poem, it stands as a poem celebrating freedom, in my opinion. An excellent read. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik,
I sent it to her. My family are not very interested in my poetry sadly.
However, I was so moved when she shared this very vivid dream and had to capture it in a poem. You see, to me the dream had great significance. My sister and I have, lets say, slightly different world views....but we both believe in an afterlife. Once we 'shuffle off our mortal coils' we are whole again. So the dream was given to her to remind her who she really is and to encourage her to stay strong. The contrast IS very sad indeed but I feel it was a gift.
Thank you for your genuine good wishes for her.
Alison x

PS thank you also for taking it into favs πŸ˜‰

Zoya on 01-04-2016
To Come
Dear Alison,
The poem is heartfelt!
I am a Rheumatologist!
Please let me know what medicines your sister is taking?
If you can send her reports, I would like to go through them!
May be I can help and all is not lost!
Love,
Zoya

Author's Reply:
Hi Zoya,
Firstly both my sister and I thank you most sincerely for your offer of help. She says that she has been under so many different consultants and hospitals that she would never be able to get notes plus still under several today as lungs affected. She's also on around 20 meds.
She has finally come to a place or peace.
Thanks again.

Alison xx

franciman on 01-04-2016
To Come
Hi Alison,
There's no substitute for real life experience. Love that doesn't strike a pose - it speaks volumes. And it's great poetry.
Cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Cheers to you Jim. πŸ˜‰
I find it so much easier to write if my emotions are engaged. In fact it's the only way I can, Ithink. I've got to feel it to get the flow going so to speak.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 02-04-2016
To Come
Love it, it's sad when our family don't 'get' our passion. I hope it's enough that we get you. Keep writing girl.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike
Alisonxx

pdemitchell on 03-04-2016
To Come
Beautiful homage to your sister and how the spirit can sometimes transcend travail - breath-taking in more ways, sadly, than one. Howlz. mitch

Author's Reply:
Howlz backatcha
WO x

sweetwater on 03-04-2016
To Come
This holds such beauty, and brings to mind a dream I had almost forty years ago, in it I was with someone I loved deeply then, and love as deeply still, but was as out of reach to me then as he is now. We were together in a town I knew only vaguely from childhood, it was so vivid, we were walking side by side just talking, I could see every detail of the street, the shops, parked bikes, hear the conversations of passer's by, traffic noise, everything. It was such a long and involved dream so completely lucid and logical that I remember every detail to this day, But instead of feeling torn away from it when I awoke, I was elated as if I had been treated to a day from my life in another world, does that make sense? I don't know, but I treasure it as I would if it had truly happend in this one. Perhaps you too had a glimpse of life in another time and place for your sister to come, as you say in the title. I don't think time is straight forward, I see it as weaving around us, holding the future, the past and also different plaine's like a mist. Oops sorry waffling. What I had intended to say was I loved your poem very much.:-) Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks for sharing Sue.
What you describe is a 'lucid dream' where we are in fact, more present and everything is more real than in this reality. It is a special gift and once experienced it can never be forgotten.
You were, in fact, in another world...This dream was actually dreamt by my sister, so I feel she was given a glimpse of what she has to look forward to and give her the courage to keep going.
It was a very heartwarming but conversely tragic dream in a way and moved me deeply, both to hear it recounted and also to recite it too.
Alison xx


































A Different Field to Plough (posted on: 28-03-16)    
For my old farming neighbours, the salt of the earth.

 photo 640px-Sunset_tractor_silhouette.jpg The tractor is silent today. Yes, the beasts will still need to be fed and they will, they will. But Old Sandy is lying upstairs in the farmhouse bedroom. Immune now to the poor yields the harsh seasons, the stillborn calves. He has a new horizon which forgoes sun and rain. We sit in the kitchen, overrun with kittens, The lunch on the stove, fire in the grate, speaks of normality of sorts. Young Sandy recounts his father's last hours. There are no tears, not in public anyway. Stoic as the brown earth embracing cycles, birth and death, such things are as natural as breathing to them. Farm chores go on... But when the darkness comes, barn doors finally closed, mud-caked boots discarded and the empty chair sits.... That's when the dam breaks, for those who work the land. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for A Different Field to Plough
franciman on 28-03-2016
A Different Field to Plough
Loved it before and love it now. I wondered if this would be one you would select. I was hoping so. Sunset Song - eat your heart out - this is that good.
Must nominate,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Wow! Thanks for the nomination, Jim.
I hoped I captured them well and the situation. If we had not posted this week we would be down to an all time low ;-(((
Alison x

Weefatfella on 29-03-2016
A Different Field to Plough
Aye Alison, it's in the observation of the mundane that true beauty lies.
Here you have proven that. The kittens in the shape of busy new life were a master- stroke
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading WFF I always like when you drop in.
Alison x

pdemitchell on 29-03-2016
A Different Field to Plough
Goood observation and the kittens, we all love the fluffy little Facebook-hogging devils. Life and death in rural communities was ever thus, pragmatic and as measured as the passing of the seasons. Mitch

Author's Reply:
Sandy's farm had so many feral cats and they were always having kittens. The place was awash with them. I loved it and my neighbours. I love farming people.
Alison x

sweetwater on 30-03-2016
A Different Field to Plough
Loved it, it has so much down to earth realism, sadness but never maudlin, life as usual all around with sturdy dependability, but never to be quite the same again. Your last six lines really show the true depth of their loss. Sue.

Author's Reply:
I could only imagine what it was like for him. Somebody once said that farmers do not get upset about lost livestock but it's not true. If Sandy had a still born calf he was visibly upset. God alone knows how he coped with the empty chair.
Every time I went over, Old Sandy was sitting by the fire.
They lived together as Young Sandy never married. It really was sad. Thanks for reading and commenting,
Alison x


This Side of Armageddon (posted on: 28-03-16)
A romantic poem updated and amended.

 photo bab9c38e00e18cc6ea6af2d1b25ec0f6_zpsfu1vdh2o.jpg One day soon, the clocks will stop but we shall go on, regardless. Forging new beginnings and sharing restless dreams. I walk by the river often, where nobody goes alone and whisper your name to the wind. For I have to share what makes my heart glad. I shall be there by evening breathless, just in time to catch the golden fire of the sun going down for the very last time and hear the distant owl in the neighbouring trees. So all is well... Sing me a song and I will hold your gaze and your hand to my face. We'll share some fine wine and good verse. Then, I will lie in your arms and kiss you into The Rapture ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for This Side of Armageddon
Supratik on 29-03-2016
This Side of Armageddon
Beautiful. You must have felt glad after creating it. Very romantic poem, soft flow. I marvel at the probable interpretations the title of the poem could have. I loved the last stanza which again gives way to multiple perceptions. Well done. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik,
Yes, a poem to show my softer side πŸ˜‰ I think i have deliberately made it sort of obscure as a statement that in all things, at the end of the day, love triumphs and is all that matters. There is a lot of love in the poem too. The last line can be read different ways.
It was of course, written for somebody, and that person will have understood the imagery etc.
However, I hope it comes across as simply a love poem with a different slant.
I am glad I got a comment. Once I had 120 reads and no comments on another poem. haha

Alison x

pdemitchell on 29-03-2016
This Side of Armageddon
OOOOH, tingle me raptures! I have a wolf claw up and down the spine with this one. A forthright and well-distilled love poem. Mitch

Author's Reply:
haha thanks Mitch

WO x

sweetwater on 30-03-2016
This Side of Armageddon
This is the perfection I aim for, and always miss, when I write this type of poem. It is outstanding in it's simple beauty with love flowing beside it like the river. Loved every word. It's going into favs. Sue.

Author's Reply:
OMG Thanks Sue. I am humbled you have taken it into favs. It's always heartwarming to know someone liked it enough for that.
Alison xx

PS thank you for taking me into fav poets too πŸ˜‰


The Builder (posted on: 25-03-16)    
My father knew just how much my mother adored Cruden Bay, where she was evacuated as a child from Glasgow during the war. Two poems reposted after getting a boot up the bum from Mike Verdie to start posting again. πŸ˜‰

 photo CrudenBayforPoem_zps2cfdf337.jpg Slain's Castle, Cruden Bay He came to her last night. She woke bemused and holding light. He had built her a house in Cruden Bay. she said, On a cliff overlooking the sea. I kept scraping burnt toast, in a stoic attempt to hide feelings wrought by her revelation. But moistened eyes and heart-pain acknowledged a love that transcends all barriers. He knows, she's coming soon. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for The Builder
franciman on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Aw, Alison.
This is so you. A family forever entwined. My one niggle in an otherwise perfect piece is'inwardly' an inelegant, ungainly word that disrupts the flow for me.
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Good morning Jim,
If it was you who nominated this thanks so much. I have taken out the 'inwardly' as I value your opinion. I was going to substitute either 'silently' or 'in silence' but thought it could still read ok if I just left it out. If you feel that was not a good idea let me know. This poem means a lot to me as does the other actually, so I am delighted to know it's been well received.
Alison x

Supratik on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Alison. A marvelous read. On one level, it's good to see you back with your sensitive pen. For me, you paint feelings through words. On another level, I am surprised to look at what I have posted today. Best. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting Supratak. I have been taking a hiatus as trying to divorce myself from all the events globally or would be writing very dark poetry. I am trying to concentrate on what makes my heart sing.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 25-03-2016
The Builder
And there you are, thank you for gracing the post box again. It was empty without your words.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike πŸ™‚
Well, I thought it a bit too soon to repost the one you requested but maybe next week?
Happy Easter to you and yours.
Alison xxx

franciman on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Perfect.
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Hurray! Tosses caber in delight.

e-griff on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Excellent indeed. And as others have said, good to read your work.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Griff.

Alison x

Gothicman on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Finely written sentiments Alison, spiritual feelings made more poignant by being genuinely biographical. The most treasured memories typifying the joy of unique existence are often capsulated in short periods encompassing both a time and a place, the core memory of special experience, and so skilfully captured here in your fine poem. Identified with,. and enjoyed, valuing as I do such nostalgic feelings as these.
I feel there's a Spring in your steps again!
Trevor



Author's Reply:
"I feel there's a Spring in your steps again! "
Aye, the sap's a-rising. Happens every year, then full flood in summer, mellow in autumn, winding down to bleak miseryguts in time for winter :-/

This poem is written exactly as it occurred. Having studied dream analyses and knowing of my mother's great nostalgic love for Cruden Bay, I was very moved indeed. I pray that one day not too distantly, she goes to the house on the hill overlooking the sea that's waiting.
I know you do not believe in an afterlife as I do but many say that we create it as we desire with our thoughts and beliefs. In many ways we do exactly that here on earth too.
If there is a heaven it will not be in clouds for my mum but in a little house on a cliff in Cruden Bay.
HA x


pdemitchell on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Glad to see the hearfelt howls and poignant prowlz again. Paul

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mitch. I am resurrected for Easter lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x























































Pronto on 25-03-2016
The Builder
Just breathtakingly beautiful Alison. Well done.

Author's Reply:
Thank you. This means a lot to me.
Alison x

Bozzz on 26-03-2016
The Builder
Alison, you know how much I admire your work, this piece shows in itself the spirit in which you love your mother as it shows your mother's love for your father and the house he built for her and you. The other day I heard that the best place to live in Scotland was in Stockbridge - perhaps Cruden Bay is even better? My Love...David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Yes! They said that Stockbridge is the best place to stay in Scotland. I must say I love it here. It's a very vibrant community full of creative people.
Mind you, it ain't cheap! ;-(
Alison xx

sweetwater on 27-03-2016
The Builder
I agree with all the above comments, this is a truly beautiful piece. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue
Alison xx


My Precious Ones. (posted on: 25-03-16)
For my grandchildren

 photo 5cb88814-9a99-4da7-accc-c845d595fa95_zpsb5d0ec3e.jpg Your crucifying innocence in this dark, pitiless world reminds me of our true home. On distant shores infants such as you are slaughtered daily. Let fate fling at us what it may. Though the years bring torment or blessing... We are safe forever in The Summerlands laughing and running hands clasped, breathless and together, all the way to Grandma's House. (ALL things are born in the realm of thought and at some level remain there) ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for My Precious Ones.
Supratik on 25-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
I can completely relate with your take on thoughts. Let the world become safe for everyone. Good one as expected. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Thank you Supratik πŸ™‚

Alison x

franciman on 25-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
There's a sad truth at both ends of this piece. The secret of great poetry is that it provokes more than one emotion and does it in a dispassionate kind of way, as it does here.
Great work again, cupcake!
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Many thanks Jim. Much appreciated.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 25-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
"Let fate fling at us what it may" Well we know about that. Terrific writing, and we'll worth the Nib young Storm. Keep them safe at Grandma's house.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Well, he's surely been flinging some stuff at you for a while my friend but you are an overcomer!
Happy Easter.
Alison xx

Gothicman on 25-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
I think we all deep down retain some special place where feelings of comfort and safety can be revived at times of worry and despair, Alison, and the best are coupled to memories of real people known to be reliable for the purpose. I'm sure your home and heart are equal too to the task should the need arise, seeing your younger family just starting out in an even more uncertain and threatening world than we grew up in, it has to be admitted.
So good to see you subbing again with two fine examples of your work! I thought we were dwindling towards nearly zero entries so wrote something quickly and then deleted it when seeing such good work being subbed by so many this week.
Beautifully worded freely written poetry, Alison, and I'm glad this expression of reassurance is about real people, real and available sources of comfort.
Trevor av Lamlash neΓ© Lochranza.


Author's Reply:
Trevor! Fancy you deleting your work! You have the highest readership going and never disappoint. I had heard the subs had fallen through the floor and the trouble is that that will then in turn put people off joining. I think it's good to try to keep things afloat in times of famine so to speak πŸ˜‰

Yes, my house is always there in Summerland. I stand at the door for eternity. If you want to visit, bring a dram.
HA x

pdemitchell on 25-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
This time the wolf is at Grandma's house for the right reason. Nice to see you back! What Trevor said too! Howlz. Paul

Author's Reply:
haha I never could see the wolf as a baddie you know πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Pronto on 25-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
Congrats on the nib. Well deserved. I loved everything about this including the picture and the safe haven feel of grand ma's house.

Author's Reply:
Aw thanks Tony. I wish I had had a safe haven like I provide for my grandkids. I am fiercely proud and protective of them and being able to give them memories for their memory banks is one of my major joys.
Alison x











































Bozzz on 27-03-2016
My Precious Ones.
With grandchildren now in their thirties and no offspring yet, I am temporarily robbed of the joy of creating new houses of their later dreams. Must make do with my own pro-tem - CrantocK Bay in Cornwall. Sadly most of my dreams are of the poor kids in Greece at the Macedonia border - what they must have to look back upon, the bombing and then the hospitality of mankind in the from of barbed-wire fences. All too awful to think about, but at my age one feels so terribly helpless anyway. But your poem is at the other end of your loving life for your mother and a joy to read if it were not also for the lives of other children. Thank you dear Alison.

Author's Reply:
The suffering of the innocent children could drive us half insane if we let it.
I can only be grateful to be in a postion where I can lavish love on my grandkids. Thank you for reading and commenting David.
Always wishing you well.
Alison xx


Insomnia (posted on: 08-02-16)
A different posting. One of my poems made into a short film.

Ennui - Depression Poetry Film from Gareth Rawbone on Vimeo.

Film by Gareth Rawbone.
Large night eyes staring into nothingness. A sea of blackness and only the solitary beating of my heart reminds me I live. Exquisite loneliness, deafening solitude and only the company of my tired thoughts reminds me I am. © Alison Stormwolf I was approached by a film student studying digital media production in England. He is currently working on a project, aimed at poetry and using visual medium to compliment poems. I think he has done an incredible job,capturing exactly what I was trying to say in the poem. It is wonderful see poetry portrayed in other creative ways. Thank you Gareth.
Archived comments for Insomnia
amman on 08-02-2016
Insomnia
Hi Alison.
The filmmaker has done an effective job of capturing the essence of your poem visually but perhaps the vocal delivery is a tad slow. The poem itself is so achingly redolent of a numbing, unnerving tiredness. Terrific expression.
Regards.
Tony.


Author's Reply:
Hi Tony,
Thanks for reading and commenting. I feel the slowness of the delivery is totally in sync with the almost terminal fatigue and slowness of thinking and speaking that can manifest in some kinds of depression. It really did reflect my own feelings at the time that stimulated this poem.
I welcome your honest opinion as always though and interesting to see what others think.

I am very delighted with the rating which I left on thinking that the rating will be more about Gareth's work than my own as I hope to enourage him.
Thanks again and when are you going to be posting?

Alison x

pdemitchell on 08-02-2016
Insomnia
I agree - the delivery and timing suits the subject and the atmospherics - Gareth did a fine job with this! Hooooowwwwwwwlllllllzzz!

Author's Reply:
Howlz backatcha Thankee kindlee
Alison X

Slovitt on 09-02-2016
Insomnia
Alison: very effective. "the solitary/beating of my heart", "exquisite loneliness", brought to life, given a poignant meaning in the very well done reading of your poem. Swep

Author's Reply:
Hi Swep,
Lovely to see you back. Thanks for reading and your encouragement. Hope all is well in Swep land 😉
Alison X

Gothicman on 09-02-2016
Insomnia
Hello HA x,
PC? Or what I really think? Tad slow, fell asleep half way through! The girl, the voice, the non-clichΓ© bits, excellent. The poem: awful! No, love it, it's the waking state, it's taken me a lifetime to achieve, glorious there, but not-thereness!
Not Gareth Malone, but, of course, it's a great honour to be stalked in this modern way! It's a declaration of love for an artist's work, something creatively descriptive that puts into words what many feel, and will have said, but few can say.
Hope this trend continues, because many song texts and short feature films today lack literary quality, never mind how good the visuals and added music are. We need more Dylans, Lennons, and Alisons to promote good English. Well done that girl and Gareth, he's going to go far one feels!
LT xx

Author's Reply:
That's me in a nutshell. There but not there ...maybe why my parents said I'm not all there! Lol 😜
Your considered comments are always a feast for my brain haha
H A 😝 X

Bozzz on 10-02-2016
Insomnia
Hi Alison, yes we have all been through these moments when we found only our heartbeat for company - a kind of return to the womb. Being severely deaf, I have not tried the audio-visual version for fear of confusing the emotion I felt from just my reading of the piece. For me it is enough to appreciate the effect of matching simplicity in words with the reality of the feelings in the mind. I will leave it at that for today and come back tomorrow with another comment after drinking the added visual effects. Meantime, thank you for the moments of pleasure....Your David

Author's Reply:
David
I always smile when I see you comment on my work
You manage to find something positive to say no matter what the obstacles. I truly appreciate you.
Alison xx

sweetwater on 11-02-2016
Insomnia
I read, and loved your written version but, and I apoloise as I do not wish to offend, I really didn't enjoy the audio. The visuals, her voice, the dullness of her delivery, and awful stilted slowness grated on my nerves, in total honesty I was rather depressed by it. Oh dear Alison I am so sorry to be so unkind its only my opinion, and others liked it very much. I will just enjoy the printed version. Sue xxx

Author's Reply:
Oh dear
Horses for courses but as I say, I felt the whole thing captured the experience, which was written from my own experience perfectly. You say you found it depressing but it is about depression so in that way it must have come over.
It was not meant to be uplifting.
I could not be happier with the presentation but it's always interesting to see how others experience it.
Alison X

Bozzz on 11-02-2016
Insomnia
Hi Alison I did run the film and could hear the voice clearly. That said, frankly I agree with some of the prior comments. Pace of speaking too slow and film and music effects did not add anything for me. Pity because I had hoped that least the music would do so. Maybe I am too old fashioned in my outlook. Sorry mate and love from David

Author's Reply:
Hi David
I can only repeat what I have said before, that to me, being in the unique position here, of knowing exactly what the poem was describing, I feel he did a very good job.
I feel some prefer to simply read and form their own mental imagery and that's ok too. I like to push the envelope on different ways to portray poetry and would encourage others to try it too.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I would feel the same if someone was to say, paint a picture of a poem. It's all good in my book.
Alison X


Closing the Drapes. (posted on: 15-01-16)
Meditation on Surrendering the Day.

 photo d8e9b75d-cff0-4d04-8c90-ce5740902058_zpsrdric8hm.jpg
How often, the threat of loss highlights, in stark relief those things which bring us joy. The nebulous promise of spring that hovers, hopeful, in the periphery of my mind. Bequeathing faint memories of virgin grass, dew-soaked night scented stock. Nature alive with breathless vigour and ripening urges. The warmth of my mother's hands reminding me a part still remains as I surrender her into the netherworld between the living and the dead. My gratitude, embracing dawn at my door so many dawns, so many doors... or later, on closing, when indigo falls, knowing I did my best. Better to live awake and aware so nothing is wasted. My precious times, no longer squandered as having infinite repeats. Pruned by circumstance and having blossomed from that paring. Progressed beyond blame or bitterness. A certain peace in my soul, recovered in quietude from the clamour of a world in travail. All is transient in this strange place, even fear or hate. In the closing of the eyes only love matters. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ Jan 2016
Archived comments for Closing the Drapes.
Gothicman on 15-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
Another gem, Alison, beautifully spiritual in its honest wording, but free from precious holiness! From my red-nibbing standpoint, it would have been nibbed for just this distinction which brought higher quality.
Lowland Trev x

A referencing honour that's all mine; I didn't nom it as, without permission, it's essentially personal - T

Author's Reply:
I do rally against being a 'Holy Willie' if at all posible. LT. πŸ˜‰
I hope I am simple in my expression as I tend to write as I speak. I value your opinion and am very pleased you liked this one.
Highland Alison x

Thank you so much for taking this into favs. I am very delighted. 😄

sweetwater on 15-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
This is a real stunner Alison, such magical beauty holding real truth. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much, Sue. I do feel that things become more precious if we are at risk of losing them.
Alison xx

Supratik on 16-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
I love this poem. Absolutely. The poem created a scripted climax in me and I knew it would end like the way it did. Splendid writing. This is literature.

Author's Reply:
Wow, what a lovely comment. Many thanks Supratik.

Alison x

Bozzz on 16-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
Tragedy without false sentiment is the mark of a great writer.
"In the closing of the eyes
only love matters"
is a thing of beauty in itself. Nature's drapes that for you signify entry to a better place to be.
But where, for goodness sake, are the nibmeisters?
Yours ever, David


Author's Reply:
I think when all is said and done, we are all connected as the family of man. It hurts to see what's happening but all we can do is shine our own wee light where we can. I do try to focus on a bigger picture too.
Alison xx

pommer on 16-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
This one really touched me.Absolutely brilliant.I can't say anything else.Thank you for sharing. Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and 'getting' the poem Peter. Much appreciated.
Alison X 🐾 😜

Pronto on 17-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
Wow Alison that was really worth the reading. Sweetly romantic without any hint maudlin sentimentality. I can't understand why no nib for this piece.
Thank you,
Tony

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony,
I think we all love when a poem gets nibbed but to have people really enjoy it or take it into favs is very rewarding for me. To see that someobody read it and understood exactly what I was feeling or trying to say...and thought that I put it over well...that is just lovely for me.
Thanks for your comment:-)

Alison x

pdemitchell on 24-01-2016
Closing the Drapes.
so many dawns, so many doors...
or later, on closing, when indigo falls...

The best two lines with a lovely rhythm
Gorgeous
Paul

Author's Reply:
Hi Mitch,
You have an uncanny knack of getting right to the heart of a poem. Those are my fav lines as well for they speak of a long journey, often weary.
Alison x


The Unleashing (posted on: 11-01-16)    
A heartfelt rant Stormwolf style. ''In keeping silent about evil, in burying it so deep within us that no sign of it appears on the surface, we are implanting it, and it will rise up a thousand fold in the future." Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago 1918-1956

 photo rsz_welcome_to_hell_by_nitro_killer-d4utpvp_zpsx2wh8wwh.jpg The pit has opened and the darkness advances, repulsive as a seething mass of scorpions towards the vulnerable pink of a people with no voice. Kind intentions soon trampled underfoot along with misguided ideology. Politics are putrid and cowardice abounds. Who will stand up and speak truth? Power is in the hands of the criminally insane. The vacant-souled psychopaths who care only for their own skins. While their lackeys take 20 pieces of silver. Money comes before honour, the devil take the consequences! Meanwhile the earth is being gang raped and spat on just like the women and the children. as dissenters are persecuted. Oh, but this is just a taster of the horrors to come... There's a time for everything under God's heaven and the descent into hell has been long in the planning of festering minds devoid of humanity. Many saw it coming but our cries were stifled by those desperate not to rock the boat. Betraying our children's future and pissing on our forefathers' sacrifice. Those keen to be politically correct. Insipid yes-people with no backbone. Their moral compass as skewed as their lack of vision. Obediant little slaves. Well the gates of the abyss are now agape. A terrible cruelty is unleashed. We have been manipulated, drugged, mind-controlled, poisoned and bullied into submission. Herded like sheep. Wholesale slaughter in manufactured wars as elites laugh at our folly and grow ever richer. Civilisation destroyed by stealth, Trojan horses welcomed. The card up the sleeve, a satanic army, drunk with barbarism funded, trained then set loose by traitors in high places. A curse on all those who acquiesced! ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ Jan 2016
Archived comments for The Unleashing
Bozzz on 11-01-2016
The Unleashing
Magnificent - more comment later.

'Lackeys' need attention

In haste, David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
I wondered who would comment first πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for pointing that out.
I was putting the finishing touches to this till 5 am today. I have changed something else but will have to re-record the thing now.
lol Alison x

Gothicman on 11-01-2016
The Unleashing
That's the spirit Alison, Happy Armageddon phase! Well done passive world, you've got the politicians and results you deserve! Good writing! Will also comment more on this soon!
Lowland Trevor x


Author's Reply:
Hi Lowland Trevor!
Happy Armageddon to you. I have Supratik to thank for this, after he remarked on another of my rants and asked for more πŸ˜‰
This is the first poem I have written for weeks so I had to sit down and ask for the words. Soon I was enveloped in the necessary fury when I think about what is happening by design, with the ordinary person having no say as their countries get invaded.
Soon and I was at boiling point and voila!
lol

Highland Ali xx

sweetwater on 11-01-2016
The Unleashing
Powerful stuff. I've been screaming this at anyone who would listen, no one did, but never as as you have here. It's like a terribly dark satanic nightmare that will never end, at least not happily.
A happy new year seems a lot to hope for, all things considered, but I wish you one anyway so all the very best to you. Sue.xx

Author's Reply:
and the very best to you too dear Sue.
Yes, I think it's the overwhelming sense of frustration that is so demoralising. The sense of helplessness as I witness impotent governments and corrupt crony capitalism. There are faults everywhere and the people in the middle east have suffered greatly and are still suffering greatly but we have been manipulated into all this bloodshed.
However, there is a basic right and wrong and it’s terrifying to see people so devoid of even a modicum of humanity, sawing heads off with small knives, or the widespread raping of woman and children. Meanwhile there is a genocide of Christians going on and yet we never even see anything about it in our prostitute press.
The indoctrination of children so that they are polluted with a level of barbarism that will damage them for life. The total lack of respect for women or even human life.
Some people can switch off and if they don't think about it or it does not affect them or their families, they take the philosophy of "I'm alright Jack!" Well, I am not alright and not afraid to say I am not alright. The level of butchery now almost commonplace has made some inured to the horror and the understanding that it's heading here very soon unless the people get their arses into gear and refuse to believe the propaganda and lies of government.

And so 2016 begins....

Alison xx

Pronto on 12-01-2016
The Unleashing
Wonderful piece saying it as it is what a pity the poisonous politico's don't read the opinions of the silent masses who are seen and not heard (Or at least not listened to.) Political expediency of the moment is all Amen seems to be their guiding light.

Author's Reply:
It's time to change all that. There are many spare lamp-posts for traitors but I fear the horse has bolted. Thanks for reading πŸ™‚
Alison x

pommer on 12-01-2016
The Unleashing
A wonderful description of this terrible world we live in.I have felt like this for many years, but I would never have been able to express these thoughts as apt as you have.Soon after i met my wife we often discussed the political situations of this world,and I did in those days forecast a third terrible conflict between people of so called different faiths.We can no longer have such conversations, but I can see that I was not so far out.What a dreadful world,corrupted by greed and self glory we live in.Where will it end.I fear fro the future generations. Well done Alison,Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Peter. I know I am speaking for many.
My father-in-law was Polish and he saw it coming so did my dear old departed dad many years ago. However, we had never bargained for our individual governments to betray their populations they are meant to serve and open the gates to those who have no desire to integrate but do want to cut our heads off. I am so sick of the emotional cosh and gag that makes ANYBODY who dares to call a spade a spade a "racist!" GGGRRRRR Well they can stick that where the sun don't shine!

Those do-gooders are finding out the painful truth as the traitor governments are now telling their people how to dress and to avoid going out at night!!! It’s bloody outrageous! Genuine refugees are one thing but the vast majority are angry young men with a hatred for everything we stand for and an ideology that sees gang rapes of women and children totally acceptable. It's actually part of their MO.
If our heads of state cannot put the safety and welfare of its population first, they should be behind bars awaiting trial for crimes against humanity. We are going the way of Soviet Union with secret courts and people being fined or imprisoned for speaking truth.
Now Russia has woken up and at least Putin does something about it, not drop warning letters to the terrorits before they bomb them!It's going to make what happened in the last war look like a picnic and I wonder where all the bleeding heart liberals will be then when they find themselves enslaved or worse.
Happy New Year nevertheless.
In the last war we had young men fighting other young men of similar humanity behind all the propaganda. Now the enemy is something we have never had to deal with and we are already becoming coarsened by daily reporting's of beheadings, crucifixions and gang rapes.

God help us all.
Alison xx

Gothicman on 12-01-2016
The Unleashing
Hi Alison, you Highland firecracker! Hahahaha!
I'm deleting the quickly composed "The End" now, and wanted to thank you for your comments here before I do. I think after the airborne shit settles like hailstones after hitting the fan, all modern countries will close their borders and defensively contract like amoebas. In Britain, the Royal Pyramid of Power and the New Political Aristocracy (House of Lords will try to recreate a modern Feudal system, but, thankfully, the Peoples of our Nation won't let it happen. Technological development will stop and only be used to grow and distribute and deliver food, and organise essential work-forces to give the Nation its needs. Churches will be used to store corn! All the old Establishment, the Illuminists, will be rounded up and ....... I will retreat to my Anderson Shelter, where I've hoarded loads of corned beef, mountain cake, sardines, matches, and whisky...and try to contact you...out.. crackle, crackle, crackle,...can you hear me?..crackle, crackle...out...
Lowland Trev..waiting for UK Spring xx

Author's Reply:
hahaha did you say corned beef and whiskey?
You tempter, you!
I shall try to remain calm and carry on...
The pendulum has to swing back and the further it is pulled in one direction the stronger shall be the return.
I fear we shall have to endure much before that happy day.

Yes, UK spring lol I'll drink to that!

Highland Ali xx

Bozzz on 12-01-2016
The Unleashing
Yes Alison, β€˜The pit is open’ and no guesses needed as to who will be the first to be flung in. It will be us, the innocent unarmed protesters (sorry, terrorists) who write lies, (sorry, the truth) about our betters, (sorry, the lunatics) who have bee been voted into power by the ignorant, (sorry, our fellow human beings).
Yours is the true call to arms for it is about the whole planet and its inhabitants. How we all wish that our house of commons would read us and react – there is no true democracy without that sort of thing. Jeremy is at least right on that issue.
All I can say is to repeat that your plea (I hate the demeaning word β€˜rant’) is β€œmagnificent” as a forecast of likely things to come - much to think about and must be preserved – hence my nomination. There are some minor edits which might be offered at a later date – where the 5 am cracks are showing .
Love and admiration…David


Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Yes, β€˜divide and conquer' is an elitist strategy that has the whole world up in arms against each other. There will NEVER be peace while those psychos have got a stranglehold on everything from the judiciary to law enforcement, education... the list is endless. The tragedy is that the real RACISTS are the last people anyone thinks of i.e. the ones who make it their intent to encourage differences between nations and instigate discord, fear and suspicion. The VAST majority of people of every nation, colour and creed are just like you and I. They have families and loved ones and only want to live fruitful, peaceful lives. We have been whipped up into a frenzy by design and war is so profitable for that top strata that they cannot allow the vast majority to hold sway.
I know we do not share beliefs regarding the spirit world etc. It has never interfered with our friendship nor ever would. Lowland Trevor the same Smile However, in my world view there is an extra dimension now operating on earth and that is unfettered evil that can inhabit human beings and does.
Then we see the unbridled savagery that is beyond human comprehension. I have written in the past about the mothers in the war torn countries and their terrible loss and suffering so anyone who tries to pin that stupid label of racist on me can take a hike.
I am most touched you nominated this. I doubt very much if it will be considered as too long and controversial but I love you for the action.
As to the 5 am weaknesses? I am all ears.
Thanks again.
Alison xxx

Supratik on 13-01-2016
The Unleashing
Your throw up is hanging like a fruit many people would like to eat. Keep writing on this till your eyes turn in. Bless you Alison.

Author's Reply:
Bless YOU for your standing in solidarity and your vision of the kind of world that many of us are in terminal thirst for.
Namaste!

Alison xx


Flight of Fancy (posted on: 06-11-15)
Somewhere in the darkness above me...

 photo IMG_3790_zpsxndqcdck.jpg I heard them overhead, faint at first but growing louder, while hanging up my washing by security light. My eyes turned skyward trying to pierce thunderous grey, mixed with the faint yellow of light pollution. They reminded me of the school kids as they pass my door all giggling and raucous excited about the journey. Innocent. Transfixed by so many feelings vying for prominence. Sadness, wonder, gratitude that their radar still works in this corrupted world. Praying they make it safe to warmer shores. Wishing I could barter skin for feathers. Alison Stormwolf Nov 2015
Archived comments for Flight of Fancy
Bozzz on 06-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
In Edinburgh, if you could hear them at dusk, probably geese who fly and gaggle en route – maybe seeking a safe landing until dawn? The comparison with chattering homeward bound schoolchildren so apt. Beautiful and for a bird lover like me, a poignant, lovely and enthralling poem. Thank you Alison….XXX…David. Rating 10

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Thanks as ever for reading and your lovely comments. I am very lucky as I live near two parks, the botanical gardens, plus I have a river running past the end of the street one door down.
I have lots of wildlife all around and often see a Heron in the river and sometimes one on the roof of the house across the road!.
We have even had Kingfishers here and I have never seen them anywhere else in Scotland.
I just love to hear or see the migration of the geese, it never ceases to move my spirit. Their unbridled joy at the fly-by was tangible in the air and I caught the feeling standing rooted in terra firma.
Like you, I love birds...and animals and even people.
Alison xxx

Nomenklatura on 06-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
"Barter skin for feathers". Top quality phrasemaking.

Good poem, well done.

Author's Reply:
Ewan, praise from you is praise indeed, you English teacher, you!;-)
Many thanks
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 06-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
Ah there you go, being great again. Just love the mixture of reality (security light) and the wonder of nature doing what it does. Good to see you posting again.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
Great you saw the contrast of the poor human stuck under light pollution and relying on a security light to get by...while looking longingly up to the wildness that does not restrict itself by such things.
I never know when a poem is going to come but this one did like the old days.;-)

Alison x

franciman on 06-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
Hi Alison,
A good goosing under artificial light. Takes me back......
This isn't a sound poem and yet I can hear the birds clearly. Or maybe it's the schoolchildren. I love the analogy, and it is the best description I have heard of migrating birds. Tremendous!

It's a joy that bring tears, especially to your domesticated Prometheus tethered to Edinburgh Rock.

One of my all-time favourites.
cheers,
The Grounded Gosling

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
"A good goosing under artificial light. Takes me back...... "

ooooh you are naughty! lol πŸ˜‰ (but I like you) good old Dick Emery...
Ahem...Do you know, as I stood there listening to them, they were just like the school children who pass my door on the way to their gym sessions in the park..The enthusiasm was infectious.
I also get moved to tears by such things... must be the poetic soul in us ;-(
Our day to fly will come but who knows when?
Alison xx

PS very delighted you took it into favs, thanks so much.

gwirionedd on 06-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
I thought this was going to be about UFOs (or as the Germans call them, "flying undercups")...

I agree with Ewan, the last two lines are really superb.



Author's Reply:
Now all I have to do is get the rest up to scratch! lol

Yes, I would love to write about Et's. The ship I saw up in Cruden Bay when my son called me out to see it before it disappeared. Trouble is people would think I had lost the plot. Well, it is my belief we have to discard almost ALL we have learned or been told and start afresh from a blank slate. But that's a whole new ball game πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Corin on 06-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
Here in Newcastle we don’t even have the raucous starlings anymore. Lots of Magpies and β€˜Craws’ and β€˜Daws’. However the Herring Gulls make a great cacophony as they fly down to the River Tyne to meet the rubbish men dumping their load on the river bank.

David


Author's Reply:
What about all those strange birds under the bridges we saw? Cannot remember their names.
There was plenty of them alright. Don't think they were Herring Gulls more like Albatroses! haha
Alison x

Gothicman on 07-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
"The migratory birds are gathering and chatting, the skies becoming one big departure lounge" very much like noisy schoolchildren! Wonderful poetry, Alison, one hopes their "warmer shores" are not war-zones now! Hanging out your smalls using the security light! Hahahaha! That scared the shite out the nightly peeping Tom! I think "trade" would be better than "barter" but then what does a lowland pay-on-the-nose Scot like me know about highland haggling! When in Edinburgh in 2010, we took a bus north to the Botanical Gardens, beautiful place, I remember a ancient petrified tree trunk on the ground near the walk to the big greenhouse, hard as stone it was, and a small bridge up to a waterfall? Have it all on video somewhere. A lovely place for inspiration. Anyway, your exquisite handwork shines through again on this fine poem. One that connects to me so well! Took my rushed effort off, thought I was going to travel away awhile, must stop composing in the sub box! Hahaha!
Trevor x

Author's Reply:

Hi Trevor,
Yes, I can see the subtle difference between 'trade' and 'barter'. I originally had 'exchange' but I liked the sound of barter in this instance. It's funny how sometimes a word just seems 'right' for some reason. Whether it's the number of syllables or maybe the connotations?
I am very lucky where I stay. I have all the benefits of the country while at the same time being in the heart of Edinburgh.
The river runs only a few yards from my front door and all the large trees and wildlife are right on my doorstep.
For some reason hanging out my washing is a sort of ritual where I seem to take stock of how lucky I am. In the summer it's to the birds singing and in sunshine as the garden faces East and when I lived in seclusion in the country for two years, putting out my washing under a canopy of stars with no light pollution was absolutely 'heavenly!' πŸ˜‰
If I remember rightly I wrote a poem about it but I have written so many poems that I cannot remember what half of them are about unless I read them again but the sight id indelibly locked in my inner vision where I draw upon it from time to time to capture the magic.

Alison x

sweetwater on 07-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
Beautiful Alison, I have read this several times. When I lived in a village, every year the swallows gathered on a telegraph wire in a field behind us, they gossiped and made their plans, and when they were all agreed they made their departure and I was sad to see them leave, but my good wishes went with them. Then one year the poles and wires were taken away and summer never felt the same, It was as if I had lost a group of friends. Your poem has brought back the happy memories of when they were still chattering on those wires. Obviously it has to go into my favourites :-)) Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Sorry for late reply Sue. I have been away up north seeing my mum 😜
I think several people can relate to this poem. There is so much love and wonder in nature .
Delighted you took it into favs!
Alison X

pommer on 08-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
Wonderfully observed and composed,Alison. Strangely enough I was contemplating writing a poem on the same subject two weeks ago.I was remembering the migratory flights of Wild Geese,which I regularly observed from inside the barbed wire of various camps including Longniddry near Edinbutgh.I used to dream that these wonderful birds would take my silent messages to my family,when passing there.Your contribution has brought back memories for me. Thank you for sharing. Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
No Peter, thank YOU for sharing and giving us a glimpse of what it was like for you.
It could not have been easy to say the least.
Alison x

Supratik on 12-11-2015
Flight of Fancy
Alison! It's absolutely fascinating to see how the poem engages in beautiful bird-watching, bathing in the sounds and then looks at the world. In my first reading, the first line read as I heard them overheard... and then I re-read the line as 'I heard them overhead'. It's a powerful line to start with. Had a fascinating interaction with the poem and with all the comments here. You are really lucky to stay where you stay, but you are luckier to be able to express your place so unmistakably well.
Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik, sorry for being late replying, I was away visiting my old mum and she does not have Wifi.
Thanks as ever for reading and seeing where I am coming from. I give thanks for my location every day.
Alison x


Promise (posted on: 23-10-15)    
Short and sweet, for my grandchildren.

 photo Stars202_zpstyys3hv1.jpg When days no longer hold me and shadows dance in strange diffused spaces where once I walked, I remain in fullness of being. On frosty nights of ring-ed moon sweeping stars aside like curtains to be with you. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Promise
sweetwater on 24-10-2015
Promise
Love it, it has such beauty, I hope your Grandchildren are old enough to appreciate such lovely words written just for them. πŸ™‚ Sue.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
Well, the oldest one is. She is almost 7 and the others are 4 and almost 3. I recited it to the oldest two today and it went down well.
They are my greatest joy.

Alison x

Bozzz on 24-10-2015
Promise
Grandmotherly stellar quality, nebular and nibular. XXX David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
If it was you who nominated it, I am most delighted. I tried to capture my great love for them that will remain long after I am gone.
Alison xxx

Texasgreg on 27-11-2015
Promise
Beautiful in it's shortness and simplicity! You'll always be that memory so real it shapes their soul and desires...

Greg XXX

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Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg,
that is my aim. I am investing in their memory banks.
Alison xxx

Supratik on 03-12-2015
Promise
A splendid write. Blessed are your grandchildren, and so are we, your readers. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Thank you SO much for that lovely comment Supratik. I apologise for taking so long to reply.
All the blessings of the festive season to you and yours and every good wish for the coming year. I think we both know, it's going to be transformational... one way or the other.

Alison x


Summer's End (posted on: 19-10-15)
A certain mellowness. One of two autumn poems today with different slants.

< photo path sepia_zps7va2zyc8.jpg The year has turned, webs glitter with hoar frost. Though not apparent yet, but soon, dark nights and subtle disquiet. Visualising dismal pathways and orange street lights, sentinels to myriad inner journeys and veiled reflection. Silent beacons to some kind of life. Breath frozen on the ether and longing. He never leaves me, never. Alison Stormwolf Oct 2015
Archived comments for Summer's End
Bozzz on 19-10-2015
Summers End
Summer synonymous with love and late autumn with its loss – a well-trodden path. But clearly your loss is something deeper – a long relationship. The feeling of β€œsubtle disquiet” says it all. Outside that, angst is the overall tone of the poem. A beautifully expressed piece, Alison. Your David
P.S. Hore? Hoar
Rated 9
PS. Hore? Hoar

Author's Reply:
Firstly David, thank you so much for pointing out the typo. It would make me cringe to think of people reading and seeing it but never saying.
You got it entirely, the meaning of the title and the synonymous meaning as pertaining to life too. Thank you.
Yes, this poem is a very deeply revealing poem even for me. Some people say I am an 'open book'...'too open'..and yes, I am an open person but I always have a side to me that is deeply private. We all need that privacy. This poem comes as close to me expressing that side as I am probably likely to get.
Alison xx

Corin on 19-10-2015
Summers End
This is very beautiful Alison and the picture goes so well with it. I did wonder about the frost references though - I have not seen any here yet but the dew on the webs is very startling. Also I think that frozen breath is very rare, though you do get frozen breath on beards and moustaches in very cold weather. Technically visible breath is supercooled water vapour but then us scientists are so unpoetical:-)

David

Author's Reply:
Blimey David. If I was not to use poetic licence I would be stymied. I consider seeing your breath as frozen breath. Not sure what you are saying here frankly. In your last poem you had an angel dangling above ground to music haha
Alison X

Gothicman on 20-10-2015
Summers End
Love this one, Alison. Particularly like "Silent beacons to some kind of life" This is more consistent with your usual, and much appreciated, spiritual self, and no doubt with the final lines, your religious self, which is probably evidence of a permanent, personal commitment to your beliefs: "Breath frozen on the ether" is a good metaphor for "permanent life". Worthy of a nib? You're back on form!
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
hurrayyy πŸ˜‰

Glad you liked it. You have actually read it on another level which is totally congruent too Trevor.
I am viewing the fading year in sync with my life and saying that summer is past. Autumn is full of meaning for me when I take stock of my life and all that has transpired on the road so far.
The poem speaks of walking on forward to a life that is not as I had hoped and reminiscing about someone I loved very much.
breath frozen on the ether....an imprint of my being here...the last lines are true in both instances.
It is in the time of what is always a trial for me as the light fades, that I not only think back but have to call on my resources of the more spiritual nature to see me through.
BTW just bought my SAD light the other day. Boy it's bright. Let's hope it works
Alison x

Corin on 20-10-2015
Summers End
Alright then Alison, seeing as how it is you, I will allow you some metaphorical ice, but beware metaphorical ice can freeze your balls off:-)

Love

David

Author's Reply:
I dont have balls David. Only metaphorical ones but they are huge!
πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Gothicman on 20-10-2015
Summers End
Oh I'm so glad it is about someone mortally real and special, much prefer real relationships remembered, got thrown by the "He" with capital H, but unavoidable with the word starting the sentence. I love Autumn, went for a long leisurely walk around local forest and lakes today, so tranquil and peaceful, nostalgic odours, and uncanny almost surreal light, beautiful colours, it's still 10c day/2c night and very dry, so fine Autumn feeling. The migratory birds are gathering and chatting, the skies becoming one big departure lounge! All leaving me to face the Winter! That RAS-arousal light should help keep moods in sync with a balanced impressions-input, in better rational control of emotional couplings. Try and get out in midday daylight too, it is only an extra aid to the real source of the life-giving sun, even on dull days. When out walking try to be "perception steered" i.e taking in impressions from the external world as much as possible, less "data-steered" i.e inner thinking, which unfortunately is taking over more and more with today's lifestyles. Observe tree shapes, architecture, and sky formations, be aware of smells, listen to far off birds etc etc. not easy, needs practice, the brain absolutely loves perception-steered memory interaction, its primal adapted function, after only seconds we usually wander back in to inner thoughts, even when in serene surroundings. It's used to retake control over thinking processes when compromised by compulsive or obsessive thoughts. Its use though, a good exercise for us all, more effective than passive meditation.



Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Trevor, are you talking of mindfulness? I will certainly give it a try. I am out even for brief periods at some point but live near the Botanical gardens so maybe that will help. I have an ambivalent feeling about Autumn. I love it and all the colours but the sadness that comes can be overwhelming.
When I see the birds leaving...well, I wish I was a bird.

Alison x


Woodville Revisited (posted on: 19-10-15)
One of two Autumn poems posted today. This time of year resurrects many feelings in me. (Woodville was my friend's house growing up and latterly the name of my own house) It was in the large grounds that I developed my life-long love of the natural world. We spent all our time out of doors.

 photo Pic20for20photobucket_zpsndkawns1.jpg 'Childhood Woodville' Slipping silently into the third season uncovers poignant memories along with shedding leaves. Long buried remnants of childhood unearthed lovingly, gently. Wonder and mystery, longing for frosty air and bonfire smoke on the wind. Total connection to things seemingly gone but there, still. Confounding rational thought with unbridled joy at the sheer security of being an indispensable part of this incredible universe. A humble cog in the cosmic wheel. Alison Stormwolf Oct 2015
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Bozzz on 19-10-2015
Woodville Revisited
A wistful autumn poem. It brought memories to me of my late childhood on a small farm with a magnificent stately Queen Anne house atop an isolated hilltop. Of chasing rabbits with sticks behind the binder, of watching Mush poach pheasants at dusk. Sadly one winter it caught fire and in the thick snow, the fire engines could not get up the hill and it was burned to the ground. The farmer and his wife escaped with nothing but their pyjamas. I found the piece so sharply redolent of my own feelings. Today I cannot bear to revisit the place - today I am told it is just a shabby bungalow. Thank you Alison....David.
Rating 9 (system not working)

Author's Reply:
Oh David, I understand totally. I have the same feelings about Woodville.It still stands, as it is a listed building but alas the grounds are all bungalows now. I have to walk past it every time I go home to see my mother.
I take comfort in quantum physics and multiverse theory that says that everything still exists exactly as it was in different dimensions and that time is an illusion. So somewhere we are just as we were...doing what we did back then.
When I studied creative visualisation and we were asked to imagine a place in our minds, (real or imaginary,) where we felt safe, secure and happy...I am instantly in the orchard behind the house. I see it so clearly in my inner vision so it still exists.
The strange thing is that even back then, from 4 years old until 14, I was aware that in some strange way that place would never leave me and it never has.
What would we do without our cherished memories? Yes, I believe in investing in my memory bank...so I do it daily. I try not to live in the past but as the world becomes darker I do find myself back in the orchard on a regular basis. I think it will maybe be the first thing I see when I pass over πŸ˜‰
Thank you for sharing.
Alison x

PS I turned off my rating option..

Corin on 19-10-2015
Woodville Revisited
Yes Alison, there is something very poignant about the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. The Great Wheel is turning and we must all follow where it takes us.

love

David

Author's Reply:
Yes indeed old fruit. Who knows where we shall be this time next year the way things are going.
Alison x

Gothicman on 20-10-2015
Woodville Revisited
Situation and place nostalgia, Alison, never fails to humble us, to work well in poetry, this no exception. Unfortunately, we can usually only treasure remnants in the wake of dynamic change, keeps a bigger picture feeling over our lives alive.

Just in this case of reminiscing I would have preferred it if you had kept the poem about real local historical impressions throughout, becomes a bit precious towards the end, but much enjoyed anyway.

Trevor x

Author's Reply:
hi Trevor,
Many thanks for reading and your considered opinion, Much appreciated. I see exactly what you are meaning and agree up to a point too. I maybe veered off from one thing to another too quickly but then I tend to do that in conversation too. It's the way my mind works lol.
To try to explain, I was trying to highlight the security or inner happiness I get from knowing that if something or someone is 'alive' in the mind, then at some point it still exists. They say that nothing in the universe ceases to exist, it simply changes form.
This poem was actually written some years ago and updated due to Autumn and the smell of bonfires always gets to me but the truth is that there are many times I do not feel intensely happy about being part of the universe now. I sometimes wish I did not exist.
My thoughts on the real agenda behind such things as geo-engineering and globalisation forced inoculations etc. etc. make me often feel more like I am inhabiting hell.
I posted it because I needed to capture that feeling again where β€˜God is in His heaven all's well with the world' even if that may not be true ;-(
I suppose most of my poems are very personal and maybe I write more for myself than for others I am not sure.
It very much depends on the mood of the moment but all life is about learning and expanding. I seem to be going through a bit of a metamorphoses at the moment and it's not an easy ride.
Thanks again.

Aliosn x

teifii on 21-10-2015
Woodville Revisited
Autumn is my favourite season and it;s just beginning. Your poem is a welcome to it,
Daff

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading Daff
Alison x


Purgatory, with Wings (posted on: 16-10-15)
Crit welcome but would prefer not to enter into discussion about my beliefs which are personal and very precious. Just for the record I am not bi-polar or Catholic, although this poem may suggest that.

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Life has always been duality personified for me. A double-edged sword competing with blessing and curse. Such strong emotions open up the yin/yang to a painful degree. From the vantage peak of my ecstasy I have a clear vision of the pit awaiting. My ability to experience the magnificent is also my ticket to hell. The love that flows unfettered can transform into a shroud through circumstance. Would I have chosen another way? No, For my blight has always come with grace to endure and my peaks and troughs, though exhausting, allow me entry to the heavens and hells that map human existence, so I walk in the fullness of being and authenticity. Were I not so able to retreat into myself I could not suffer the foray into the world now manifesting... For I seek equilibrium as my medium and balance as my grounding stone. In these troubled waters where the black storm forming owes more to Hades than nature and humanity teeters on the verge of catastrophe. While mad scientists tinker with the keys to the abyss... My soul is in a safe place. Balanced, patient. Awaiting The Light. Alison Stormwolf Oct 2015
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Supratik on 16-10-2015
Purgatory, with Wings
Indeed it is in a safe place. Marvellous use of words that leads you to discover equanimity. In sanskrit, the word is called 'santolan'. The light is definitely on your way.

I could read a melange of Pascal (the mid-way, the safe way) and existential thoughts. Sartre differentiates authenticity from wisdom in that while the former has to be earned at every single situation, wisdom once earned, stays.
Your poem has both. A quiet tone of wisdom
"My ability to experience the magnificent
is also my ticket to hell"
and a wise wonder towards authenticity
"Balanced, patient.
Awaiting
The Light"
Let me know, if I went wrong anywhere in understanding the poem. For me, reading it was an experience.
Best.
Supratik

P.S ---ha ha ha!!!! O I missed the intro, and had to come back!!! True, true, true πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Dear Supratik
A wonderful understanding and comment. Thanks so much for taking the time. 😜
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 16-10-2015
Purgatory, with Wings
This is you in explanation mode, opening just enough to show a little glimpse of where the wonderful words come from. Beautifully phrased.
Mike xxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for your encouraging appraisal Mike. I am just getting back into my stride writing poetry after being in the doldrums for a prolonged period of time for me.
I try to always get in touch with my feelings before writing and sometimes it's more introspective and sometimes more of a rant that helps me let off steam.
I think next poem will be a rant! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Bozzz on 16-10-2015
Purgatory, with Wings
Yes Alison, the peaks and troughs have been the making of you and brought the spirit of survival that is your strength. But where on earth did your immense power with words and beautiful phraseology come from? You obviously read a lot, but surely there has been study and a background that helped! Whatever, we all love your work.
.....your David

Author's Reply:
You have no idea how much I value your lovely comments David.
When I first started writing, the poems would come almost uncontrolled, as though I had unlocked a blockage somewhere. These days they are less so and I have to ask for inspiration many times.
I am a typical Gemini with a grasshopper mind, so I can confess that one life is not enough to discover all I wanted to learn.
I have gone to so many classes and studied so many different things I have lost count, everything from dream analyses to reading Hieroglyphics. Witchcraft in early Scotland to exploring the dark history of Scotland. Then there are alternative religions and various alternative avenues of healing from Shamanism to crystals.
I could chose from so many things I would have liked to have done career wise but back then I was considered a dreamer and flibbertigibbet in school ha ha. I guess that assumption was quite accurate as I have maintained the momentum till now lol
Alison xx

Gothicman on 18-10-2015
Purgatory, with Wings
This is Yin/Yang spirituality at its best, Alison,
something none of us can escape from in this modern world of such strong contrasts of positives and negatives. We raise our hands in sheer joy and satisfaction one minute and then wring them with sorrow and sadness the next, especially now with instant global news at our fingertips. The strong contrasts of good and evil in the outside world send our emotions swinging to and fro, not by love and hate, which would be exhilarating, but by joy and hope against fear and sadness, unlike bipolar problems within us, here our psyches are functioning how they should, but we cannot seem to be able to change those unfair and ridiculous contrasts that exist in the outside world that bombard us from wherever and whence we look, those that exhaust the rational mind. One natural life each, all of equal worth, need it be more complicated than this? Love your cultural richness in your writings with an emotional rather than a pragmatic approach. The world of human experience and communication would be much bleaker and demystified without it.
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
What a depth of understanding you have of my writing Trevor. Thanks for reading and your comment, much appreciated.
If truth be known, when I look around at the injustice and suffering it sometimes makes me feel we do not have to worry about heaven or hell's existence as it's here already for many.

Alison x

pommer on 18-10-2015
Purgatory, with Wings
Yes Alison, I can see where your immense knowledge of words and our so disturbed world come from.Thank you for posting this excellent contribution. Great as always.I don't always get round to reading all contributions these days.Best wishes, Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
Bless you Peter, I read and post as and when I have the energy.
I am sure I have missed some great work through not feeling up to it. When in the mood I try to compensate πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Reflections through my Weather Vane (posted on: 05-10-15)
An old one taken out and reworked to get me back in the swing of things. Could have been titled 'Hell hath no fury' and all that A stormy poem from Storm πŸ˜‰

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Don't talk to me in your thunder. For within that rage is given a key to my release; And I will dance away on gunpowder clouds, leaving you shouting at a blank horizon. Likewise, save your rainy tears; For though they moved me more than once I now allow no watery dissolution to dissipate the truth of my dry walls. Plunged into deepest winter; Bleak days of frozen emotions and frigid bed, became preferable to the thaw of spring and painful reminder of the sand through my hour glass. The summer escaped me. I chanced upon it briefly scried in Obsidian mirror before even that cracked, then disintegrated in the heat of our manufactured midday sun. Alison Stormwolf circa 2002
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Supratik on 05-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
I was in my mind trying to picture the smoking mirror when it had to appear in the last stanza! I was thrilled. The tone of the poem, albeit stormy, is quiet and firm. It is time we had this determination to look at the manufactured midday sun, if not change, and recognise it as one through the seasons. I haven't seen the earlier version, but this one is excellent.

Best.
Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik
I really appreciate you reading and understanding the poem so well.
Alison x

Corin on 05-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
Hell hath no fury like Alison Stormwolf scorned - as I know only too well!-)



Author's Reply:
GOOD ONE David! lol

Alison xxx

gwirionedd on 05-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
For "tears", perhaps you mean "rain"...?



Author's Reply:
Hi Archie, Yes, in keeping with the weather theme, how does 'rainy tears' sound?
Alison x

gwirionedd on 06-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
I like it... Yes, I think you should keep the metaphors going (but not overdo them).

Archie x


Author's Reply:
I'll try...but moderation was never my forte ;-(

Alison x

pommer on 06-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
I like it Alison,I particularly like the last stanza.A very good poem Peter xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Peter.
Alison x

Bozzz on 07-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
Dear Alison, I am not into cracked mirrors, but you have written a cracking poem. To me it has the clear tone of a disappointing love affair of which perhaps the midday sun was an ill-advised momentary consummation?. Any time you need your misfortune read ! Your David

Author's Reply:
Yes, David, got it in one :-)..
This poem was about breaking out of manipulation. I was once cowed into submission by shouting or made to feel guilty by tears etc.
I have to say that I have had wonderful times with wonderful men but I will never stand for dishonesty in anything and so I have high standeards. I am not a man hating feminist though...anything but.

I love men actually, really like them as a species..prefer them to women if the truth be known. I took the philosophy that if you attract a certain kind of man it is because that is the signal you put out, so decided to work on self empowerment instead and that has led to a level of independance that I cherish. I also look on past loves with warm affection for every one taught me something.
Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me.
I am not a huge follower of numerology but my soul number is 'one' which means that I am a natural leader and my life lesson was independance.
I sure have learnt that lesson well.

Alison xx

gwirionedd on 08-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
Yeah, moderation isn't mine either... ha ha ha...




Author's Reply:
Life is too short to be sensible!

Gothicman on 09-10-2015
Reflections through my Weather Vane
Like you, Alison, I've enjoyed many summers, and run for cover and personal protection during an unexpected cloudburst! I'm masochistically attracted to dark broody storms and gale force winds, some of those women were real vixens! Damn! I've blown the metaphor I was trying so hard to maintain! Hahaha! You prefer Highland lads tossing their cabers, I like wild Nairn lasses tossing their hair back!
Superb word-crafted poem with strong voice, love the style.
Lowland Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Why thank you Lowland Trevor. I must confess my love of storms. I love passion and intensity in all things and storms are incredibly passionate are they not?
As for the highlanders tossing their cabers...I would not be wanting them to go depleting all their energy first! lol πŸ˜‰
Highland Ali x


Here's Tae Us, Wha's Like Us (posted on: 02-10-15)
Dedicated to two special men. David (Bozz) and Mike (Verdie) to say I am with them in their struggles. Update Hell, let's push the boat out! Dedicated to the whole damn lot of us! πŸ˜‰

 photo Wolf_zpsrmazt1pb.jpg 'It takes a long time to grow an old friend' I'll second that... but wish to enlarge the concept. For I have found that serendipity brings me 'old friends' I have only just met. Those whose welfare becomes of import and whose leaving would render me staring into emptiness, enwrapped in shadows for the want of their words encouragement, the richness of our bond. Hoping their courage is infectious and that I may have no immunity. Deep friendship is not always borne through years but at times through soul connection, shared ideals, or maybe total opposites meeting on a middle line through unconditional positive regard. That spark that transforms the heart into loving concern. Needs no milestone on life's highway. Once ignited, it stays, unfading. Yes. Let's raise a glass Love is always the answer. Alison Stormwolf Oct 2015
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Mikeverdi on 02-10-2015
Heres Tae Us, Whas Like Us
That's a very nice thing to say and do, let's not forget you were my inspiration when first I reached here. Thanks for caring.
Mike XxX
ps. And now for the critique 😂😄😊


Author's Reply:
My pleasure;-)
Plus, it allowed me to overcome the nearest thing I have ever had to writer's block.
Take care of your precious self.
Alison xxx

Bozzz on 02-10-2015
Heres Tae Us, Whas Like Us
I am so glad, Alison, my caring muse and support, to see you back on line. I must first thank you for your kind and considerate words about Mike and myself. But truth may not be well known - that you are in no small measure suffering the same long term severe pain penalties as myself, so yes, glasses must be raised with you included in our collective loving thoughts – indeed for all those in UKA who face such problems.

Of the poem? Well the words and thoughts put your nibworthy skill beyond doubt as of the very best among us - and the wide world too. But please, where is that book.
As ever, your friend, David


Author's Reply:
I would raise my glass for so many wonderful souls on UKA.
Many wrestle with their own issues, that I do know. You get to know people quite well when you read their poetry for starters.
I have missed being on the go.

Alison xxx

sweetwater on 03-10-2015
Heres Tae Us, Whas Like Us
Great to see you again, I've missed your posts. I agree wholeheartedly with your thoughts, so beautifully expressed. If you feel a connection with someone it matters not whether you see them face to face or just through mutual interests in places such as these.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
Thanks for dropping in. I have missed contributing or reading but for some time I have been pre-occupied, exhausted, demoralised or all of the above.
I should really try to do a little at a time then it would not seem to be so overwhelming as it can be.
I have met many people I have got to know online through poetry and can honeslty say that every one was just as I had thought. Many, not all, let the barriers down when writing poetry and so I believe we get to know people quite deeply through that alone.
It has always been a source of interest and reward to me.
Alison x

pommer on 03-10-2015
Heres Tae Us, Whas Like Us
Hi Alison,
It is so lovely to see you back again, and I can only agree with everything you have expressed in this poem. I too have met so many people this way, and I regard them all as friends.I am sorry to hear about your problems,but please do not despair.I have been through it myself,and I still have problems as a full time carer, but I want to share my good news with you and others,I attended Haematology again yesterday and I was told by my consultant that he did not require to see me anymore, as my Lymphoma has now completely disappeared.What a relief for Edna and me. I tried hard to keep up over the last seven years since diagnosis,and I never gave up completely.So it seems there is always hope the last item left in Pandora's box.Be lucky, with best wishes Peter.

Author's Reply:
Hi Peter,
That is wonderful news! I am so glad for you. Just goes to show! Everyone has their cross to carry.
We do get to care for one another and wishing you all the best.

Alison x

Gothicman on 04-10-2015
Heres Tae Us, Whas Like Us
Fine, heartfelt, respectful sentiments to kindred spirits who so apply deserve them, Alison. As Lamartine said: "Common sufferings are far stronger links
than common joys". I hope you've freed up your mind with this inspired topic in fine writing, that you've become more your usual fluid self, as I think you need this form of catharsis that lightens the burden. It's good too that there's some health and happiness in the world! Though difficult to appreciate when depressed, in low spirits, or suffering discomfort or pain. Get out in the midday light, Alison, the days are shortening fast now. Good to see your name on new freely-written submissions again.
Trevor x
(returned wanderer for Winter storage!)

Author's Reply:
Hi Trevor!
Great to see you so to speak.

"Get out in the midday light, Alison, the days are shortening fast now."

Absolutely! Thank you for the timely reminder. This year I promised myself a mood lamp for my SAD that gets more severe every year. My son suffers too.If I start now I may not descend into the depths of hell (she said in typical drama queen style ;-))
By the time I get to the winter solstice on the 21st Dec I am like a walking zombie. I do love Autumn though with it's poignant memories of childhood bonfires and the mellow feelings in sync with the autumn of my earth walk.

Hmmm maybe a poem coming on. lol

Alison x



Transition (posted on: 29-06-15)
A philosophical poem which came on reflection to me today. The world is abhorrent to me now.

 photo Aristotle_zps9bk6dgqq.gif I am only passing through... So this knot around my heart must be cherished. Were we not to love so fully we would never suffer as we do. The clock on the wall hangs heavy in keeping with this ponderous weight of fierce attachment to people, places and times. Seconds, minutes and hours child, girl to crone-hood. Who can halt the chiming of the hour? I am full as an over-ripe fruit, my cup overwhelmed and my basket is replete. This life has chastened, humbled and hollowed me out. I have depth.. Oh! But the little ones! I am as a faceted stone. Surely fully fashioned? So choose, now, to loosen the bonds of tenure In nightly commune with inky stillness, blessed by sacred silence, at zero point between inhalation and exhalation I give thanks and summon courage. Alison Stormwolf June 2015
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gwirionedd on 29-06-2015
Transition
Why is the world abhorrent to you now? I don't get a feeling of that from this poem. I get the feeling that life has become empty, has "hollowed you out", but that's a different thing to active abhorrence...



Author's Reply:
Hello there,
Thanks for reading and commenting. I wondered about the use of the word abhorrent in the 'about' part of the poem but I try to write from a place of honesty in the moment and at the moment of writing the world did indeed seem abhorrent to me.
The poem speaks of a great fatigue and sadness coupled with the pain of loving so many things as I do.
I did not really mean to suggest emptiness by talking of being hollowed out....more that I have been hollowed out to be overfilled with something deeper.
I hope that explains things. I realised the use of the word abhorrent was very bold but we are witnessing such unbridled savagery akin to the dark ages, juxtaposed with modern technology and a seeming dearth of humanity that I am choosing to disengage or " loosen the bonds of tenure"
Always good to say what you don't get about a poem.
Alison x

franciman on 29-06-2015
Transition
From a dark place, Alison? The beauty is in the indomitable spirit of the poet and the zero point dialogue. God, hark at me! You're not two-faced, you're multi-facetted, and that's the joy, old girl. Sorry - crone!
luv,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Crone-hood has its compensations Jim.....err they are there somewhere! ...oh well
Delighted you understood the zero point dialogue. You really do read me so well. This was written when one facet was feeling the pain and disgust of a world that has morphed into something I never dreamt it would in my childhood and the overwhelming sorrow for my grandchildren.
The other facets manage to blend in and pretend everything in the garden is rosy haha cannot go scaring the natives
Thanks very much if it was your good self who nominated this!
Alison xx

chant_z on 29-06-2015
Transition
Hmm. There is a tension here, a dialectic?(and a brief touch of something Nietzsche conjured up). Great!

Author's Reply:
Many thanks Frederick. I hope you are well. I am a bit behind in my reading so trying to catch up. I did not expect to be writing poetry either but never let a good bit of melancholy get in the way of the Muse.
Maybe if I just say " bugger everything" my mood may lighten 😎
Alison x

Slovitt on 30-06-2015
Transition
Alison: you are a passionate Scot. Swep

Author's Reply:
Guilty as charged! (or as sin ) πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

Gothicman on 01-07-2015
Transition
Beautifully written and with insightful messaging, Alison. Speaks well of heavy fullness, of reaching limits of tolerance; a resignation through frustration rather than tiredness. This is a problem for us as we age, wiseness increases, but the will to fight decreases as the finiteness of our own living becomes clearer, as contemporaries, travelling soulmates, fall away. Your poetry style is always well-measured, economical, and strongly messaged; not a hard-earned achievement, but more a natural leaning I would presume. The poetry much enjoyed, the content empathised with. Great writing.
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much Trevor. My poems come very suddenly usually and from a very deep place often. I many times think they are messages from my higher self or perhaps the universal unconscious and many times have a message in them for me. This was one such poem. 😀
After posting I have done a lot of thinking and we never ever stop learning. On the contrary, as we age and especially in this time of evolution when ' time' has speeded up, it is a time to me at least of intense learning and growth.
My world view is that we inhabit a multi-dimensional universe and the one we are most aware of is the one we give most attention to.
I now have decided to try to inhabit the one that gives me joy....not the one I see all around that hurts the spirit so much.
Your comments are always so deep and well received.
Alison x


Bozzz on 01-07-2015
Transition
Loved the poem. As ever, dear Alison, you are the concious soul searching for a meaning in concise terms. If you are hollowed out, then according to expanding universe theory, I am already vaporised - an old fart as it were - how true!
If I may mention what made me stumble in my outer space were the rather clumsy words 'ponderous weight'-- might not a more poetic equivalent be 'burden'? Yours aye, David

Author's Reply:
Hi David, sorry for late reply. 😛
Thanks also for pointing out the bit that sort of stuck with you. While fully agreeing that 'burden' is neater it is not quite the same in meaning and it was the nuance that mattered to me.
I chose ponderous due to the complexity of the many burdens of caring about so many different things, so it said what I wanted to convey better. Something along the lines of being assailed from different directions if you catch my drift.
Another thing that I am never quite sure of is that sometimes I prefer a word with a certain number of syllables for some reason. This seems strange in non rhyming poetry but many times I shall exchange a word for a shorter or longer word for the reason it just seems to feel better.

I confess the word here that stands out for me is 'overwhelmed'
It jars ever so slightly with me but I was speaking about a play on the old 'cup runeth over' phrase but insinuating that my cup had not just run over...it had been overwhelmed with good and bad so until I think of a better way to put it, I stick with it for now.
its a delightfully rainy day here in Edinburgh. I love days like this if not going anywhere listening to the rain through the heavy tree leaves of summer. Maybe a poem will come.
Love to you.
Alison xxx

Corin on 01-07-2015
Transition
Dear Alison - I think that I understand the feelings that you are expressing here. I have often used the phrase, β€˜a cruel callous and chaotic world,' especially lately. But even now that I am quite well and enjoying the delights of summer I still recognise the fundamental truth of that description. It is true, I think, that we are the lucky generation. In our youth we had good education no matter how poor your parents were, full employment so that few people of our age were children of unemployed parents. When we left school if you had 5 O levels you got a good job and if you did not you would have to do a 'dead end’ job. Our parents were the great generation, the generation that defeated Hitler and rebuilt the country after the war with no help from the Americans. We inherited all that.
Now what has our generation done with all the advantages that were so hardly fought for.? We have screwed the world up completely. Today is the hottest July day on record. Why?? Because in our greed for 4x4s, cars, more and more roads, houses in the green belt, bigger and better everything, we have polluted the world - initiated terminal global warming and left a hell for our grandchildren to live through! Indeed 'Oh! But the little ones! β€˜I cry for them all’

You express it all beautifully as always.


Maetheforsbye

Dave

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Yes, as we have discussed I feel in agreement that our generation seemed to be a kinder, more innocent one and I feel for the truth of today being assailed on every nerve by so many things not of their making and so many difficulties in the techno age while being starved of human empathy in so many ways and replaced by the empty narcissistic world of Facebook and online porn.
I really feel for them but there again from the spiritual side ( and this is where you and I diverge lol) they have come into the world with, to use computer parlance, their software well updated.
They are in many cases very special souls incarnating on earth now. There is a major reboot coming and after that everything will run so much smoother. We just need to get rid of the viruses that have taken over on the top of the pyramid.
Alison xx

sweetwater on 02-07-2015
Transition
For me it is the strong phrases you have used that makes this poem so special, it's not straight forward putting all the cards on the table at once, but keeping much of the meaning to yourself or for the readers to uncover.
Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
Thank you. I think my answer to Trevor explains that so often my poems are sort of difficult to explain but perhaps daydreams put down in poetry form to be unraveled by myself later. I try to not have them too abstract and some are very simple of course.
Sometimes people interpret them differently and that's good too. Why do we write? For me it's to try to take into view things going on in my mind and sometimes to get a message across but some I never post but they too served a purpose.
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 02-07-2015
Transition
Back to your best, I loved it. The rest have said it all.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Phew, thanks Mike. I can make this reply short and sweet. It's become a bit of an epic replying to several in one fell swoop! Haha
Alison xx

deadpoet on 03-07-2015
Transition
I'm sorry you are feeling this way Alison. Though I think your grandchildren may very well see the world with brighter and different eyes. I am afraid when we get older( us Grans) that we forget what it is like to be a child- The world is a bad place for us- but let the kids have their innocence. It'll be all right. They can fight too!
A brilliant piece of work as usual.
Pia xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Pia,
finally getting round to answering some comments as some days fatigue takes over from my fibro.
I cannot agree more about letting the kids have their innocence. I have huge respect for the wisdom of childhood and luckily I actually am able to totally be a child again as it never left me really. 😍👍
That is how I am able to see the world through their eyes and want so much to shield them while also trying to do what I can to make the one they inherit better than it's going.
I have done my best to make everything around me be a place of wonder and beauty for my grandkids from the solar fairies in my garden, the butterflies on my walls inside to of course my beautiful crystals. Everywhere they look there is something magical and special. I think they look on Grandma's house and also me as something out of a fairy story.
That's why it sickens me to read of such things as plans to make Peppa Pig have lesbians in it to be 'politically correct'
I would fight like a tigress for the little ones.
I have huge faith in the ability of the generations coming but it's hard to disengage from the facts that we are one step away from nuclear annihilation or that the natural world is dying.

As I said to Trevor above I think, I have decided to try to inhabit the facet of the world that brings me joy and that is my healing and my friends and family. When we are consciously connected to nature it's hard to know our relatives are dying but that is why as the poem says I am choosing to loosen the bonds of tenure....
The last verse says it all really. I am accepting my lot as having been essential and instrumental to being who I now am with the depth I now have.
I am choosing to deepen my connection to the Source nightly and pray I have the wisdom and courage to always do the right thing in the days to come which I feel are going to be very challenging.
Sorry for long winded reply. It's good to be able to explain a poem fully and in many ways it's as much a part of the post as the poem itself.
Alison xx😀


Rainbows in the Shadows (posted on: 01-06-15)
an old one re-worked;-)

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Come, steal away! and let us dance in the shadows; And our feet shall make no sound nor leave any trace on the white-frost-ground. Only the frozen rainbows of breath contained in spirals or blended beating of hearts may betray our rendezvous... the weaving of wonder, and the chasing away of dread. I am enlivened, aroused in the moonlight. Maybe explains the lack of sun in this soul of mine. I am lunar. Receiving All watchful. Remaining in unison with nature. Impatient for the celestial synergies of twin flames re-united. Will you take the lead? Or shall I? ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Rainbows in the Shadows
Corin on 01-06-2015
Rainbows in the Shadows
Lovely picture to go with it Alison. I love moonlit frosty nights too. Wonderful imagery.

David

Rated 9

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and commenting David. So nice to have you back in the saddle. Thanks for rating too ( I have stopped putting my stuff forward for rating ) must have forgotten to switch off. 😃
Alison x

deadpoet on 02-06-2015
Rainbows in the Shadows
I saw a video of a full circle rainbow- beautiful.

This is a beautifully uplifting poem. I'm definitely a day person. Early morning. But a moonlit night with frost in nature is not to be laughed at.

I liked this.

Pia

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Author's Reply:
Hi Pia,
What a beautiful pic, thanks for sharing!
I am also (or used to be) a lark.... up with the sun.
I do also have a deep affinity with moonlit nights though and also crispy frosted nights and mornings.
As a child I would always ask my mum if I could stay up really late if it was a full moon and the wonder and the magic never left me.
Alison xx

sweetwater on 02-06-2015
Rainbows in the Shadows
As always Alison your beautiful words leave me transfixed with admiration. You have such ability to harness the emotion and transfer it into a perfection of lines, for me the emotion is there but I cannot quite capture them on paper the way you do. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks for saying Sue, but I think you play yourself down, as I have seen a major breakthrough in your confidence and work lately. We all start off tentative and gradually find our feet. It takes guts at times to write from heart and soul as it can leave us feeling exposed and vulnerable...but once you get past the 'what the hell' boundary, where you stop worrying how you come across, there is great liberation.
I still feel anxiety and lack of confidence but as the saying goes..."feel the fear and do it anyway!'

Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 04-06-2015
Rainbows in the Shadows
Ah....back to the Stormwolf I first found on UKA. It was your wonderful words that inspired me to continue when I first arrived Alison.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
What a lovely comment! Glad you stuck around πŸ˜‰
Alison xx


The Musician (posted on: 15-05-15)
A Mandolin player plus poetic heart = a lethal combination πŸ˜‰ A naughty little number to balance recent rants.

 photo Figurehead_zps2ojwhzzn.jpg Sing me into midnight, rapt, in firm embrace. 'neath jewelled sky, on damp sheets, foregoing care for planet's needs thinking only of our own. I will be the figurehead as we float into tomorrow. Never wooden I break all the rules. Kiss me in the darkness for heaven is around us now. I have waited a lifetime to know this highly strung, mystical music. Vibrating strings' concerto, soaring octaves consummate bliss. Through glass, the world is frigid dark and cold... juxtaposed, this all-seeing room Is witness to our primal heat and hard need. Your fingers rake my hair, igniting immolation then,      shuddering              surrender. I cannot even speak to convict you... Sing me into midnight. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for The Musician
deadpoet on 15-05-2015
The Musician
Beautiful Alison..I think there should be more figureheads on our ships.

xxPia

Author's Reply:
haha indeed! I think I could be doing with a coat of varnish πŸ˜‰ Alison xx

Weefatfella on 15-05-2015
The Musician
Ya insatiable messin yie!
Very sensual piece Alison,
which of course is your trademark hen! X
Great feel to this.
Weefatfella.


Author's Reply:
Thank you Weefats. Ah ken, I'm a right wee hussy so I am πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 15-05-2015
The Musician
Bugger...:-)
mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

Gothicman on 16-05-2015
The Musician
Dear Alison!
Sometimes things are just too hard for we lesser mortals to grasp when they're too long and of epic proportions, and it helps to point one in the right direction at the offset, even if it takes a lot work to get it all to sink in, and help both participants in this creative activity to reach satisfying conclusions and shout Eureka in unison! Ooooh, what have I said, always have been a bit of an ass! *brushes hair sideways while tutting in a camp manner*.
Well, good poem, easier than mine to study and inwardly digest apparently!
I think Mike above has succumbed to premature release, he's a real pig when it comes to such matters! Hahahaha!
Keep them coming Alison, Excellent work.
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Och Trevor! You are a hoot! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

sweetwater on 17-05-2015
The Musician
Alison, I love this, It is the poem always there in my head waiting for me to write ( acoustic guitar in place of mandolin ) but I have never been able to reach the heights you have found. Well done it is truly stunning. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
I am fair tickled pink by your comments:-))) I don't know if it was you but if so, very delighted with nomination too.
Alison xx

stormwolf on 18-05-2015
The Musician


beautiful!

Author's Reply:

Pronto on 20-10-2015
The Musician
Did I see Captain Corelli lurking in the background here? Lovely piece of erotica.

Author's Reply:
He was my Captain Corelli πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Liberation (posted on: 08-05-15)
Going over some older unposted poems;-)

 photo canvas_zpsj3rgoxkz.png This parting is as bitter sweet as a new birth following a recent death. I've lived them both to know. And now, I hold my feelings so close as to almost suffocate the soul in me, that refuses to lie down and die. In the scheme of things, time-lines and such, I travel back and forth and so I am both woman and child, embracing every emotion ever felt. Sweet, sweet is the surging of remembrance when thinking of you. That same vibrancy and tingling which will always remain, echoing. For I am almost crystalline in purity of inner structure. To attribute all to time and place would somehow betray the power within. The passion contained. That same flow that surrenders you now into the vast unknown with love. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ 2011
Archived comments for Liberation
e-griff on 08-05-2015
Liberation
I don't like all your poetry, but ones like this really shine. Good stuff.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Griff. I do have a soft side, much larger than some poems may suggest.
Alison x

deadpoet on 08-05-2015
Liberation
I am sure you never would fit your whole person into a poem Alison.. but this one definitely has a lot of spirituality, love and is slightly sentimental without being corny And sad with a smile. Lots of lovely lines and descriptions..soul suffocating by feelings. I tend to stand still when that happens to me and find it hard to move on of mY own. It appealed so well to me and I loved the soulful feminity in all the lines. 👍 . pia

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Pia.
I stopped looking for ratings when I mostly stopped rating others as it was getting too stressful haha I am just happy for someone to get the meaning or feeling in a poem. That is joy enough for me.

Thanks for reading and commenting.

Aliosn x

Gothicman on 09-05-2015
Liberation

Hi Alison,

a fine tribute to other dimensions here. The mystery of processes still unknown to us, still with active influence perhaps after loss of conscious contact with people and things, and too from earlier aspects of our lives. You always succeed in capturing this permeating ethos with well-chosen words and subtle thought-progression; something I have great difficulty with.
Your inner structure of crystalline purity, I believe that.
Fine writing and feels good to read.

Trevor x



Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading it so insightfuly Trevor
Alison x

Nomenklatura on 09-05-2015
Liberation
I liked this one too. Thoughtful and contained.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in Ewan
Alison x

Supratik on 10-05-2015
Liberation
I quite understand when you say the soul refuses to lie down and die, because as far as the belief goes, the soul is eternal; you would have meant the indomitable you that wants to live with love. A fine rendering. I completely understand the woman and child, the images that are constant travellers and lodgers. I loved reading the last two stanzas...it would have come after a lot of work and re-work! A great read! Supratik

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Yes, the soul is eternal but you got what I was saying:-) Alison x


Call to Change (posted on: 01-05-15)
''When the earth is ravaged and the animals are dying, a new tribe of people shall come unto the earth from many colors, classes, creeds, and who by their actions and deeds shall make the earth green again. They will be known as the warriors of the Rainbow'' — Cree indian Prophecy Another protest rant. Following on from my last poem this one is a call for the Rainbow Nation to mobilise for the sake of the good people and the children! ''Nothing is more powerful than an idea whose time has come.'' Victor Hugo Dedicated with love to Bozz (David Boswell)

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They ask ''Does anything scare you?'' I answer To be confined to skin and bone by birth. Subject to every potential ailment trial or torture and no escape. Encaged by human emotions heightened by feeling suffering on every nerve. To identify and align myself to the hopelessness of the normality bias or desperate desire to blend in. The slow burn on fragile skin watching the inhabited world slipping into the abyss... 'brain dead' and 'mind controlled' is no anaesthetic to the purgatory of the awake... But... we are legion! Elders speak now. Let loose your tongues, honed by tragedy and joy. Holding hands around the globe. Grandmothers, powerful ones vessels of lineage, holders of wisdom. Grandfathers of every hue, religion or none. Scarred by trial, mightily imbued by experience. Young bucks, unbridled fillies breaking out for freedom. No more manipulation, falsified differences. 'Divide and conquer' is the Devil's work. No more cannon fodder! Together, we shall expunge all those with dark roots. For their time has expired, their day dimmed. Their despicable shadows already darken pavements swinging from lamp-posts, world-wide. Inverted in sync with their warped philosophy. Their sycophantic lachies, cowardly minions and the morally corrupt can stand in line. Retribution is patient but thorough. There are many like me who carry the torch of empowerment . Who will never be stilled. Their cries of freedom never stopped. An irrepressible band of warriors against oppression. I see a pure dawn breaking unfettered unpolluted free. Before that... the Dark Night. Get out of my way if you can't lend a hand. For the times they are a-changing. Alison Stormwolf March 2015 ''Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.'' ― Bob Dylan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JqZgGvxjQY
Archived comments for Call to Change
Mikeverdi on 01-05-2015
Call to Change
Fantastic writing Alison, you are at your best.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Haha thanks Mike 😃 I better make my next poem somewhat softer or people will think I'm a right Valkrie 😜
Well maybe I am lol
BTW as you know I've been away in Nairn and had very little access to PC I saw this morning I had this set to no comments but that was a mistake as using tiny phone.
I always welcome comments
Alison xx

deadpoet on 01-05-2015
Call to Change
Wow I am deepy impressed but I do know your writing style and expression. I was once an active rainbow warrior though I'm not Cree. This poem keeps the wheels turning Alison. Thank you.
namaste
pia
xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Pia
I have enlarged on the conservation angle to include all those who are part of the global resistance against the demonic agenda of the NWO as they are in effect anti human and want to cull the human population as well as having no regard for our wonderful planet😕
Elders are not given the respect they deserve but there is a groundswell of Liberty springing up worldwide that has has enough of the elites and their war games,
Good will overcome but sadly radiation cannot be cleared and rectified like pollution so we have to speak up if the spirit urges.
Thanks for reading and your comments.
Namaste!
Alison xx

stormwolf on 05-05-2015
Call to Change
Thanks very much to the anonymous nibber and nominator.
I am very grateful and delighted as it took me weeks to post this as I do often hesitate. 😜
Xx

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Supratik on 07-05-2015
Call to Change
Wow!!!! The poem is like a white cloud with a silver lining...'divide and conquer' is now giving way to divide and concur. Yes the times are changing!!! Keep on writing so we have the power to forgive the dark nights! Well done Alison.

Supratik

Author's Reply:
We can be "in the world but not of it" That's how I try to cope. That and ranting and writing haha
Many thanks

Alison x


It's Getting There. (posted on: 27-04-15)
A rant from the heart Stormwolf style πŸ˜‰

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Late spring lulls me with melody and her song is one of bliss and beauty. An orgasm of green and new beginnings. The intensity of her lure comforts and reassures of my connection, almost stops my breath in gratitude and wonder... but I know it's a mirage. Perhaps even, a swansong for a life now severed from innocence and blind trust There's a subliminal hum on the breeze that betrays an underbelly of intense suffering and unfettered evil loosed upon a jaded, pre-occupied and broken world. While my grandchildren play in the park mothers in other countries bury their babies. Heads are severed before a baying mob jostling for good camera angles. Humanity trampled into blood-splattered, desert sands. Governments are ramping up war rhetoric dusting off nuclear silos and putting the finishing touches to their preplanned subterranean boltholes. Brinkmanship and double dealing upon the checker-board. The chess pieces are flesh and blood but not theirs, oh no, never, theirs! Corruption and fear stifles the weak renders them impotent, gutless while politically correct tongues, betray their fellow man and tow the party line. Truth is highjacked (and dangerous) and 'double speak' takes care of the guilt of 'colateral damage' As the farce of elections consoles the masses they have any say at all. I do hold a certain compassion for those clinging to the normality bias. Ostrich mentality gets them through the days and reality TV the nights. Individual lucid thought, decried whistle-blowers pilloried. No boat rocking here, thank you! The hidden agenda is death, depopulation, global collapse, forced inoculations, total surveillance genetically modified, micro-chipped slavery, a nightmare scenario. One World Government the Trojan Horse. To see true is devastating and murders spring. "It is not dark yet but it's getting there." Bob Dylan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7JBHyE18L3o Alison Stormwolf April 2015
Archived comments for It's Getting There.
Mikeverdi on 27-04-2015
Its Getting There.
A 'rant' indeed young Storm. I myself cannot allow the end game scenario you predict to live with me. Its not that my head is in the sand, if I thought like this I would become a survivalist. You paint a bleak picture, and as always you paint it well Alison. Great writing, and so good to read you again. Now go and write one of your sexy love poems πŸ™‚
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
Well, I go through the gamut of emotions regarding this. Rage, fear, total frustration that it's been allowed to happen and even at this late stage, people are in denial. Yes, it does your head in but I can no sooner keep quiet about it than I could sit back and allow a toddler to put their hands into an electric fire or pick up a wasp.
It's just my nature I suppose and once the scales fell from my eyes I could no longer pretend or feign ignorance to please others.
My sexy love poems are on a back burner until I do some more field research. πŸ˜‰
I needed to write something to post, so voila! I got in touch with my inner fire and this is the result. Not to everyone's taste no doubt;-/
I write to express myself and as a form of activism.

Alison xx

sweetwater on 27-04-2015
Its Getting There.
As I read this I felt the need to rush headlong towards all those who can actually do something to halt what is fast becoming inevitable and scream in their face 'can't you see what is happening?' I like you can forsee a future that scares the hell out of me and I get so frustrated that no one is doing a damn thing to stop it, my only consolation is that in time if (when) the worst happens, the earth will survive and regenerate. A powerful poem expressing a real need for huge changes, we should all have listened to Bob and his fellow singers/poets and done more then, but no one listened to the meaning behind the words. Great rant Alison, if you decide to march I'll be there! Sue πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue
I have felt like screaming since I understood the plans many years ago now. To see it in its final stages...well...it does almost do me in πŸ˜‰ Not for me, I have come to almost detest the ways of the world as it is...but I will strive till my dying day to alert people and try to make a better world for my grandkids.
I know as you say, it's going to come...such is history repeating itself ...but this is the end time and good will overcome evil. It's written and I know it in my soul. Thank you for being willing to join in the march.
I would hate my grandkids to ever say "why did you not speak up Grandma? "
Thing is that it's very out in the open now so the scoffers will have to bite their tongues.
Alison xx

deadpoet on 27-04-2015
Its Getting There.
My feelings exactly and you express yourself so eloquently- I envy you. Nevertheless- Dylan's words have surely festered in our minds and now it may just be too late.
Dylan is a genius and you are with your words. I an glad that my children and grandchildren are happy at least.

Great rant Alison- extremely well written. And I am not fishing for votes at all I promise. Just getting in to UKA again. It's great! πŸ™

Author's Reply:
Hi Pia, I am dashing to catch a train but wanted to thank you now for your very kind and encouraging words. Women are so powerful.
I have another poem written a few weeks ago about such things...may well post it now. I don't care any longer what people think of 'me' It's immaterial in the long run. What matters most is being true to self and having the courage of your convictions.

Good to see you back.
Alison xx

Supratik on 28-04-2015
Its Getting There.
Mike and Sue have said it so beautifully that I have nothing to add here. I read it many times to internalize the murder of spring that is coming out so clear, especially with the repetition of certain words, e.g. severed, double speak. It's indeed a Storm style! Strangely enough, I am reminded of a song of Tagore (a Bengali poet) whose translation of the first couplet goes like this:
Sky has filled me with light
Fill it I will with songs

Fill the sky with your poems Alison! Best. Supratik

Author's Reply:
I am so glad you saw the relevance of the murder of spring Supratik πŸ˜‰
You always read me so well.
Loved your comment,
thank you.
Alison x

Gee on 28-04-2015
Its Getting There.
Such a contrast to "Blue Nun and Babycham" which I read just before this one. A sign of the changing times, unfortunately. As I glance at my tv screen, it's all too familiar. I believe that the majority of people are good and will do all they can against the evil in this world.
Powerful words, Alison.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gee,
Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, I believe that the vast majority of people are good. Sadly that often means they are unable to comprehend evil on a huge scale even although it's only a few decades since the atrocities of WW2 many think the horrors of the Nazis cannot happen again.
However, atrocities are happening daily and the people who pull the government's strings globally do not have humanity's good in mind.
Alison x

Pronto on 28-04-2015
Its Getting There.
I could (And probably should) agree with every word you so eloquently wrote here Alison. I am, though, the eternal optimist and have faith in the human spirit. Not from any religious viewpoint I hasten to add it's just that I believe in the basic goodness of ordinary folk and their incredible ability to survive.
Luv & hugz

Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal,
I realise that this is controversial. I also believe in the human spirit but sadly as Edmund Burke said "All it takes for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing"
That applies here and it is my belief that we cannot just sit back and trust in the goodness in the human spirit. There are times and seasons to all things as it says in the Bible. This is a time to act before it's too late (if its not too late already.)

People should understand the news is all sanitised by the mainstream media who are all under the control of 6 agencies. We are fed a diet of what they all agree has to be reported in order to control the public but the reality behind the news is far more dire than they are letting on. When do we read now about Fukushima for instance? Even that alone is now raging out of control killing the entire Pacific ocean.

I care too much about humanity and my wonderful Mother Earth to say nothing.
My next poem is more hopeful, written a few weeks ago but never posted. I have decided to continue to speak out no matter how controversial it is!
haha Thanks as always for reading and taking the time to comment.
Alison x

stormwolf on 30-04-2015
Its Getting There.
Thanks so much to whoever nominated this one. I am most humbled and grateful.xxx

Author's Reply:


Dawn Webs (posted on: 09-03-15)
A poem about discovering yourself in the middle of entrances and exists... and claiming your place in it all. (with loose reference to various cosmologies worldwide which speak of Mother Spider)

 photo sun-379064_640_zpsa2pro4fo.jpg There's a dark night ahead. I'll host a banquet in your honour while the light remains and sit you head of table... Then, help you to your rest when indigo descends. The pull is on the web, but while these legs still walk I'll fold you all in in caring kindness roll you up securely... Almost smother you, in love. Life's just a passing shadow, a hiccup to infinity or fleeting sigh in Fortune's ear. I need to nail our permanence to something that will linger Place stamp upon the future. Reverberate in un-dreamt dreams Give wings, to rising souls to access heaven, or infant hearts to soothe and bless. My words must be indelible, my interactions meaningful, Till Greater Sun shall take me Mother Spider's always spinning. Alison Stormwolf March 2015
Archived comments for Dawn Webs
ifyouplease on 09-03-2015
Dawn Webs
lovely spiritual poem many layers here xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks Nic.
Yes, several layers indeed;-)
Alison x

franciman on 09-03-2015
Dawn Webs
You do this so well, Alison. There's something of the firelit gypsy in you. You dance soft and bare-foot yet twirl and stamp to get the message across.
To me the poet is comfortable in her cosmos (or cosmologies). And yet she needs to give a human value; though regretting that necessity? of course I could be wildly off the mark!
It's lovely work, though for me
'but while the light remains'
comes too early. It has more impact if

There’s a dark night ahead
Iβ€˜ll host a banquet in your honour
while the light remains
and sit you head of table.

Just my opinion, LOL
Oh, and a nomination.
cheers,
Jim xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim,
Totally gobsmacked at the nomination. Thanks so much.:-)))
I will be honest. Until the very last gasp was going to delete this one, which came complete and very unexpected ;-/
I felt it may be too complicated as what happens with me often is a mood comes over me...then I feel I want to capture it and the words come. So the poem is multi-layered, starting off with the first line which is both personal (in knowing my mother has not long to go) to general, in seeing the world is on a precipice.
The poem then winds along under the spider who, in many different philosophies, is not the negative creature so many think of.... but a weaver of worlds and dreams.
The realization dawns, that only yesterday I was a wee girl and now I am the mother to my mother...so I ponder on the transience of life and how important it is for me to leave my mark in a meaningful way and not just cease to exist. I need to be remembered by those I love as I am.

It finishes with the knowledge that Mother Spider is always spinning. So it's not over till the fat lady sings...I am telling myself that no matter what circumstances may look like...the pattern is never complete and we only see a small part of it.
The I realised that is so many ways. I am Mother Spider for those I love and care for. So the rolling up and smothering is not done as in a fly in a web but the work of loving attendance while my legs (all 8 of them) ha-ha still work.
I have altered the poem as you suggested.
Just fair delighted so I am.

Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 09-03-2015
Dawn Webs
Okay... I've got a handle on this one now. I like the way the first part weaves together and I am pleased I understand it. If I'm honest I got lost in the second part, but we have always said 'you don't have to always understand everything to enjoy the words' HaHa!
You are to good to stop Alison.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Hey Mike .
I loved the way you said the first part WEAVES together! Great pun.
Yes, we do not necessarily need to understand a poem to enjoy it or sometimes we enjoy a poem while finding something totally left field from the writer's intention.
It's all good.
Just like we can appreciate art. I would not give house room to the MonaLisa I have to say :(whereas, if a painting moves me, I don't give a hoot how much it's worth.
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder as they say.
Thanks for trawling through the ones that make your eyes water lol

Alison xx

sweetwater on 11-03-2015
Dawn Webs
I loved this, so many wonderful lines,' life's just a passing shadow...' And ' roll you up securely..' To name just two. Very, very nice. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue. As I say, I really pondered over posting this. I think the day we stop being concerned about our work, is the day we stop challenging ourselves!...but it can be nerve wracking right enough. Alison x πŸ™‚

pommer on 11-03-2015
Dawn Webs
The first three lines says it all for me.They are so touching and made me think.Thank you for sharing Alison, Peter xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment Peter. I know that it's not easy for many of us as time goes by
Alison xx

e-griff on 12-03-2015
Dawn Webs
If you'll accept comment from me: I thought this exceptional, as others have said multi-layered and woven carefully throughout. I would not change the opening, I considered the single opening line and the sequence following very powerful. I especially liked the 'indigo descending'.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and your encouraging comments
. Alison

Capricorn on 16-03-2015
Dawn Webs
I love the many layers of this one Alison. It is indeed an exceptional poem. I'm glad it as been nominated. In the meantime I hope you will consider submitting it for publication somewhere!

Eira x

Author's Reply:
Hi Eira
Sorry for my late reply. I keep meaning to try to promote myself but more important things keep diverting me 😟
Procrastination is my middle name.
I am very happy you liked this one and thanks as ever for commenting.
Alison x

Supratik on 07-05-2015
Dawn Webs
These lines could only come from a wordsmith! I am speechless..
"Life's just a passing shadow,
a hiccup to infinity
or fleeting sigh in Fortune's ear." Excellent! Your poems have the power to influence people beyond boundaries!
Supratik

Author's Reply:


Alien Sky (posted on: 06-03-15)
and so it is. A swan song of sorts πŸ˜‰

 photo wolf_moon_med_zps00x1xkev.jpg The moon is large tonight. Sailing on in arid heavens, full-bellied treachery. For the first time since my arrival here, the trust has gone. She waxes and wanes as always but her song is muted. Her silvery substance, suspicious. What has befallen me that my lunar connection is severed? How can the thread so vital to my tenure, have snapped and I am still contained? Her sylvan symphony now hits a dull key her magic, muffled Perhaps, I have expired my cache of moon-wishing madness. Destined now to trawl the ground eyes down, searching for other-worldly reflection on frosted leaves or frozen puddles... Maybe I simply ran out of dreams. Alison Stormwolf March 2015
Archived comments for Alien Sky
ifyouplease on 06-03-2015
Alien Sky
never liked that thing up there always looked suspicious to me, good riddance and goodbye to the dreams and various effects the moon has on planet earth and its mammals. there will be new dreams, the symphony was always dull and repetitive, a hum vibrating straight from hell. that thing up there has a spell on us so consider yourself freed now that you are not a victim of lunar charms. wolves were simply alerting nature for what this crappy satellite was doing. of course the poem could be personally symbolic of other relationships. whichever the case, it was well written and a good thing to read.

xx

Author's Reply:
Oh Nic, you have no idea what your comment means to me xxx
I understand exactly what you are saying and agree. I think this has been a final key in my awakening but did not expect anyone to see that aspect of it. 😎
As far as the other bit goes...yes, it can be read on several levels and does in fact relate to a feeling of alienation and tiring of the same old thing.
If nobody else reads this poem I have been uplifted that someone read it well.
Alison xxx

Mikeverdi on 06-03-2015
Alien Sky
That you have any trust left at all is something. I have also viewed the moon with a jaded eye, but then I trust only my own intuition. Your ability to write, and be understood...to leave others breathless upon reading your words must surly bring you joy. Whatever our reasons for writing, it's what we do...and you do it better than most Alison Stormwolf.

Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
Apologies for being so late to reply. Have had the grandkids so not so much time to attend to other things such as responding and reading, which I will do this afternoon.
I think there comes a time in everyone's life when they take stock of things and ask deep searching questions. If there does not, they are living anaware.
Many thanks for your encouragement.
Alison xx

franciman on 06-03-2015
Alien Sky
"And thus the native hue of resolution is sickly'd o'er by the pale cast of thought". Shakespeare's Hamlet says it best, but this comes close, if I read it aright. Eyes on the ground is not the stance for you Alison. That would be to peddle the mundane. At times like these return to reading old Omar!
"I heard a voice within the tavern cry,
Awake my little ones and pour the wine
before the measure in the tub runs dry."
Moonlight becomes you it glows with your hair (he hums in Hollywood dissonance)
Jim xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
Bugger peddling the mundane for a laugh! πŸ˜‰
Yes, at times like this I go to good old Omar maybe with a bit of Kahlil Gibran thrown in for good measure.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To fly--and lo! the Bird is on the Wing

'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days
Where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays:
Hither and thither moves, and mates, and slays,
And one by one back in the Closet lays.


β€œWe are all like the bright moon, we still have our darker side.”

― Kahlil Gibran

Oooh I have come over all philosophical...I will have to go and lie down in a darkened room now. Alison xx

Bozzz on 06-03-2015
Alien Sky
Oh my Dear Alison, this dead, inanimate and almost useless object deserves no thought from mankind save to tease the imagination. Well, the Fosbury flopping cow, the stinking Stilton area, the unwashed man - all fantasy. They live on the printed page, but only its earthly tidal effects and feeble reflective attempts to mimic the sun at night are real. Stay with freedom, stay with science. Plenty else for wolves to consider as interesting subjects for the play of your delightful mind. As to the poem, what more intelligent way to dispose of a childhood fairy story life than rugged frankness - good bye old friend - thanks for the memories..Your loving earthling fellow, David

Author's Reply:
Dear David,
It is my confirmed belief we come to earth as a school of learning.
There is much pain in the process of inner awakening. I know we differ from our beliefs but strangely too the paradox is that we also sign from the same hymnbook so to speak.
Continuing on the philosophy from Jim's comment and having dug into my books this morning here, are two wonderful sayings that speak for me.

Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself like a lotus of countless petals.


And if you would know God be not therefore a solver of riddles.
Rather look about you and you shall see Him playing with your children.
And look into space; you shall see Him walking in the cloud, outstretching His arms in the lightning and descending in rain.
You shall see Him smiling in flowers, then rising and waving His hands in trees.

That is the God I worship:-) Your fellow nature lover and warrior for right.

Alison xxx


Parallels (posted on: 06-02-15)
Another from my collection of love poetry.

 photo womanonshore_zps9d94031f.jpg Here I find myself, caught in reverie. Sanguine lips, thighs, yearning... In far flung land, over fathomless seas, he waits for changing seasons. The sand is on his mouth where he kissed the red earth; While his spirit sings softly of days wrenched from his grasp. Still, in the night air I feel him, always ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Parallels
sweetwater on 06-02-2015
Parallels
Oh this is such a breathtaking poem, it goes straight to the heart, especially the last three lines, I can relate to them so much, they brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue
Absolutely delighted you took this into favs! To love is the greatest thing even if it does leave us yearning on occasion πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

Bozzz on 07-02-2015
Parallels
The body physical aspects of this lovely short poem give me better understanding of the difference between men and women in the league of yearning - and pleasure in being educated. For most of us, never mind the lips, the thighs have it ! Oh, we are awful...Love, David

Author's Reply:
As Dick Emery would say

"Oooh! you are awful! but I like you!"

Alison πŸ˜‰ xxx

pommer on 08-02-2015
Parallels
Hi Alison, words fail me this is so wonderfully expressed. Congratulations.Peter xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Peter,
I am so sorry. I thought I had replied to you. I must be getting dottled 😳
Thank you for the lovely comment. It is much appreciated.
Alison xx


Sharing Vistas (posted on: 02-02-15)
Another poem taken out, dusted and slightly amended.

 photo images_zps344c4fbb.jpg I see him there, remote, thinking... Wind in his hair on the mountain top tuned into the panorama before him. Through his eyes, time recedes or advances. I wrap around his hurting spirit an invisible buffer to what ails him, singing softly in the pale dawn; There is synergy when I join him enlivening, comforting. He speaks of directions and angles I speak in curves and clouds, together, the whole picture. When I paint, it is abstract. Now I take him into my frame and his colours are melted into mine and nobody knows, only we two, the beauty of it. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Sharing Vistas
Mikeverdi on 02-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Ahhh... Alison, what a wonderful picture you weave with your words. I love it.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it Mike.
Alison x

Bozzz on 02-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Breath-taking love story. You make romance sound so easy and accessible - credible - amazing - I'm there, it's really me.
Oh Alison, what a gift. Angles for men, curves for women - magic for all. Thanks for the moment. ....David

Author's Reply:
This poem speaks of a connection between two people that covers time and space. There is no distance in spirit and it has been proven that our thoughts can and sometimes are felt by the recipient.

Also I suppose that we benefit from being different as we can complete one another in varying ways. Thanks David.

Alison x

e-griff on 02-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Hey , you should dust off more work. This was sweet and very meaningful.

I actually read it as a practical, logical man and an artistic, feeling woman.

Author's Reply:
wow! You are spot on old bean πŸ˜‰
That is exactly what it is.
Alison x

Bozzz on 02-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Apols for seriously wrong interpretation - Take my Nom. Griff at least had your corrective note to go by, sly devil.
Yours....David

Author's Reply:
No, no David! Your interpretation was not wrong!
This IS a love poem written for someone in particular who was exactly as Griff suggested.
Not sure where you feel you went wrong. I think reading again, it is ME who did not explain the poem properly and made it seem too general. πŸ™
I am so delighted with the nomination, it means a lot.
Thank you so much.
Alison xx

Nomenklatura on 02-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Congratulations on your nomination. I think this is my favourite piece by you.
Marvellous!
Ewan

Author's Reply:
OMG Ewan, that's just the icing on the cake!!! πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much!
Alison x :-)))

Supratik on 03-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Ah! What a wonderful picture of connection, of resurrection into awareness! For me, it is a poem of consciousness, of suddenly coming in contact with 'him' and with the hymn or the hum. Beautiful dear lady, beautiful! Yours, Surpatik

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and commenting Surpatik.
I am glad you enjoyed it.
Alison x

Supratik on 03-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Well I came back with another comment because of two reasons, 1) wanted to clarify that resurrection be interpreted as a word alone, not with the burden it has carried through the years, wherever it has been used, and 2) not to lose the privilege of rating this poem! I rate this certainly as 9! Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi again Supratik
Of course resurrection can be used in different ways, that's the beauty of words. As for ratings, well thanks so much but after a lot of brisk discussion about the pros and cons in the forum I decided to take myself out of that equation 😜
I am heartened that you would have given this a nine though.
Alison x
my other poem seems to be going down like a lead balloon ha ha.

sweetwater on 03-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
I too was enthralled by the beauty in your words, you always write poems of love so elegantly. Sue xx.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue. I am going to probably give some more old ones an airing but when I write soft erotica the silence can be deafening haha but what the hell.
Alison xx

Nemo on 04-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
This is a fragmentary moment in time, its preciousness so easily lost down black holes like all other moments. Skill is required to preserve a moment in its entirety, the people in the landscape, reciprocation of feelings. This does it all, Alison. Chapeau. Congrats et al.
Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in and your comments Gerald.
Alison x

ValDohren on 05-02-2015
Sharing Vistas
Beautiful Alison. Congrats on the nib and nom.
Val xxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much Val.
I am going over some old ones and altering them here and there as I wait for new poems to arrive πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Gothicman on 10-12-2015
Sharing Vistas
Missed this until read in the anthology which has now been delivered, Alison. Beautifully worded poem, revealing the finest feeling of fully-committed love that can be endowed on another person, that anyone able to feel this has indeed felt the finest transient spiritual connection, and so rare an occurrence, perhaps only once in a lifetime This, along with Leila's "Goodbyes", are my favourite poems in thirteen years on this site. A singular inspirational moment, much enjoyed.
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Trevor,
I am tickled pink, nay tartan that you do me that great honour. 😃
I am very humbled you appreciated it so much. You always are able to really read me in depth and delighted you took it into favs.
A very Merry Christmas to you and yours.
Alison xxx


The Land o' The Leal Revisited. (posted on: 23-01-15)
"I'm wearin' awa', John Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. " Robert Burns

 photo Christmas2015_zps29d94bc3.jpg
How many verses have you wrung from this devoted daughter who loves you beyond measure? Surely, we have walked in Elysian Fields in those dark hours and embraced as to death... but resurrection came with morning and the wheel of pain continues to spin. I sometimes want to slay The Turner. Lay you down in honeysuckle-soft-shadows with lark-song symphony, in crisp cotton dress and hold your hand, till your pulse is still. This tenacity is agony of soul both ways. For I cannot bear the waking that renders me orphan. Yet I would swap my life for yours with joy, had not your slate been already over-full. © Alison Stormwolf January 2015
Archived comments for The Land o' The Leal Revisited.
Bozzz on 23-01-2015
The Land o’ The Leal Revisited.
Welcome back Alison. Many hearts will go out to you - an eternal quandary - what is for the best? Your piece is both sad in its dilemma, joyful in its love and beautiful in its writing. The overflowing slate yes, but so much too to get off that laden chest of yours. You stay strong in verse as ever....Yours, David


Author's Reply:
Hi David.
Yes, nice to be back and writing again. This poem came unexpectedly but there are so many more waiting in the wings I am sure. That was Christmas day and it will be a day to remember as only weeks before I thought we had come to the end of the road.
It's like being torn in two slowly. Thanks for your kind words.

Alison x

Gothicman on 23-01-2015
The Land o’ The Leal Revisited.
Beautifully written Alison, Not easy to put these difficult special sentiments into words that adequately represent how you truly feel, but you're quite brilliant at keeping this fine balance, which at the same time also allows the reader to connect with you using similar experiences where expectancy and wish just cannot be reconciled, Good to see you writing and submitting again and hopefully coming through the winter weariness that badly affects you too. Old wee Robbie knew how to say things, and so do you!
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
*Smiles*
Thank you so much Trevor. I think it is exhausting to have to contain such dichotomy of feelings but I also know that many have been here and know of what I write.
Either way, there IS pain but I heard a wonderful saying only today " Pain is weakness leaving the body" Fabulous!!! and one that I will keep as a mantra for I do believe it's true.
Thanks for reading and your considered comments.
Alison x

PS will invest in light next Sept. πŸ˜‰

sweetwater on 24-01-2015
The Land o’ The Leal Revisited.
Absolutely beautiful, Alison. Made me think of my own mum, and your wonderful words summed up the same dreadful dilemma I too felt when her years reached their conclusion. Very best wishes to you facing this terrible time. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue.
Your empathy is appreciated and very delighted you took it into favs.
Alison xx

pommer on 24-01-2015
The Land o’ The Leal Revisited.
What can I say Alison. simply beautifully expressed.I am able to understand the feelings you are so skilfully describe. Peter xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Peter,
I think many can relate ;( It's so sad when the parent becomes the child and roles are reversed.
I am very privileged to be able to do what I can to a woman who has been there for me through thick and thin and has never let me down in any real way.
I am sure I have let her down many times. I think that these times in life remind us to love one another with no restraint as this is not a dress rehearsal.

Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 25-01-2015
The Land o’ The Leal Revisited.
Ah...there you go again, showing us all how it's done. SO please you are gracing the site with your poetry again. It's your words that brought me here. However and wherever they come from I am always entranced.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Mike, you sweet talker, you *smiles*
I feel I have not written for ages so always glad when another poem comes along.
Thank you for being so supportive and encouraging of my work. It means a lot and is greatly appreciated.

Alison x


As Without, So Within (posted on: 01-12-14)
A contemplative poem about the run up to the Winter Solstice which is always challenging for me. I resonate with the lack of the light. Every year it increases.

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Dawn to dusk in the blink of an eye. No sooner willing myself out from my sheeted sanctum, than that ebony cloak encircles me again in swathes of black. Familiar fertile darkness, suddenly barren. Dream incubation stunted, while wide-eyed claustrophobia, hatches thoughts, too visceral to share. What is a day? One measure of timeless time. Some yardstick to fasten senses before melting into obscurity. Another one gone, nearer... what? © Alison Stormwolf Dec 2014
Archived comments for As Without, So Within
Mikeverdi on 01-12-2014
As Without, So Within
Love it! nice to see you back on the page 'Storm'... winter is a bugger its true. As usual I loved listening to your voice.
On the crit side I found the 'sheet- sheathed' wording a bit of a mouth full, maybe just me:)
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,:-)
Yes, maybe more the way I recited it, as although it says what I want to say with a touch of alliteration thrown in...it is a bit of a tongue-twister and I did not want to 'lithp' lol
I may reread later but for now have to dash down town before it gets dark again ;-(
To think I once even considered moving to Tromso! I must have been nuts.

Alison x

Ps Maybe I should say 'blanketed bolt-hole! ' (too jocular for the feeling in the poem ) πŸ˜‰

PPS Have changed it to sheeted sanctum.
Briefer, descriptive and easier to say! Ta xxx

Bozzz on 01-12-2014
As Without, So Within
I first thought this was going to be a plea for Scotland to have its own time - and why not? To me it encapsulates beautifully not just the actualities of light's time compression but the inner drives that hurt because of it.
Well deserves the nib
Perhaps you are suffering what many in northern Skandinavia do - depression through a suppressed need for hibernation? Be a bear or come South my love....David

Author's Reply:
Yes, it's physiological and in part is like a desire to hibernate as the lack of light to the pineal gland affects the body clock. This leads to hormone imbalances of Melatonin which makes you sleepy and drop in Seratonin that makes everything look bleak.
There must be a psychological overlay too but I feel it building up every year and it usually dramatically improves as soon as I know the sun is returning. 😃
Shamanically it is the time to go within and incubate dreams and plans in the fertile darkness of the deep mind so that the emergence in the spring sees the bounty of the seeds implanted in the subconscious. So it is a precious time of retreat for inner work.

That's when you can harness it constructively and creatively but this year circumstances have robbed me of the energy to do that so I just sit and stew lol
I also think that there is a primal fear vaguely submerged in the human psyche that the light may not return....hence so many ancient ceremonies and rituals to entice the sun to return etc.
There is a richness in living in tune with the seasons but balance has to be maintained.
Alison xx

chant_z on 02-12-2014
As Without, So Within
Hmm. The recording added an extra dimension to this piece to me. A wonderful piece (if you don't mind my writing that...:)) and very carefully worded. A tough read but worth it!!

Author's Reply:
Hi Frederick πŸ˜‰
Thanks for reading. What's it like up with you at this time of year? I always appreciate you dropping by.
Alison x

ifyouplease on 03-12-2014
As Without, So Within
beautifully written!

Author's Reply:
Thanks Nic 💙
Sorry for late reply. Bit of an effort to do much just now.
Merry Christmas!

Alison xxx

pommer on 03-12-2014
As Without, So Within
What contemplation Alison. I think it is a beautiful write.Yes we all feel the ever shortening of the days, and for some reason more so when we get older.However, I always see the beauty of an early period of dusk,when sitting in a dark room looking at the ever changing colours of the winter sky. ( providing it does,'t rain.Be lucky, Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
Hi Peter
Thanks for commenting. Yes, there's beauty in all of nature, even grey days if we take the time to be still and appreciate it. I just hate the lessening of energy that comes over me but I have ways of dealing with it and knowing it's transient to a degree helps too.
Merry Christmas

Alison x

sweetwater on 04-12-2014
As Without, So Within
I loved this, it summed up the darkest months completely. With such short days it does seem as though we are being "short changed" in our alloted time span and that our final day is coming at twice the pace!
I am a night owl so the longer evening and night doesn't get me down, and the softer days are peaceful, but I still look forward to the freedom of the longer days too. Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue, sorry for late reply.
Yes, there is a beauty in all seasons and I would never chose to live in a country without them but I just need to be more prepared in future, as there's no doubt about it that the lack of light affects me on many levels.
I also think of the materialistic shallow way Christmas has become and world events loom large.
Never mind

Merry Christmas!
Alison xx


Gothicman on 08-12-2014
As Without, So Within
A difficult poem to write in adequately expressing the heavy, low state involved, Alison. SAD does have a proven biological basis, as there are optic pathways not only to the visual cortex but also to the RAS (Reticular activating system) of the brain stem, where levels of sleeping states and wakefulness are regulated. Long ago in our history, we were awoken and set into sleep mode by external darkness and light, since when we have evolved a more flexible antagonistic reaction between the two nuclei in RAS due to artificial light sources. There are at least seven levels of awareness including sleep states, wakefulness levels, and the hypnotic state. Wakefulness levels are thought to be three, and it's here that SAD proliferates as without adequate light and its effect on the system including the glandular endocrinal influences you mention, say from only reaching level one, the brain is functioning very ineffectively and this horrible dampening depression is in reality defending you from dangerous illogical (or psychotic) thinking. As always the effects are very individual depending on genetical disposition, psychophysical make-up, and normal intellectual capacity. Exposure to bright light as in light therapy does help one to go up a notch in wakefulness, or awareness level, getting the brain to function more efficient, but even getting out into daylight for an hour or so around noon, allowing it as well to penetrate exposed skin, helps maintain a more acute state of wakefulness. So, get out and wander an hour or so on a preferred route during those few hours of daylight, Alison. It'll make you feel more alert and in control. You know how everything seems so much worse when half-asleep when your rationalising defences are down! Excellent writing in your usual fine style!
Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Hi Trevor,
yes and I have the added complication of suffering quite severe sleep apnoea which means that I am not actually getting the correct amount of deeper delta states or probably adequate rem also. This as you will know affects the coping mechanism and levels of fatigue / low mood.
I utilise many different strategies to compensate, one being my AVS light and sound machine, where I try to use programs to stimulate the brainwaves I may miss out on. I am also ordering a air ioniser as latest studies show that sufficiently high concentrations of negative ions can help to counteract the effects of SAD in several ways. I do not have a light box but maybe that will be next step.
Anyway, it's so much more than just all that.....more the frustration of world events which seem to be increasing in chaos and I am not somebody who chooses to vegetate in front of a TV or buy into the normalcy bias lol
Probably be much easier if I was but there we go. 🙈🙉🙊
Anyway Merry Christmas !

Alison xx





Capricorn on 10-12-2014
As Without, So Within
Hi Alison - it is good to read your work again.
I can completely relate to this and have written a couple of poems about it myself. It doesn't seem to get easier, does it? The darkness does become suffocating. I would love to be able to hibernate. Perhaps I should try a light box!
Eira x

Author's Reply:
Hi Eira
It must be great for those who can jet off to the sun for a while. That would see us through till spring 😽
Anyway, not long to go till 21st when the Winter Solstice means the days will start to lengthen again. It is like a suffocating feeling isn't it. It's like waking in the night when worries loom large....my spread out family all seem to be so much further away in the dark days of sleet and snow.
Merry Christmas
Alison xx


Larger than Life (posted on: 27-10-14)
For Maximus, my daughter's Great Dane who was put to sleep last Tuesday leaving a gaping wound in our hearts.

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Yes, that was you. When fully weaned, a small Labrador in size embodying exuberant joy, everything magnified tenfold. Your puppy antics meant no working surface sacrosanct. No understanding of the consequences of your incredible reach. Bounding into my house laying waste to ornaments and rugs alike, your enthusiasm to see me melted any irritation. Your heart, as massive as your presence, assured your place in our lives for all time, even though your stay painfully short. Some of us are just that, 'larger than life.' unable to whittle ourselves down to be more acceptable, contain unbridled emotion, feelings, to be polite, to fit in... to be cowed. The tumour that claimed you, correspondingly rapid in growth. Gone before the day we'd waited on, when you would mature, settle down, be more manageable. Your lesson? To live 'in the now' and love unreservedly, unashamedly and extravagantly. Acceptance without judgement. Not even fully grown when surrendered to the dark soil of your precious, country home. Your bark, that would make the rafters tremble silent now. Our pain in loss, excoriating... Perhaps, from another, more powerful, vantage point you will continue where you left off. Guard dog, Teacher, Friend.  photo IMG_0825_zps5cbcdfaa.jpg Alison Stormwolf Oct 2014
Archived comments for Larger than Life
Bozzz on 27-10-2014
Larger than Life
Alison, you have almost brought him alive again - a beautifully crafted and witty piece - your touch - the right balance between sorrow and joy. Great read indeed.....David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
He was with us such a short time, I had to try to see the reasons, the lessons and the good we could take from it.
Otherwise we could have sunk under the sadness.
Thanks as ever. πŸ™‚
Alison x

ValDohren on 27-10-2014
Larger than Life
Always so sad when we lose a pet. - we bond with them, and they become part of the family. Very well written and expressed. Learnt a new word - 'excoriating,' but not sure how it works here. Sorry for your loss Alison.
Val xx


Author's Reply:
Hi Val,
Thanks for your good wishes. I chose the word β€˜excoriate’ here because I wanted to convey the nature of the suffering, which is one of raw emotion stirred up at every thought of him and all he was. I wanted to portray the kind of sensitivity that is extreme and easily stimulated....like a scalded skin. All the nerve endings are located in the superficial layers of the skin and so wounds of that nature can be exquisitely painful by the slightest touch.
I am not meaning that we are not deeply affected...on the contrary...but I am emphasising how raw everything is, a different sort of thing.

Hope that explains my reason for using it here πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Kipper on 27-10-2014
Larger than Life
Hello Alison
The loss of a loved pet must be hard to take, especially one so large in size and spirit.
Take comfort in knowing (as you must) that this dog's life was enhanced by you and your family, just as, it is clear, was yours because of him.
Best wishes, Michael

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Micheal.
It's easier on me for he was not my dog and it's my daughter and her family who have to try to come to terms with the empty corner etc
Dogs just are so very easy to love and I still miss my three even yet.
Max was just a wonderful big boy who won everyone over every time he went up the street with me or met my neighbours.
Alison x

shadow on 27-10-2014
Larger than Life
Deepest sympathy - our own dog Chloe died on Tuesday, so I know how you are feeling. They leave such an enormous hole in one's life. A lovely poem, and beautiful tribute.
Moya

Author's Reply:
Hello Moya
Thanks so much for reading. I am so very sorry to hear about your sad loss. Tues must have been a day of tears in several households.
My old dog Chief has been gone 30 years but the tears are never far away when I remember that fateful last day. I hope you manage to feel her around you still.
Alison xx

Slovitt on 28-10-2014
Larger than Life
Alison: they do become part of your life, and being so trusting and vulnerable, you love them double. i've gotten to the point my parents did i.e. after a lifetime of multiple pets, at least 4 or 5 large dogs at most times, i don't believe i'll be having any more. unless, of course one needs to be taken in. good tribute to maximus, and for creatures so full of life, their life spans are so short. Swep

Author's Reply:
Hi Swep,
That's it in a nutshell...like children really. This is what I sometimes refer to in my poems as "crucifying innocence"
For it's the total trust and lack of guile that makes them so very adorable. This wounds us so deeply on their behalf.
And yet, I often wonder, if they have the higher calling?
I live in the hope that I will have another dog one day but in the interim try to love my cat, for I am so aware they come and go and we are so often so busy doing other things we fail to love them as we should in the now.
Max has reminded me to do just that.

What you say about them holding so much they do not last long also makes me wonder.
Maybe we are all born with a quota of exuberance, joy etc...Some choose to live a long life and make is stretch out into mediocre days and nights...some chose to walk on the high wire and prefer a life that is stopped full and not overly long. I know which one I would have chosen.

Anyway, havering on again πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

pommer on 28-10-2014
Larger than Life
Hello Alison, I had already made my comment, but for some reason it did not arrive. So here I go again once more, My condolences on your loss. I not only read your poem but also listened to the audio.Very touching.We lost a Labrador many years ago, and I know what it feels like. We are mainly cat lovers, and over the many years we have lost cats in differing circumstances. Each loss however is heart rendering.When I look at a starry night sky, I always think that those little creatures are looking down on me saying :"Don't worry we love it in the Cats Heaven".I know it may sound silly, but that is me.A lovely poem Alison, Best wishes, and have a look at the night sky, Maximus might be looking down on you.Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
Hi Peter,
Well yesterday I left a comment and it was posted 4 times!!! (Had to delete 3)
anyway, you must know by now that I don't find your thoughts on them looking down in any way strange! ;-)))
I take great comfort from the starry skies and in fact have a poem half written along those lines. We are all connected, yes and part of the greater whole. Our animal friends are gifts indeed and I can say 'hand on heart', that animals have been among my greatest joys and will always be, until I pop my clogs (or burn my kilt);-)
Like all love, if we had never enjoyed the sharing of treasures, we would not grieve when they go.
It's a price worth paying.

Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 28-10-2014
Larger than Life
Dogs have been in my life all my life, and still are. The loss of one is something I can never get used too. Get another a friend of mine said...I could have killed him.
This one hit the spot Alison XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
I understand your anger at your friend...we take it that they (dog) are irreplaceable and so they are...but already I have advised my daughter to get another. There is no quicker way to recovery than another cold snout to look after and the one we lost will remain, etched on the heart for ever.
A bit like losing a (human)loved one really but as all we dog lovers know..it can be even worse ;-(((
Traveling home that day on the train, looking at the fields in the sunshine with farm animals going about their business, I knew that life goes on...
Your new grandchild will lighten even the darkest day, that's what they do.
Sending love to you all.

Alison xx

stormwolf on 28-10-2014
Larger than Life
β€œLife is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away”

anon
So very true.



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Author's Reply:

sweetwater on 28-10-2014
Larger than Life
Hi Alison, I apologise for this late comment, I have tried several times to write something, but my own tears get in the way. I still grieve for every one of my " lost " dogs, and I know exactly the pain you are going through, I admire you being able to write such a loving tribute to such a lovely, and far too young, companion and friend. Love and best wishes to you. Sue xxxx.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue and thank you.
I was not going to be writing for a while but this happened and of course it was devastating. I wondered if I could find any words to do him justice.
I struggled to console my daughter for the total waste and downright cruelty of what befell him took the mat out from under our feet. He was not even two years old and I wanted to rage at God, fate, anything!

Then I sat and asked what he had brought us in his short life? and the words came. I am so proud of him and I loved him very much. He was unique ..a one off.
I was glad to have had the chance to know him, we all were. 😔
All dog lovers know.
Alison xxx

Gothicman on 29-10-2014
Larger than Life
Crikey, that was sad and bad luck, Alison, for Maximus to get stricken down like that! Some of my relations had dogs I grew to know well, but never owned a dog myself, Had cats, last one a cross between a tabby and a Norwegian forest ginger tom, called Mozart (replacing an earlier one called Sir Bastion Tiddles), and was the size of a small tiger, saw pitbulls off! He died from some intestinal problem, so the sadness of pet loss not totally unknown to me. Anyway a fine poem that would make him slobber all over you with pride if he could know about it, I'm sure. Short life, but lots of joy, that's sometimes how it is, comets that come and go so regrettably quickly.
Fine writing again, hope you're back to stay awhile.....Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading, commenting and your good wishes Trevor.
Alison x 😺

Supratik on 30-10-2014
Larger than Life
Fine writing and a great read! Speechless on the craft! Best. Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik
Thanks for reading and just very delighted and honoured to be chosen as a fav writer by you.
Very appreciative.
Alison x


Plague (posted on: 06-10-14)
Dedicated to the unbelievable bungling incompetence ( or deliberate non action) of the World Health Organisation And the Centre for Disease Control.

Surely most, at some moment of melancholy, or day-dreaming curiosity, have visualised the form and substance of their own funeral? Weeping relatives, harbouring false guilt. A seemly send off. A few well chosen hymns maybe. Elegant and fitting. Brass handles gleaming, polished wood. The deceased suddenly elevated to almost saint-hood by the mere act of escaping flesh confines... A certain feeling of accomplishment mark made. Closure with respect. In what dismal dream did anyone envisage The roar of mechanical diggers moving earth like Titans feverishly worked by the gowned and goggled. Surrendering thousands to lie entombed in dark camaraderie. A bleak, buried signature, for future times to what went wrong. Alison Stormwolf Oct 2014
Archived comments for Plague
Mikeverdi on 06-10-2014
Plague
Dark indeed Alison, not so much poetry, rather a stark warning. I know how passionately you feel about the world and its leaders; leading us sleep walking to our doom. Like David you are prepared to stand and shout from the roof tops; good for you.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hurray! A comment! 😜

Poets have often been on the forefront of social conscience. Certainly the passions which motivate the desire to write, in my case, are often stimulated by the desire to speak out against what I see in my spirit happening.

This is a battle against good and evil, light and darkness. I guess this is my small contribution to striving for a better world.

For our fight is not against flesh and blood, but against authorities and powers, against the world-rulers of this dark night, against the spirits of evil in the heavens.
Ephesians 6:12

Thanks for reading and commenting. I don't write to be agreeable but to stimulate thought on occasions.
Alison x 😃

Savvi on 07-10-2014
Plague
Hi Alison
Is it any wonder poets find there muse in such bleak landscapes, the balance of this poem is its key. The use of compare and contrast is spot on and drives home a well delivered message. very much enjoyed the poem and the audio. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, I tried to portray the contrast between what many of us envisage in the 'ordinary world' we have maybe taken for granted....to what 'may' transpire if Ebola runs rampant.

I had images of all those bulldozers in the concentration camps. All those men women and children I am sure never in their worst nightmares imagined that would be the manner and the place of their final resting. I am trying to give a clarion call that every generation seems to have ordeal to face.

Sadly, in so many cases, there things could have been avoided if the people had woken the hell up and realised that governments are so often not to be trusted. We are not children. We are adults who should decide our futures not wait like sitting ducks trusting the Nanny State to take care of us.

Look what happened with Pol Pot, Amin, Stalin, Hitler.. Murder by own government has killed more people than wars ever did.

Alison x

stormwolf on 07-10-2014
Plague
I have added some background music as a wee experiment. πŸ™‚
(I have done this before actually.)
Some may consider it a distraction or a frivolity but I like to experiment with presentation using more than one of the senses.
So this is an example.

Yes, good poetry needs no dressing...but so what?

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Bozzz on 07-10-2014
Plague
Oh Alison, you have plunged where most would fear to be, the deep end, the sharp end, the real end. You are the courageous one. With the suffering while alive comes the hope of survival - not me this time - but it will be. The 'gowned and goggled' - what courage and trust lies within such garb. Yes, for me the poem is painful thought, but somehow softened by the beauty, realism and clarity of your words. The world needed to read it years ago. Sadly the blind lead the dead - ever thus..... Bravo Alison....David


Author's Reply:
Thank you David. You see the heart of me and for that I am very grateful. Don't know if it was you who nominated it but very humbled by that too.;-)

Alison xxx

Gothicman on 07-10-2014
Plague
Yes, well said and written, Alison. Most expect a timely death due to the limits set by aging, or if stricken with a genetically-inherited or later life disease or life-threatening condition, at least the chance of a fair battle to resist and prolong the inevitable. Like with AIDS, was Ebola the result of cross-genous sexual activity or the result of Man's stupid interest in creating problems that otherwise would not exist, and in conditions where security from leakage are either inadequate or neglected. The excuse for creating these monster-problems is to be prepared for what the enemy might produce and pre-empt it with developed counter-inventions, whether chemically-, or germ, based. Then we have the fearful idea that Man has deliberately developed these massive life-depletion capabilities in order to save the planet from over-population, and toxic waste becoming greater than Nature's capacity for renewal. Is that Man's answer to Darwin's Natural selection? Is it the ultimate sacrifice deciding who has quality and is useful to society and who isn't, who is to be sacrificed and who is to be saved in order to sustain the world and humanity? They needn't bother, religion will soon do it for us, a religious-based Armageddon will soon be upon us, and as usual, only the old, the infirm, the genetically defective, and the Illuminists will remain, as all the fittest die in battle, we are doomed, end of story, unless of course there is a god, who will step in and, at a stroke, ban all religion! Well-written, topical reading...Trevor

Author's Reply:
Hi Trevor,
I think we all have our own ideas about where we are heading. I have a very spiritual outlook but not all 'New-Agey' full of love and light. I was New Age before it was corrupted to be what it is today.;-)

I save navel gazing for my quiet times but engage very much in the world as I suppose a 'warrior for truth.' I don't say that lightly, as I have undertaken such warrior training to enable me to conquer my fears and see beyond the film of lies all around us now.

I understand exactly what you are saying but I feel it shall not only be the young and fit but the very young and innocent and the old and vulnerable. There shall be little escape from a bio-weapon or a nuclear bomb in fact.

The scenario here is only one of many potentials as we have spoken about before.

What I was trying to portray is not so much the horror...but more the totally seeming unawareness of so many who seem to accept blindly that only others die in war or become like animals to be slaughtered.

My loving concern for my grandchildren and all the truly good people in the world means I can never keep quiet about what I feel may befall us and could maybe be prevented with a lack of ignorance or apathy.

It saddens me to see people more concerned with getting the IPhone 6 than caring that their kids are losing their childhood to openly satanic influences through music and TV.... or becoming gender-benders with being gay almost the norm soon. It's not that we should not be accepting of those who are in any sexual predicament...far more that we should be furious at the gender bending additions to food that the globalists know are emasculating the men and making girls come into puberty FAR too early.
Profits before people. The food industry is poisoning us all slowly. How can I sit back and say nothing?

Thanks as always for reading and your encouragement.

Alison x

ifyouplease on 08-10-2014
Plague
ffs this is absolutely great!
respect

xxx

Author's Reply:
Wow Thanks so much Nik.:-)
I was considering deleting this as its a thankless task speaking out at times. I hope you and yours are well.

Alison xxx

Ps totally delighted you took it into favs. 😀

sweetwater on 08-10-2014
Plague
With you on every word Alison, we need far more people like yourself, prepared to speak out on all the issues that spell our fate, when those who can and do have the ability to change the rot, do not actually possess the forsight to see anything wrong. Like you I worry for my grandchildren, all I can do for their future is hope there is one. Great write, always enjoy your words. Sue xx.

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your solidarity Sue. Greatly appreciated.
Alison xx

pommer on 09-10-2014
Plague
There is really not much more to say after all the comments that have been made.I totally agree with every word that has been said, especially the poem,which took some courage to write.Yes,Alison, I too fear for the future my followers might be facing.I can't really say much more, without blowing my top about many situations in this world.Thank you for sharing. Best wishes, Peter,xxx

Author's Reply:
Peter, Thank you so much.
The support I have had here has been heart-warming. There are so many good, decent hearts and souls in this world.
I think this will be my swan song for a while.
Thanks to you and all who commented.
love
Alison xxx

Supratik on 10-10-2014
Plague
Alison! At the outset, I must tell you that I focussed only on the poem, both oral and written. The irresponsibilities of you-know-who was not my concern. Upon reading this poem, I want to die! Seriously!
"Surrendering thousands to lie
entombed in dark camaraderie."
I understand why you call it Plague, because like dying rats on the streets, death is here to stay as a
"A bleak, buried signature,
for future times
to what went wrong"
and you know what...on reading these lines a myriad times
"The deceased
elevated to almost saint-hood
by the mere act
of escaping flesh confines..."
I just renamed it as 'Ode to death'

Thank you, thank you and thank you!!! Supratik






Author's Reply:
Oh Supratatik,
You do make me smile 😄
I love your enthusiasm. Reminds me of me lol. I get all enthusiastic too when I read something I like. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. I can see you have really considered the poem line by line which I appreciate.
I shall no doubt continue writing but perhaps not be posting for a while as I do not want to be posting depressing poems but I am very much affected by what is happening in the world.
If I get the urge to bring my feelings into words I obey the urge but in some cases it's not uplifting to read but there again, who said that poetry should be uplifting?
I do write a lot of uplifting spiritually based stuff as well 😜
Take care
Alison x

Pilgermann on 17-10-2014
Plague
well constructed poem. Poets have to be the voice, and yours gets stronger with every one of yours poems that I read.

B

Author's Reply:
Thank you and bless you for your encouragement. B
The message is not always well received but poets do what they are are called to do in so many instances and currying favour is well down the list of priorities 😜
Alison xx

royrodel on 23-10-2014
Plague
Once yer deed yer deed but that's the funeral business excellently portrayed in Scotland, excellently portrayed coz that's what happens

Author's Reply:
Nice of ye to drop in Rodel! πŸ˜‰
Alison x


The Chiming of the Hour (posted on: 05-09-14)
Deep reflection on my visit home. From the microcosm to macrocosm and the search for meaning. 4 am is the most common time to die of natural causes.

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One fateful day, the front room clock will strike a new dawn and I will know divine liberation, to walk among the golden, whispering shadows who populate my dreams, giving me succour, warning and at times, pain on parting. This evening, watching a pink highland sky, thoughts flew like the solitary seagulls as I ran a screen of my life across the heavenly expanse. Relevance, purpose, change and loss. Such a search for meaning. The house, now silent as a tomb resonates with my inner emptiness. Dad patiently waiting, in a finer place... Mum back full circle to the hospital where she gave birth. Broken hip, now competing with broken spirit. it all seems so...pointless. Deep meaning is paramount, A thirst I cannot quench. The simple ordinary brings stagnation, So the humdrum becomes torment and the torments become almost humdrum. A half-way house that suits only those with lukewarm souls. Half the world's awash with blood while half the world sleeps. Cruelty and hatred, rampant. At times a hell on earth. Dad's been gone for 30 years but his clock just struck 4am... In the final chiming of the hour, only love remains. Alison Stormwolf Sept 2014
Archived comments for The Chiming of the Hour
Bozzz on 06-09-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
Why is the world waiting? Where have all the commenters gone? Surely not shyness, for these are exquisite words on the almost ghostly moment of return to an old home. I have never dared to do this myself - fear - yes, for it stirs deep. Thank you Alison, ....David

Author's Reply:
Bless you David.
I will admit it gets a bit disheartening to get many reads and few comments.
Of course as discussed in the forum, many may be non members and everyone has their own busy lives. For instance I have just returned from the highlands and have now travelled up to Aberdeenshire, so have not been available to read and comment much but nobody could ever accuse me of not reading others as my comments can confirm, so it would be disappointing if people expect to be read but cannot be bothered to comment in return. 😒

A hundred reads is a good amount and I am always grateful to be read but I do sometimes wish some members were a bit more active. Perhaps I am just tired today.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 06-09-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
I agree with David, this is stunning Alison. Pleased you have a Nib to acknowledge this wonderful writing. Could I ask that you look at the 2nd verse 'thoughts flew like the solitary....
is 'the' superfluous? Just a thought πŸ™‚
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
The use of 'the' in that line is because I am reflecting what I am seeing with my physical eyes, standing in the garden looking up, rather than using seagulls as a metaphor.
If I was to use a metaphor for thoughts I would not chose solitary seagulls. I was just thinking in a kind of dwam and thought the few seagulls that still flew in the evening sky, reminded me of intruding thoughts. I hope that explains things or I agree to dispense with the word 'the' may
make it neater but hope you see that such a tiny change can actually have a profound effect on the meaning being expressed.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Alison x

Gothicman on 06-09-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
Brilliantly written, Alison, with great consideration over word choice and content. This is going in faves for me, but not anthology list as perhaps too semi-personal and private to you. Love the ending as well. For me, your best so far! Trevor

Author's Reply:
Wow thanks Trevor. Really delighted this one appealed to you I was aware at the time that I was experiencing poetry stimulation but felt so depleted did not actually expect a poem to come.
I wrote a poem then woke in the night ( as I often do to totally amend the poem)
Yes, it's very personal and maybe that makes some hesitant to comment but as human beings we all share feelings at times .
Being in a place that has so many memories for me and aware that those days are coming to an end just got me into a kind of deep introspection which then enlarged to encompass the larger picture and how hostile the world of my childhood has become.
There are many times recently I wonder how much more I can stick it so I tried to put it down in words.
I have always been a deep thinker which means I find things hard to accept at times
Really honoured you took it into favs
Alison x

sweetwater on 07-09-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
Wow Alison, this is so good, and I can read so many of my own deep feelings in it, that I am literally lost for words as they will fall into insignificance after such a splendid ( old fashioned word I know, but it really is ' splendid ' ) poem. So, so beautiful. Xx Sue xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue
I must say I am really delighted this one has been well received. Like you were saying in your poem, I really wondered if I would be able to put into words what I was thinking as I stood looking at the sky outside the family home, so quiet since mum in hospital.
It takes you. Down memory road and all sorts of emotions are uncovered.

Alison x πŸ™‚

Pilgermann on 13-09-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
This is the stanza that makes it for me:

"Deep meaning is paramount,
A thirst I cannot quench.
Ordinariness, brings stagnation.
So the humdrum becomes torment
and the torments become
almost humdrum.
A half-way house that suits only those
with lukewarm souls."

Definitely not written by a "Lukewarm" soul. Great intensity softened by a deep understanding of the human condition.



Author's Reply:
Thanks for your lovely comment. I suppose it does expose my dilemma πŸ˜‰
I have re-recorded it as I was not happy with the original as it was done in a hurry.
I do find it strange that some poems are very short, some are rhyming and some almost mind-stream as here.
I just hope they keep coming lol

Alison x

PS have amended that line I was not happy with and I feel it reads much better. Not such a tongue- twister for starters. Thanks for your valuable input.

Supratik on 15-09-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
Deeply touched to listen and read. The notion of time through various images and objects has been well developed through emotive excellence, and almost an audio-visual description through words and the co-text!! Love, that's for once of a different kind, is at the epicentre of the poem far surpassing the pointlessness referred to in the poem. That the poet here is thinking of the 'divine liberation' is depicted through a touching and inevitable recount of the experience some thirty years ago. The poem stands more as a wtiness to love and spearation (at the physical level), where love remains. Reading the poem was an experience for me. Keep them coming. Well done Alison! Here's wishing your mom all the very best. Bless the home that has raised you.

Author's Reply:
Hello there and sincere apologies for my late reply. Life has a way of intervening ;-(
I am deeply moved.
Firstly by your incredible insight and way that you have read this poem and taken from it my deepest feelings...and secondly for your warm appreciation of my work and your very welcome encouragement.

Alison x

ValDohren on 04-10-2014
The Chiming of the Hour
A late visitor to this Alison as I have been off site and taking a bit of a break, as has my Muse too. Bot not too late to comment of course. A brilliant piece of writing - the feelings expressed are almost palpable. Great stuff.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
SO sorry Val! I do not know how I missed this comment. If I ever do it's always an oversight. Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
Alison x


The Wolf in Me (posted on: 29-08-14)
Seeing as I am on the 'Wolf Totem' theme....('May as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb' and all that.) This one was previously posted on a poetry challenge now re-posted for new readers, plus... it's one of my favs. πŸ˜‰ Slightly amended. Thanks Swep!

 photo 94f3de67-12de-48fb-85b6-fd762fb2884a_zps2d0722b4.jpg      Maybe      I will never love again.     Consigned to remember     our hunger     feasting     our lazy afternoons     frantic desire.              Maybe nobody will bite me...hard     making me shape-shift     into his bitch.     Make me shed my skin,     touch base with my     wolf-soul.          Maybe nobody     will make me embrace my nature     like you did.     Make me howl, make me growl     roll over in submission.     What then?     What then      for me? ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for The Wolf in Me
Slovitt on 29-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
Alison: first line, 2nd stanza, perhaps cut "only", and then perhaps cut "our" before "feasting" and "our" before "frantic desire", to read



Consigned to remember

our hunger

feasting

our lazy afternoons

frantic desire.



there's nothing like a girl/wolf shape-shifting into a bitch

and claiming it, howling and growling, and then submission.



perhaps cut "for me" and "my love" next-to-last stanza, the last two stanzas to read



What then?



What then

For me ?



good poem. Swep





Author's Reply:
HI Swep!;-)
I thought you may remember this one as you helped me so much along with Shelagh to hone it down on the poetry challenge. I can see the reasons why you have made the suggestions as I always want to be as concise as possible without it being stilted.
The last bit was me being my drama queen self πŸ˜‰ The changes you suggested are along the lines of me trying to be less 'feminine' I think it was that Ross (Rosco) had previously suggested in my work- so making progress!
I will now away and re-record it and thanks for taking the time. much appreciated.

Alison x

Supratik on 29-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
For me, the questions that appear in the poem (I have allowed myself to take the Maybe also as ones), are a strange mΓ©lange of doubt and acceptance. Just when you thought of this as a reader, came another maybe


Maybe nobody

will make me embrace my nature

like you did.


which I think is different from the rest. And yet again, the final question


What then

for me? (with one gap)

does not really appear as a question, a note of exclamation is also understood.


What if it weren't a soliloquy, or a dialogue! Would this be an introspection? An acceptance of the two sides, as depicted in the co-text?!


I appreciate your poems a lot, even though I do not fully understand all.

Best regards,

Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi There,
I think you have asked excellent questions here and read the poem very well. It is, as you have suggested not just a soliloquy...it is both a question and an introspection.
Or as you say "a strange mΓ©lange of doubt and acceptance"
It is written almost as though I am speaking to myself and considering all potentials.

It ends with a question that shows both a certain anxiety but also a feeling of resignation.
Delighted you took the time and effort.

BTW if there are any poems of mine you do not understand, I will be more than happy to explain them.
I say many times that this can be a slight drawback we poets need to remember. Just because the meaning in a poem is obvious to US , does not mean it necessarily will be to others. I tend to write with my feelings very much engaged which may confuse at times.

Alison x

Supratik on 29-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
Hi Alison,

I couldn't agree more on what you said about the intent of a poem. After all, what is obvious if I may ask! Even if we considered our conversation, there is always (well most always!) a sub-text, or 'le message sous-entendu', which is commonly known as the intention of communication. Even in innocuous sentences like 'what a lovely weather' may be meaning an entirely different thing, sometimes contrary! Besides, there are these moments called moments of writing and moments of reading that contribute to the understanding of any text, don't you think!
Respects.
Supratik

Author's Reply:
Yes, I agree and also the internet can sometimes misconstrue comments so that they do not come over in the way it was hoped as well.
Alison x

Gothicman on 29-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
Ah, I've come back and it feels like a different poem altogether! Better poetry consensus wise, but slightly less intrinsically aligned to personality. Like the opening line, and "Make me shape-shift into his bitch". The answer to your final question is of course is that you will write about it, because, for you, your inspirational or creative feelings come from emotional experience and then essentially moves on to the intellectual process of writing about them; for some, it's the other way round. A sensual poem, by someone who has suffered for love, and not afraid to express it. Fine messaging, and enjoyed...Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Trevor, and you are correct too.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 29-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
You at your brilliant best XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much Mike and double thanks for taking it into favs!

Alison xx

Bozzz on 30-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
Never mind the poem itself, I think of you. Dear Alison, why make yourself skate on old ice? Hopefully it is because you have now got the question sorted in one way or another.... My best, David

Author's Reply:
Skate on old ice? Do you mean re-post old poem or are you referring to write about past experiences? I use all life experiences as fodder for my poetry and this one was re-posted due to my last being about my wolf totem so in the same theme.
As far as being sorted goes...are any of us really sorted? But yes, I sorted myself by becoming truly independent instead of reliant;-)

Alison x

sweetwater on 31-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
I loved the sad wistfulness of this poem, I found it very touching and somewhat lonely. Probably completely wrong, but thats how it spoke to me. Beautiful. Sue x.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue
No the poem is somewhat sad but it is meant to be bold.
It's an old one now.
Thanks for reading and commenting.
Alison x

Bozzz on 31-08-2014
The Wolf in Me
Thanks Alison for answer No 2. Relieved - meant in the politest possible way....David.

Author's Reply:
Of course David. I know you gave a very caring nature and that can only ever be good.
Alison xx

Pilgermann on 02-09-2014
The Wolf in Me
A wolf turning into a "bitch": never!

I feel twinned desires to dominate and be dominated coming into play here. We are complex creatures.

Reminds of the Eurythmics and "Sweet Dreams are made of this"

Author's Reply:
Ha ha a very insightful comment πŸ˜‰ complex creatures indeed!
Thanks for reading and commenting .
Alison x (alpha)
πŸ˜‰


Call to Service -Amended (posted on: 25-08-14)
An early poem (written about 10 years ago) reworked and re-posted. Obviously from the Shamanic perspective 'Wolf' is my Power Animal. I have amended it yet again as was not happy with it.

 photo 60971__autumn-wolf_p_zps4a2a1ff2.jpg There are still some trails to run for a lupine spirit set loose my feet hog-tied from years of bondage. And my eyes, once sharp as eagles now see with new, softer light into the shadows that would take me. There is still a sun in my sky but it is setting through such beautiful autumn leaves heralding bleak, barren wasteland. Yet is my life-force still reviving. Howling in pine-scented freedom and the shedding of worn out greenery. Softly exposing… naked branches, naked thoughts- How many more seasons will I see with these eyes? A few more peaks to conquer, a few more valleys to endure. Come close now my helpers for I am not finished yet! Though there is a new weariness... Like reading the same old book. Come, help me turn the page. Hibernation calls me to regenerate all that is within me. For a terrible Winter is coming to Earth And there will be much to be done. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Bozzz on 26-08-2014
Called to Service
Alison, my own sadness is that cyber help is limited while the grind of reality always sits menacing and close. The wolf itself looks firm and well-fed - not the lean and hungry torso of dark forest days. But yourself, you carry a spark - 'something of the girl' within - it comes through in the poem. I don't know about poetry in old fashioned Scottish train facilities, but 'Please refrain from hibernation, while UKA needs inspiration....' With love from goode olde British Rail - and of course myself.... David

Author's Reply:
Hurray! A comment after 70 reads! I wish people would say if they don't understand a poem rather than simply not comment.
I am frustrated at present as cannot access my desktop as changing suppliers, so cannot download the recitation.
Basically this poem was written during a time of retreat in the country where I studied Shamanism.
In that philosophy, we all have a power animal. Many times you can tell what it is when you meet someone if you know what to look for.
I actually knew mine was Wolf long before then and I am sure my dad had Wolf too.
They give of their attributes to help you. Some come and go , some come and stay.
Really like spirit guides only animals.
As I have a very strong love of animals I can accept that concept very easily and shamanism is not a religion so I happily incorporate it into my belief system.
Anyway, in this poem I am recounting an experience I had during a sweat lodge ceremony.
I am saying that I have been empowered by that and
I am also saying I know very dark times are coming.
I feel that everything we are in life is the sum total of not only our experiences but more importantly, how we dealt with them.
The hibernation I speak of was my two years in isolation where I discovered so much about my inner strength and how I believe it was an essential 'baptism of fire' so to speak in order to be of service to others in the time I have left.
That is what I do now.
The poem basically speaks of the inner change that took place although I do often get weary seeing the ways of the world.
I consider myself to be ( as my yoga teacher said ) "in the world but not of it"
That sums me up lol
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.

Alison xxx

Gothicman on 26-08-2014
Called to Service
Hi Alison, I had to think carefully when reading this poem as I know there are both personal and more global problems affecting you, with the first and us all, with the second. My first impression was a "Hiroshima, Mon Amour"feel, as if you needed to prepare yourself for coming problems that threaten the world. The caliphate that will spread from from Morocco to Parkistan, with Israel as a doomed enclave, surrounded by the enemy and neutralized by Pakistan's nuclear capacity!! How many fifth columnists living near you will be given the choice of expulsion to the caliphate or be subject to special conduct rules of residence? Anyway get that wolf nature strengthened ready for it all, even the referendum will have strange consequences for all in UK. The ebola threat seems to be under control now (famous last words!). Don't worry, you've got the resources to cope with all that's thrown at you! Sorry, I've had to rush this after being called away. Waffling as usual! Hahaha! Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Trevor,
The devastation coming could be from so many different sources it's almost funny. The earth is starting to increase seismic activity and this is just the start. Ebola, dollar collapse, civil unrest, the caliphate and terrorism, Fukushima. Food shortages, forced innoculaions that are sterilising people and have cancer viruses in them ....poison in food and water via GMO, Aspartame, HFCS, the list is endless and cancer is accordingly through the roof....then
geoengineering with a dark purpose. The list is endless but only an idiot can deny the world is in meltdown.
What is in no doubt to me is that we are in the very last cycle and biblical prophesy is being lived out.
The people in control of everything are insane with a demonic one world agenda and I will never just shut up just because many are in denial.
Many times I wished I was not here, now....but I know that I am here for a reason as we all are.
I have seen the darkness becoming stronger now for 20 years at least. Once people wake up and realise that almost everything we have been taught is lies...that is the start of the scales falling from the eyes.
I have 3 grandkids who mean everything to me, hence I have to stick around even if I don't want to 😉

Alison x


Gothicman on 26-08-2014
Called to Service
Alison,
I think there are two major developments approaching on the horizon in the western world that will affect us all: one is an Armageddon war of ideology, with the deciding battle against militant Islamism fought, not in Israel, which will have ceased to exist, but in Turkey, and the other is the subsequent Youth Revolution, which will follow in its wake, as the young will bear the brunt of resolving this and will then banish the old Illuminists, or Elitists, or whatever the present so called New Order call themselves, to history.
They will also eradicate the formal indoctrination of children, with the exception of the essential common sense, mutual respect values, of socialization.
Religion will revert to being individual, objectively appraised, ideas about spiritual matters, which will be debated and discussed, but by not being indoctrinated early in people's basic identities will not develop into mass followings or cult groups, but rather remain schools of thought with interesting hypotheses and opinions, which will be accepted by all as that which thankfully cannot be empirically proven.
You and me will be watching it all from the balcony of the Old People's Home, or at least observing the glow on the horizon, but not together I hasten to add!
Food for thought, Trevor x



Author's Reply:
LMAO 😃😃😃
That sounds great. Civilisations and everything else come in cycles. Striving, achieving, greed, complacency, pride, excess, debauchery then death and destruction.
Ever has it been that way but all the time we are expanding in consciousness.....we simply cannot go back. That is why although we are experiencing brutality equivalent to the dark ages in some places....the inner being is deciding they do not want this anymore.

Children are now being born with amazing and expanded abilities. To use 'computer speak'...they come with advanced software already installed.
We owe it to them to nurture this, not allow them to become polluted.
The powers that be are scared of us understanding our inherent power so they are mind controlling the masses.

I love being educated in so many ways by my grandaughter. The Jesuits said 'give me a child before 7 and I will have him for life' or something along those lines. Rudolph Steiner said it takes 7 whole years for the developing soul to properly incarnate into the physical reality.
I believe this, so children are between two worlds.


β€œKeep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.”

― Khalil Gibran

So much to say , so many issues to explore. I will give the old folks home a miss though. Once I see things improving ( if it's ever to be my experience)
It will be ta ta from me and thanks for the ride ( to coin a phrase) lol

Alison x 😉

Mikeverdi on 28-08-2014
Call to Service -Amended
Sorry to be late, life sometimes gets in the way. You write of the things that affect you, and I admire your writing. You know I can't always agree; you also know I will always support you. You have great friends on here, count me among them.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Yes, I know you think I am as mad as a box of frogs...but what a dull life if everyone was the same.
I am way behind in my reading your life story...I stupidly changed suppliers from Virgin to BT and had no pc for two days then on Tues spent 12 HOURS!!! on the phone to Indian call centers, robots and listening to God-awful piped music till I was ready to commit murder. I am now going to go back to Virgin. Still stressed to buggery by the whole experience. ggggrrrrrr
I may well post another wolf poem tomorrow for good measure.

(Never one to do things by halves.)

Alison xx

Texasgreg on 17-10-2014
Call to Service -Amended
I've had a little time lately and came across this 'un since I look for you. Knowing me, you're most likely not surprised I focused on this line and appreciated it throughout the piece as hope: A few more peaks to conquer,
a few more valleys to endure.
You endured valleys and conquered peaks where the typical and average person prefers the opposite.

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg 👍
Alison x


Elysian Fields (posted on: 22-08-14)
another time / another place

 photo 081f8d54-8d65-42d7-9c18-5f7876b264b0_zpsdca5bf94.png Dawn held your scent in muted hues and nightfall your caress; we dreamt forbidden, secret dreams but fate could not redress the bitter chalice where we'd sup a thousand deaths from that same cup. But even yet, in reverie we share an other-worldly sun.                                                     There shall I hold you safe, my sweet within my scented petals, deep; and oh, to kiss you just once more before the long mysterious sleep. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Bozzz on 22-08-2014
Elysian Fields
And how marvellous to see is that, Scotland in her rhyming glory - pray for a hidden breach in the wall that Customs shall never find. So gentle from so sharp a mind - beautiful Alison - thank you and welcome back...David

Author's Reply:
David, in these increasingly dark days, where I often struggle, I am most grateful for your encouragement and warmth of friendship.

Alison xx

Gothicman on 23-08-2014
Elysian Fields
You've become very classically spiritual while your painful injury's reminded you of your own mortality, Alison! It has a fine feel to it like a short verse from Browning or Shelley. No doubt inspired by thoughts towards your Mum; hope she's recovering from her fall and is able to move around better.
Good to see you submitting again. Trevor x

Author's Reply:
Hi Trevor, πŸ™‚
As I explained to Ewan (below) the poem had to be re-written. I have a great love for spiritual- timeless poetry but most is very much off the cuff 'in your face' stuff I think πŸ˜‰
Strangely but what we were discussing on one of your latest i.e. the vulnerability and the price we pay for intense love (and to me that means surrendering my wolf skin) is the potential for great pain.
This poem is written about such a thing. It is erotic love (hence 'scented petals, deep')
but it hopefully speaks of lack of bitterness and mutual understanding that we both went into it with open eyes.
Not only that but the love remains, eternally... for my idea of unconditional love is just that.

Sadly my fears for my Mum are valid. She is very poorly and has never recovered from the trauma. She remains hospitalized, denying food on a subconscious level. This was her worse nightmare. She is such a vibrant, witty and intelligent soul but the last few miles can take away even the things we cherish.

Thanks as always for your encouragement, your good wishes etc.
It really does matter in the world.

Alison x

Nomenklatura on 23-08-2014
Elysian Fields
An archaic,lyrical feel in the language, which doubtless will put some right off. However, I thought it had a moving beauty. Well done!

Author's Reply:
Och, I know and I understand if people are put off but at least I did not resort to the 'thee's' and 'thou's' which IMHO very rarely work.
I like to write in different styles and to be honest, looking back some of my favs were rhyming but they either come rhyming or they don't.
This was an early one when I felt it did not matter where or when a rhyme came in. Anyway, on appraising it again, I liked the last two lines (which rhymed) and so had to rewrite the whole damn thing again but as Mitch (PD Mitchell says) a poem is 'never finished' πŸ˜‰
I have come to agree with that and so do enjoy going back reworking older ones but always of course hoping for The Muse to come with some new stuff too.

Thanks as ever for reading and commenting.

Alison x


stormwolf on 23-08-2014
Elysian Fields
Thanks to the 'nibbers'. The thrill of feeling a poem was well received never leaves.

Author's Reply:

amman on 25-08-2014
Elysian Fields
Beautifully crafted language and images in this bitter/sweet poem. Unconditional love eloquently expressed. Really hope your Mum is comfortable and showing improvement. Into faves, Alison.

Regards.

Tony.

Author's Reply:
Honoured and deeply touched Tony. To be taken into favs is always a real delight.
Thanks for asking about Mum.

Alison x


Letting Go (posted on: 04-08-14)
On coming to terms with the inevitable.

 photo 4f4a88cf-565d-4b7c-82dc-e7ae3c495ee7_zpsc982bae1.jpg Let the knife be sure and keen. Straight to the heart, on the day you choose to leave. Excision and instant death to all the 'might-have-beens' The 'what ifs' 'if onlys' which could play upon surface memories. That cloying sentimentality or regret, that would serve neither. Only blinding us to the truth of this mutual, deep love. We have talked and shared said our goodbyes yes, many times over. The bond is now riveted, fast. As an anchor's hold, in deep water. Let your leaving be with a smile. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Pilgermann on 23-08-2014
Letting Go
Alison,

This is an assured piece; the cut, the welling, the swell and desire for mutual respect well described.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment. Much appreciated.

Alison x


Strange Skies (posted on: 21-07-14)
Re-worded slightly after posting and reciting. A poem is never really finished....

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Mournful seagulls, cry against a backdrop of heavens pregnant with rain, reflecting my inner world. For what desolate moment have I been created? I seek answers and only elicit more questions God is mute. Perhaps I have not dug deep enough. Torn off enough skin … Maybe I need to bleed a little more?     I saw you once, in clouds, as I walked this deserted beach. Your face, there in the sky, in a moment, gone with the evening breeze. And my heart sang a lament as my face smiled. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Pilgermann on 22-09-2014
Strange Skies
Alison,

Listened to the audio and felt the depth of the last 2 lines approaching.

Good poem.

Author's Reply:
Hi B
Humble apologies for taking so long to reply. My mind can be all over the place at the moment.
I am really happy you got this one. One of my more surreal ones I reckon.
Alison x


Seasons (posted on: 27-06-14)
The pain of watching loved ones suffer.

 photo accf2bd9-8bb5-456c-828b-84953d064e99_zpsde61b576.jpg I want to shield you with my arms, shelter you from fate. Rage against time and invert the hour-glass to take us back to the old days of my trying youth. Measuring me for dresses, then those late nights waiting up after dances. till you heard my key in the lock. Those poetry evenings by the fire... Or me trying to keep up with your fast gait . I refuse to surrender you to amnesia confusion and unsteady walk. Fading sight and vulnerability, dark uncertainty, lonely, bleak nights and fear. I never could understand your tears, when I fell and needed stitches as a young girl. It was my knee, not yours. But now I know. God! how I know. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for Seasons
Skytrucker on 27-06-2014
Seasons
I am beginning to see the sense of poetry. Good work Alison.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Allen, much appreciated.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 27-06-2014
Seasons
You never disappoint your fan club Alison, and it looks like you have gained another πŸ™‚ Wonderfully composed writing, brought my mother-in-law back for me.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike
Alison xx

and thanks so much for taking it into favs. I am very delighted. x

ValDohren on 27-06-2014
Seasons
Lovely Alison, very touching. Life's a painful business isn't it.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
It sure can be but if we could 'stop the clock' when would we do it?
I am learning to live very much in 'the now'. It's not easy but there is a certain peace to it.
Alison xx

Kipper on 28-06-2014
Seasons
Follow that.. It's hard to know if my two penneth ( penny worth if you ain't from Yorkshire) is worth a mention for most of that was beyond where I am on the poetry ladder. First off I must say that the poem conveyed that sense of gratitude previously not expressed, with a sense of awareness, not previously understood by you as the writer, and by me as a reader. Perhaps there is an age gap factor here, for when I was in my late teens my parents were in their fifties. Maybe you were closer emotionally and in age to yours.
Finally I must say that any doubts I might have had were swept away when I heard the recording. Delightful!
With respect, Michael

Author's Reply:
Micheal,
Your two penneth is always welcome and valued on my page.
My mum was 27 when she had me so not same age gap as you although my dad was 12 years older than her.
I realise I have been very blessed with my mother. From comments from fellow poets on previous poems about her, I can see that not everyone had such happy experiences. She made all our clothes whether knitting jumpers or making our dresses.
I have always seen her as this very capable lady, the pain of seeing her decline is acute.
All I can do now is love her with no restraint....and I do.
Thanks for your lovely comments.
Alison x

Savvi on 29-06-2014
Seasons
Time is greedy it takes it all away and never gives any back, you have penned such a warm place in a cold subject how tough these times are when frailty takes hold, this one is obviously very personal to you and heart felt but by using childhood memories you make it more accessible for us all, the last lines and the understanding that comes with age put a lump in the throat. Best Keith

PS Where do you find these pictures, this one is perfect

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading so well, Keith. I get my pics from various places but Google images is a good place to start.
I have been discussing the use of them with another member as it is without doubt that a poem should be able to stand on its own without any elaboration .
I do agree.
I like to think mine can....however, I also look on the finished poem as a multi-sensory experience haha πŸ˜‰ so I have visual and auditory but I know it's not to everyone's taste.
It may take away from the poem in some ways but just as I can read a nice quote, if it is accompanied by a nice background pic, it emphasizes it for me but it's personal taste.
I have just got into the habit of having my poems accompanied but will maybe try to wean myself away lol
Alison x


Cusp of Darkness (posted on: 23-06-14)
* WARNING* Contains distressing imagery Raging against the proliferance of violence world wide. (slightly amended πŸ˜‰ )

 photo 676d36efe-0efa-4a78-8043-284437cc7655_zps82e0adc5.png Beaten, scalded, cruelties abound. Savagely decapitated, hands tightly bound; Mouths stuffed with earth homes torn down. Eyes gouged and bleeding stoned in the ground. Buried alive or tortured Children are raped brutalised, degraded bodies left tree-draped... Humanity is dying day by savage day. Indifference to suffering greed and decay. Something dark's uncoiling, results are on display... Ah, but evil's "Just a notion" Some people say. © Alison Stormwolf
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Kat on 23-06-2014
Cusp of Darkness
Strong words and images indeed, but sadly of course, also 'real' as your poem shows in its reportage style. Evil is rife - it is true.

Have you sent this to William Hague & Angelina Jolie? It certainly underpins their present work.

Great writing.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Kat πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Bozzz on 23-06-2014
Cusp of Darkness
Strange to see the small box above this Comment box containing the words saying "Report abuse"! The horror lies also in the silence of the media - reality is drowned by irrelevance and where not that, by crisis fatigue. Oh Aliaon,you are the lovely one, the brave one - all we can do is keep throwing the dirt back at people's minds. Truth is that poverty, ignorance and fear breed such folly.

Author's Reply:
There is a dark side to human nature that lurks in all of us I think. Being empathic stops us acting out in the smaller things. When the darkness is unleashed wholescale...we see things like the genocide of the Jews, Pol pot, Stalin and now....the savagery that lays waste to a civilized world.

Alison x

Elfstone on 24-06-2014
Cusp of Darkness
A very powerful comment Storm, but I feel that it loses it's way in the middle section - from "Buried alive .." through to "draped" the rhyming couplets break down. Well worth revising as nothing should detract from the message. Elf.

Author's Reply:
Hi Elf
Yes, I realised that and thought it could take the change of rhythm but following your comment I will have another look.
Alison x

Have amended it, hope that's better πŸ˜‰

Mikeverdi on 24-06-2014
Cusp of Darkness
Alison, you and Bozz are the conscience of this site; you expose the things we should all write/shout about. Great stuff.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Well, It's not to everybody's taste but I do not believe in looking the other way. We are all connected and what is happening to those poor people can just as easily happen here.
I mean, just look... a necrophiliac paedophile who courted royalty and the great and the good of the land, knighted and protected till he was safely six feet under!
Yes, we all share blame for the wrongs in this world but we all have a responsibility to face up to that.
Thanks for reading Mike.
Alison x

Supratik on 10-01-2016
Cusp of Darkness
Very, very sharp. Keep writing on this. Yours, Supratik

Author's Reply:
Hi Supratik,
Thank you for your encouragement. In actual fact I have not written a poem for weeks, been so pre-occupied with other things. I sat down and asked for a poem and the result will be posted tomorrow. No doubt it will either be liked or hated haha. Thanks for getting me back in the saddle and greetings to you in India from me in Scotland.
Happy New Year too....as we gird our loins.
Alison x


Minding Nizhoni (posted on: 16-06-14)
A blast from the past reworked. A poem about babysitting my granddaughter.

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(Picture is not my granddaughter but could be her identical twin. )
Unprepared was I for this raging love. Should have come with a health warning. At times my heart feels it cannot contain my pride, (or the fear) as small legs launch forth at the top of the slide. I recognise myself of course; That badness that has to come out, to jump on the cat, spurn the infant swings; That devilry that refuses to acknowledge danger in any way. Then I watch her sleeping; That is the time most fraught for this mortal, with finite ability to accommodate such adoration and devotion- without dissolving into bliss. © Alison Stormwolf
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MrMarmite on 16-06-2014
Minding Nizhoni
A beautiful poem Alison on your love for this child.
I remember your poem on your granddaughter before and your love for her is growing day by day by the sound of it.
Love the picture to accompany your poem,wish I could sleep as angelic as that these days ! Well done.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Yes, being a grandma rocks! SO much more fun than being a parent. I wonder if the earlier poem you are referring to was about Hollie, my other granddaughter. She is growing too, soon be 18 months.

This pic is identical to Nizhoni, and captures exactly what she looks like sleeping. To quote from an earlier poem of mine about her

"I never could understand
those who cannot see God
In a flowering cherry
or a baby, sleeping"


Alison x

Mikeverdi on 16-06-2014
Minding Nizhoni
So happy for you XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike.
xx

Savvi on 16-06-2014
Minding Nizhoni
You have nailed this one Alison, I was engrossed by each image and stanza, you have a way of writing that makes me hold my breath so I don't miss the words. I have one crit though and please I beg you, change the opening line to just "Unprepared" and leave the "was I" to Yoda. Into Fav.....once you change that line. πŸ˜‰ best Keith.

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
Thanks for liking this one enough to take into favs. I must be honest, I don't know what you don't like about the first line. I write as I speak so I would quite easily speak like that.
Who is Yoda when he's at home anyway?
Seeing as you begged πŸ˜‰ I have taken it out but not too sure if it's not slightly out of balance now in first few lines but I will sit on it.

If I change my mind you can always delete from favs πŸ˜‰

Alisonx


Savvi on 17-06-2014
Minding Nizhoni
Actually I should apologise because in your accent there is no issue when I listen to you read the words they are fine. When I read them I immediately stummble across anastrophe (inversion). Put it all back it sounded great as was. Yoda is a Starwars character that always spoke with an inversion. There is a new poetic term called yoda-speak hence my glib comment..sorry am I πŸ™‚ best Keith

Author's Reply:
hahaha well having done some research, I guess I would rather sound like Yoda than look like him! πŸ˜‰
I have reverted and dug the recording out of the recycle bin.
Thanks as always for reading and commenting.

Alison x

Bozzz on 17-06-2014
Minding Nizhoni
Yes, love should indeed come with a health warning for it can bring overwhelming joy and pain with equal ease - great and lovely words galore - that is you Alison. Made me wish we'd had a daughter....XXX...David

Author's Reply:
aw thanks David. It's easy to write nice words when I think of Nizhoni and what my grandkids mean to me. I used to wonder what all the fuss was about when others raved about them but now I know πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

A grandmother is a mother who has a second chance. ~Author Unknown

If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I’d have had them first. ~Lois Wyse

Kat on 24-06-2014
Minding Nizhoni
Just beautiful.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Kat 😀
Alison x


Visions of Potentials - A Choice. (posted on: 09-06-14)
A dream I had a few years ago and how it stayed with me 😜 NB re-worked since posting. πŸ˜‰

 photo V031MeditatorYantraAngel-5x7_zps1790c383.jpg He warned me of bleak times. Darker than the fix of hate; Holding no fugitive light. Warily, I steeled myself... Dreadful and marching on, I saw it then- Blacker than the depths of the despicable, deader than dry bones; More terrifying than a stopped, world-water-well. Crueller than infanticide. Then, turning, he swept his wings to disclose a vista too glorious to imagine. Animated trees, huge blossoms, shadow-less, holding inner luminescence. Animals, given voice, forgave us; Vibrant heavens shimmered, infused with colour, form, and sentience. Sacred geometry. I knew I was not alone! There was a music... A cosmic cord... it all made sense! In bleak days of despondency. Through comfortless nights of isolation and fear, or waking dawns with cliff faces too high to soar... There is this power to all. and I know it and I feel it and I walk it out. © Alison Stormwolf 2007
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Archived comments for Visions of Potentials - A Choice.
Mikeverdi on 09-06-2014
Visions of Potentials - A Choice.
Audio Please! This is SO you, "I knew I was not alone, there was a music...A cosmic cord; It all made sense" I love the fact that you are you, no compromise...you know who you are! HaHa! The fact that others don't get you is there fault not yours. Great dream XxX
Mike

Author's Reply:
Bless you for that Mike! The recitation is coming. I really hesitated to post this but then I just realised that this is indeed who I am. I am sick of trying to deny my experiences or alter my truth to fit in with anybody, family, friends or indeed those who have on a rare occasion taken umbrage at my work, as though it is not real just because it is not real to them.
I think after becoming another year older and seeing just how quickly my life has passed, I am no longer prepared to bother what people think.
I would not swap my beliefs, which are the result of personal experiences, although being a highly sensitive person, it does not always lead to any easy life. haha.

The last stanza is saying this is me, take it or leave it. (The dream was indeed life changing)

Alison xx

Bozzz on 09-06-2014
Visions of Potentials - A Choice.
Dear Alison, your soul works hard for a living in both sleeping and waking fields. I envy you the luxury of its presence and the adventures and beautiful thoughts that it brings. This train brings depths and heights and is no exception. Scary yet loving..... that's you in my book......David

Author's Reply:
How lovely to say David. I hope I am not too scary! lol
Yes, being also a lucid dreamer on occasion, nights can be an adventure and exhausting too at times.. This poem was written about a bleak time when it took all I had to see the way forward. Maybe the dream was given to uplift me?

"Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity."

Khalil Gibran

Alison xx


stormwolf on 10-06-2014
Visions of Potentials - A Choice.
Since posting, I have re-worked this poem. I felt that it did not quite 'work' and for some reason I often do not see that until I have actually posted it and seen it 'up' so to speak.

I do try to trim my natural enthusiasm for words and make the poem concise, however, sometimes cutting words out can have a detrimental effect to the reader fully grasping what we are trying to say.
I hope this is better but as ever, I welcome feedback.

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ValDohren on 12-06-2014
Visions of Potentials - A Choice.
A lovely poem with a beautiful pic. Not keen on the word 'deader' and did you mean scentience or sentience. Up to your usual standard Alison.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Hi Val
I chose 'deader' deliberately..... it just seemed to fit poetically and it is also a word πŸ˜‰ Sometimes we use poetic license to get the feeling across and here I wanted to express something that was 'deader than dead' if you get my drift.
Yes, I meant sentience, thank you. 😜
Alison x


Outside Hector's (posted on: 06-06-14)
We're all somebody's child.

 photo homeless-390x285_zpsefe85dee.jpg Surely someone celebrated the day he arrived wet, red and howling into this place. Surely, he lay in a tired woman's arms for even a short while? Did his mother offer her breast, briefly? Please tell me he knew the milk of human kindness, just once. Just once? Maybe his father got a round of drinks in at the pub. Surely something good occurred that day he came to face the shadows, before becoming human flotsam on the shores of our contempt. He sat wet and drowsy, desolate, without a dog… But when I approached and momentarily our eyes locked I saw a fleeting glimpse of a young man, handsome, somebody's child... and a confused smile brushed across his face, before his head fell to his chest and despair overtook us. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Bozzz on 07-06-2014
Outside Hectors
Most look the other way. You looked and met the hopeless stare of the abandoned child - and felt helpless too. What can we do? As individuals not much. Feel guilty? Vote for?
A very touching poem, message to all - answer from none. Alison Bravo....David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
This incident was a 'one off' if you like. I see beggars everywhere.....especially now Romanian beggars. If I was to get as upset as i did here every time, I could not function and the influx of the latter irritates more than upsets if I am honest.

However, on this occasion, it was exactly as stated. Our eyes met as I went to give him some money and something happened in that instant. He was drugged up but the smile he gave me went straight to my heart...it’s actually difficult to explain. In that second I saw his total despair, alienation, pain and neglect. I saw his pathetic attempt to be momentarily able to smile. I confess, I cried all the way home. In fact I am almost crying now and when I reread the poem. The experience was that powerful and long lasting.
I am a mother to two grown sons (and a daughter)In that second he could have been my son and I felt intense love for him.

I cannot begin to imagine what it must be like to feel you do not matter to anybody and have maybe never ever known love in your life.

Alison xx

Kipper on 07-06-2014
Outside Hectors
Hi Allison,
Difficult to know what to say about this. We see them on the streets, with or without dogs, and inevitably the clichΓ©d thoughts invade. It is of course impossible to know in these unanimous encounters how close to the truth your synopsis might be, or indeed the 'opposite' arguments.
Just the same I wonder how many passers-by see them as you do - someone's son. Few I suspect, and one can't help thinking about the parable of the stranger who didn't pass by on the other side of the road.
Michael

Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal, I have tried to explain it fully in the comment to David. The increasing number of beggars bothers me terribly as it speaks of an uncaring society.
No doubt they all have their own story but abuse, mental illness and drugs are very high on the list of what predisposes them to the life....but now, with increasing poverty we have another real reason why people end up hopeless and homeless.
God help us if we harden our hearts to those poor souls.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 08-06-2014
Outside Hectors
It is difficult, you do want to help and you caught that well in this one Alison (the killer last line). I lost a step-daughter to drink and drugs, she stole from us all and ended up in prostitution. When they are on the way down you cant help; Its only when they hit the bottom... and know it. Three tours in rehab and ten years of my life; we got there in the end.Great writing as always.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Oh I know Mike. Some are manipulative, dishonest etc. I was writing here about a very personal experience. I have learned to pass most beggars by on the road and I often wonder is that to my credit. It is a fine line we tread. Glad you eventually had a happy ending. So many don't:-(

Now we also have 'professional' beggars operating on our streets but I better say no more πŸ˜‰

Alison xx


Anatomy of a Lie. (posted on: 02-06-14)
*

 photo sealegssnapshots_zpsae8a07c6.jpg> I will let him slip back, into the life before we met, shared our dreams with jewelled skies and dared to feel in new-sprung ways. I saw the rebel soul in him and claimed it as my own. Weathered his pain and awakenings to struggle. Delighted in his treasures. But he was never mine. I surrender him to fate, love and all life's bounties... I hold him to me, always. Trace the outline of his image smiling fondly and give thanks in the darkness that, at least I never loved him. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Anatomy of a Lie.
hoopsinoz on 02-06-2014
Anatomy of a Lie.
As ever, a Stormwolf enigma. Love it. Nothing changes πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
;-))) Thanks Hoops, great to have you back!

Alison x


Mikeverdi on 02-06-2014
Anatomy of a Lie.
Just beautiful Alison, 'I saw the rebel sole in him and claimed it as my own' Great stuff.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike.
At least I got a few poems out of them πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Bozzz on 02-06-2014
Anatomy of a Lie.
The ones that got away - which of you is the fortunate being? Genius meets genius - forecast is heavy weather. Detect the winner. Love it.....David

Author's Reply:
You are very kind David

Alison 💚

Savvi on 02-06-2014
Anatomy of a Lie.
The title is interesting in that it references a lie and yet the poem feels more like the bird you had to let fly and the caught fish you let go more appropriately, I like the words you open with, they demonstrate control and you hold this throughout then you show us a soft underbelly stroking the picture, then slam the door in our face. very nice turned it upside down.

A couple of bits and they are just that, S1 'in the sky' feels redundant as we are told its a star. Also photo sounds a little blunt / out of place. JMHO Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
Thanks for reading. I take on board what you say about that line. I chose to include sky as I wanted to give the feeling of expansiveness. ( hence accompanying pic)
I will work on it. As for photo? Yes picture or image maybe. I totally agree.
I wondered whether to put anything in the 'about poem' section as the poem should explain itself but I wondered if it would.
Basically it speaks of the inner denial we can sometimes feel or manufacture in painful situations. The attempt of the mind again to try to compensate by inferring it could have been worse etc.
I could have started the poem with the statement I never loved him, then gone on to contradict it ( as I have done) by the content.
Something along the lines of two children fighting over a toy then one of them says they did not want it anyway, which is patently not true.
So, in this poem I am speaking about a loss that is suffered and the mind's attempts to offer comfort to itself by constructing a less than truthful reality.
So yes, the last line is crucial to the true understanding of the poem with a little bit of poetic licence
thrown
in for good measure as I was never in denial 😉
Alison x

Ps. I have amended those lines now. Much prefer them. You really do offer very valuable crit so thank you x
Now the whole crux of the poem is contained in the title and last two lines.

Zoya on 04-06-2014
Anatomy of a Lie.
Sometimes we are more in love with the idea of love, or the idea of the person we love.
Sometimes we love what we want to see in the person, but it is not there...
Sometimes we see promise in the person because we love him, but the promise does not exist...
That is why love is called blind!
Isn't it?
I have never been able to figure out, why we love the people we love?
and when it is over, we are left wondering, what was it that made us love this person so much...?
Beautifully expressed Alison!
Zoya

Author's Reply:
Eternal, unanswerable questions dearest Zoya πŸ˜‰
It's a mystery alright.

Alison x

sweetwater on 04-06-2014
Anatomy of a Lie.
I found this very sad and wistful, especially the 'at least I never loved him', a blantant lie. Beautiful. Sue.xx.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue

Alison x


Millbank to Stockbridge (posted on: 26-05-14)
An assessment of my road so far...

 photo e0512e51-b352-4d37-a5dd-d1f37a2a6521_zpsfcea7e65.jpg I still carry a trace of every animal who shared my path, every man who helped my understanding... every night of hell in my giving spirit. I never quite found the missing piece. The relic of saints, the Holy Grail. I only saw the beauty in raw soul and the hidden gifts in suffering. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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pdemitchell on 26-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
It's what makes us sing the blues... howlz

Author's Reply:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfY5566r0QA&list=RDdfY5566r0QA


;-( Cannot work out how to post the vid.
here's a song for us
Howlz xx

Rosco on 26-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
The use of 'animal' in the second line makes this poem for me. Its wide-minded inclusiveness seems to allow for the abstractions that follow.

Author's Reply:
Hi Ross
If it worked for you I am delighted.

Alison x

ifyouplease on 26-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
deep experiences i like it Alisonxxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks Nic
Explanation below 😝
Alison xxx

Mikeverdi on 27-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
Deep,dark and weird... I get it, but I don't think it's enough; for me it needed another verse. This doesn't mean I didn't like it; I did.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
This poem was the last in a little booklet of my poems I once made about my life or rather my spiritual walk which has been the motivating feature in my entire life if I am honest. So the poem is a summing up of my thoughts as to my experiences. It's not meant to be all telling, in fact I am trying to prune my work as I have a tendency to be too 'wordy' 😜

I am giving credit for as I say, the animals I was privileged to own as every one taught me something, not least unconditional love. I have considered it a real blessing to have been able to share with animals in the way that I have.
I give thanks for the men I have known in all relationships, whether my husband, lovers, father, my sons etc as they all taught me something about who I am and left a lasting effect.
The night oh hell in my giving spirit speaks of very dark times endured that maybe I felt I did not 'deserve' but again I believe
that nothing happens by chance......though it has again left a lasting impression.

I am saying that I have not yet found all the answers to my spiritual quest but I have learned to love the 'raw' soul in myself and others ( the true being not the front we can wear) and have learned through life experience that our challenges and many times our suffering, chips away at the dross and reveals our inner light.
As I say many times "God's greatest gifts often come in the heaviest disguise"
In my belief system we are here to evolve our souls and we do not learn through the easy times. It is the hard times that develop the inner steel but more importantly from my point of thought, we develop empathy and understanding for others.

I hope this explains things. I would not want to spell it all out in further verses as sometimes it's best to be distilled I feel.

I had not realised till feedback this poem can come over as deep. 😝

Many thanks as always
Alison x

Ps in fact, if it was the last poem I ever wrote on this earth, it would round things off nicely. 😜

Savvi on 27-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
Great title and audio, sorry I'm a bit late getting here, it all works for me and I instantly got the animal thing but that could be because of previous poems that made me cry. I like the way the poem makes the reader draw a comparison between relic of saint/holy grail and beauty in a raw soul/hidden gifts in suffering. A very nice piece. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Wow Keith, I am so glad that came across. I felt I missed that bit out in the explanation but delighted you got it. Yes, the comparison that real sacred treasures are here with us now and are more than the things so many chase not realizing.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 28-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
I understood it Alison, I just wanted another verse. Not by way of explanation, just because I wanted another verse; I like to hear and read your work πŸ™‚
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Well that's all you're gettin' 😎
I thought when you said it was weird you did not in fact quite get it lol

Anyway, as I said this was written as an epilogue so I really feel it said all I wanted to say and it will speak for me until life changes ( if it ever does) 😈
I am happy you enjoy my poems. I am going through early ones and trying to be brave and brutal in chopping them up and examining them for flaws. That's the beauty of it. We can actually have several different versions of any one poem and choose the one we prefer. 💜

Alison xx


Kipper on 28-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
Hello Alison
I once wrote a poem which started "Wish I could see what others see." which, to some extent at least applies now. I do 'get' that we are influenced by people we meet along the way and that the closer they are the more they leave behind them. (Including if it applies, animals) But I find that references like 'relics of saints' and the holy grail confusing for they seem to have little to do with my life.
Of course I realize that you are speaking about your life not mine, but I was looking for a connection. I'm sure it is there but I could not find it.
Similarly Kieth refers to the great title, but I'm afraid the significance eluded me.
As I said earlier, "I do wish I could see what others see, and hear what others hear".
That would be lovely! Help!!
Always the best, Michael.

PS The picture is great; I hope that is your work too.




Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal
This poem as I have tried to explain is a very personal poem, written about my life so I cannot make any apologies for that. 😈
The only 'connection' I suppose I would expect is for anyone to see what I am saying and understand the meaning of the words I have chosen.
I have chosen the title to be personal to me too ( and ultimately my family) as Milbank relates to my primary school and Stockbridge to where I stay now. In this way I am encompassing the last 55 years or so of my journey through this life.
I can understand that it may be annoying or frustrating to use places like this that others may not understand the significance....but I was encouraged years ago by a very talented and successful published poet to personalise my work in this way if the poem warranted it (which in this case it does)

I do value and appreciate your honesty though. I think the thing is to realise that there will be many poems we cannot relate to personally but that should in no way interfere with the appreciation of them but that is only my personal opinion.
I do encourage people to speak out and say if any of my poems are not readly understood as it gives me the opportunity to explain them in detail....or maybe see that they are too vague or even self indulgent.

This poem is very dear to me for the reasons I have said and one that I hope my family will read one day to understand I did find treasure in what to them ( and me at the time ) seemed bleak and joyless.

Never hesitate to ask me questions if you get confused, I am more than willing to explain. 👍
Alison x 😺

Ps the pic is not mine but I do try to chose carefully some image that speaks for the feeling or meaning in the poem.
This is obviously a road that has come through dark lands. In the horizon is light...perhaps a new dawn...perhaps in this world, perhaps in the one to come.

In this way I hope to leave a feeling of optimism and comfort that my road was always headed in the right direction.

Kipper on 28-05-2014
Millbank to Stockbridge
Hi again Alison,
Between us it seems that the two 'Mikes' are giving you a hard time. But we're not ganging up on you - promise.
This is just to say that I appreciate your attempt to open up my mind to the deeper poetry that you and others (inc. Mike) produce. Quite a challenge I fear!
Thanks again, Michael




Author's Reply:
Oh I think I can handle the pair of you πŸ˜‰ Anyway, I am just happy that you read my work and feel I am approachable enough to query things. I know exactly what it's like to feel I do not 'get' a poem...especially if some others have raved about it.
It makes me hesitant to say I don't understand it in case I look thick lol but I do think people should give honest feedback. After all, some don't really care if their work is understood but I would prefer if mine was although of course, I am delighted if some read something different into it too.
Poetry is like art. It can be interpreted differently and maybe not lose anything either x


Dream Rendezvous (slightly amended) (posted on: 23-05-14)
A rave from the grave totally re-worked. πŸ™‚ The bitter-sweet yearning of being parted from a lover in a different time zone.

 photo 4b36948a-560b-4713-bf97-d59fd4f3ff54_zps2a6a31fc.jpg He descends to sleep, while I rise from those hazy depths, where dreams are made and realised. Perhaps I should remain and seek him out. The fire in my heart lighting the way for my phantom feet to tread safely. Then shall I linger in the soft glow of my soul's reflection, where I feel him all around me trading     misty          kisses. © Alison Stormwolf
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stormwolf on 23-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
Hello all. I originally had the last line 'for more of him' but changed it as I had used the word 'him' a couple of times before but then sometimes it is inevitable that words are repeated.
Using the dawn instead, I am suggesting the time of parting.
Anyway, I welcome feedback πŸ˜‰

Author's Reply:

Mikeverdi on 23-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
Beautiful, though I have come to expect nothing less from you. Its not crit that I offer, just the difference between writers; 'Or should I linger'. Looking again I think your way is softer, reflecting the poems softer touch.:)
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
I have amended that line after both you and Keith mentioned it. I think it reads so much better now. 😄
I really altered this poem from the original which was full of flaws but the more I changed it the more it did not seem quite right. I am reasonably happy with it now.
Thanks for your lovely comments.
Alison xx

sweetwater on 23-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
Thats lovely, it really conveys that soft, deliciously soporific feeling of waking, but still carrying a dream with you. I love the way the writing trails away at the end too. Sue x.

Author's Reply:
I am very pleased from the feedback that the mellow other-worldliness hinted at has come over 😃
Glad you like the trailing off bit too.😜
Alison x

Savvi on 23-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
You pull of the time displacement really well and as Sue says the dream like quality is ever present and adds another dimension to the altered state where you are together making the close both poignant and delightful, I'm not sure about Maybe in S3 as I wanted to read you had succumbed to the pleasures of dream state , I know you chose your words carefully so I could be missing something but since you told us in S2 that you were not sure if you should go there I wanted to feel you did. Hope I'm making sense, either way you have some splendid lines that really drew me in and I particularly enjoyed the ethereal quality of misty kisses and the close. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
You not only make perfect sense but have read the poem deeply and sensitively 😃
The line you picked up on never sat too well and between you and Mike I saw that it required altering. I am so much happier with it now.
Thanks for taking the time, much appreciated. 😺
Alison x

pdemitchell on 25-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
I was always a soft touch for that foggy smooch and why stop at sunrise - just draw the Shades. Mitch

Author's Reply:
Ah, yes....

Alison x

Bozzz on 26-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
I too wake reluctantly from a dream that I am enjoying, seek to prolong it but mostly fail. You with your comfy soul will do better than me with my irritable need to solve the problems of the coming day. Heigh Ho - who would be an engineer.
Restful with you. David

Author's Reply:
Nothing worse than waking from a delighful dream never to return ;-(
Of course there IS such a thing as 'dream incubation' that I learned studying Dream Analyses. It takes a bit of practice but it can be done *wink *wink

Alison x

Rosco on 26-05-2014
Dream Rendezvous
I would end it:

where I feel him all around me
trading kisses.

Author's Reply:
Hi Ross
I did wonder if I should have ended it there so many thanks

Alison x
Recitation out of sync as away from home. 😜


Twilight in Green (amended ) (posted on: 09-05-14)
Twilight and dawn, my favourite times. Loaded with unseen potentials and unexpressed meaning. (slightly amended after posting.) Thanks to Ross (Rosco) for his guidance.

 photo 56e66c95-8eca-4fc7-b6e0-2a10608489cc_zps93751787.jpg Taken tonight just before I wrote the poem. Heaven, is my home here in the city. Twilight loud with myriad bird-song... River whispering of long journeys. Sylvan symphony, shivering branches. I sit, drenched in rain and green, at one with my greatest love. Connected. A fleeting moment in Creation's Song but tattooed now on my soul in verdant luminosity. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Twilight in Green (amended )
sweetwater on 09-05-2014
Twilight in Green
This is lovely, paints such a wonderful picture. I love your 'sylvan symphony, shivering branches.' Sue.x.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Sue. I get the feeling we are kindred nature lovers πŸ˜‰

Alison x

ValDohren on 10-05-2014
Twilight in Green
Beautiful Alison - Heaven can be found in the city by those with the eyes and the imagination to see. Great pic too.
Val x



Author's Reply:
Thanks Val. I am very lucky to live where I do, down a cobbed, dead end street in a conservation area, with a river just where you see the large trees.
It really is perfect for me with the best of both worlds. Only a short walk away, I can see Edinburgh castle in the distance.
I now have 130 reads and only two comments. Beats my previous record of 120 reads and one comment lol

Alison x`

Bozzz on 11-05-2014
Twilight in Green
How many moments of contentment make happiness? All the best sums are unanswerable questions. We live in a small country village., but I envy your bird wildlife - rooks included !. Actually I owe you an apology - just discovered that rooks are often called Scottish crows - game set and match to you - another grovelling Southerner bites the dust. Love XXX David

Author's Reply:
hahaha
Well, I only know what I was brought up to call them. I love them whatever they are!

Alison xx

Rosco on 26-05-2014
Twilight in Green
I love this poem. I would cut the last two lines.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ross. Small amendments big improvement.

Alison x


In the Genes (posted on: 09-05-14)
For my grandchildren

 photo 24Cline-Wolves_zpse0e62bb8.jpg Encased within your tiny frames is all the truth I need. For life can rip away our comfort blanket or sudden swells deny our safe harbour. But in your crucifying innocence I am renewed. Affirmed. Small trusting eyes... hands as soft as sea anemones, sensitivity, like electricity, recognised and shared. I swear I would forfeit life itself to protect you. This unbreakable bond, this kindred spirit is almost painful in intensity. and like red hair... skips a generation. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Nomenklatura on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
Ahh... red hair, that explains everything.

I enjoyed this one. Has anyone from the intervening generation read this? It contains a truth that may well hurt, I think - unless I've read it wrongly.

regards
Ewan.

Author's Reply:
πŸ™‚ Hi Ewan
Thanks for reading so well. (My kids never read me of have any interest in my poetry.)

Much as I love them all, there is something very special about the bond I have with my grandchildren, especially the one old enough to converse with me.
I believe the children coming into the world now are different in some way from earlier ones if you like.
Seems that the darker the world gets, the more light the new arrivals carry, as though they have come in with all the necessary 'soft-ware' installed to use computer speak.
There is an uncanny understanding and a real feeling of passing things on, not apparent with my children. The children hold great wisdom in my world view, unpolluted from the programming they may well experience from the system as they grow.
It has been an unexpected joy.
Alison x

sweetwater on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
Hi Alison, I identified very strongly with the last four lines of the first verse, perhaps we are too close to our children and are far more easily hurt by them. My children too have no interest in my writing, which hurts me, as I would love to be able to share it with them. This is such a beautiful poem, your love for your grandchildren can be heard in every line. Sue x.

Author's Reply:
Hi Sue,
Yes, our children can be horrendously judgemental but I put it down in some cases to immaturity. They may not be able to see us as a 'real person' (apart from a parent) and this can be rectified in time. But time is of the essence and I was slightly out of sync with my mum most of my life as I was a bit of a black sheep πŸ˜‰
The last few years have seen us growing very close and I am thankful for that, as I am now losing her day by day to early Alzheimer's and that is very painful.
I like to think one day my kids will read my work to see what really made me tick...but I won't hold my breath lol
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
Your words..'almost painful in intensity ' They say it all Alison XxX

Author's Reply:
Yes, it's a sort of paradox. love can be so great it hurts.
Alison x

Zoya on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
There is a saying in Punjabi, one of the Northern Indian languages: " Interest is dearer then the Primary..." often used in the connotation of grandparents' love for their grand children. One can see it so well, in this tender and loving poem...
Zoya

Author's Reply:
Lovely, thanks for sharing Zoya.

Alison x

Bozzz on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
Perhaps sometimes grandchildren are nature's apology from their parents ! We all survive the mistakes our parents made.
This poem is is so tender and so articulate - as gorgeous as the children and your heart. Really loved it Alison. A ten would do it neither harm nor justice. XXX David

Author's Reply:
I am deeply moved by your beautiful comment David. Surely one of the nicest, most uplifting ones I have ever received.
Thank you.

Alison xx

Kipper on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
Hello Alison.
You once told me that you hoped that your poetry was easy to understand.
This then comes from the heart. My wife and I were not lucky to have children; therefore no grandchildren. While we long ago came to accept the former I deeply regret the latter and
your poem lays it out so perfectly. It tells me why.
So nice.
Michael


Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal,
I empathize with you on having no grandkids. They really have been my greatest joy. Children are a mixed bag all right. As Amman and others say, we can have too much history with our kids and they can be very quick to blame you indiscriminately (until life enlarges their understanding)
I find huge inspiration in the innocence of children and how they cut through all the bullshit to the truth.
No wonder Jesus said we have to be like little children to enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

Alison x

ValDohren on 09-05-2014
In the Genes
Beautiful Alison - such a shame that children lose that innocence as soon as life starts to punch it out of them. All we can do is love them and hope that will get them through.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Yes, and it depresses the hell out of me to see who the role models are now and how are children are being sexualized way too early and robbed of their inherent gifts by manipulation to conform.

I think that is one of the blessings I have with mine ar present. I find it remarkably easy to revert to seeing the world as infused with childhood wonder and I do everything in my power to make their childhood magical and open their imagination as it's through that, that greatness and creativity enters.

Alison x

 photo photo_zpsfee38cc9.jpg


My garden is all geared to be special for them. This week some strategically placed solar fairies and some lanterns will add to it. They just love coming to 'Grandma's house'
x

amman on 11-05-2014
In the Genes
A heartfelt and very telling poem, Alison. Good layout; the line-breaks are particularly well thought out. We often feel a special bond with our Grandchildren; they are so trusting in the early years. Perhaps we are too close, have too much history with our own offspring as they get older. The final 3 lines succinctly and quite cleverly punctuate that relationship. Into favs.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony,
I welcome your crit as always ;-)I agree totally about the way our kids can be less than understanding or even kind on occasion but as I say, maturity and life experience usually mellows and enlarges youthful judgementalism.
I am very delighted and honoured you have taken this into favs. It's always a real joy to know that a poem has been appreciated to that level. (surpasses ratings every time! πŸ˜‰ )
Alison xx

Kat on 21-05-2014
In the Genes
Dear Alison, I just popped on to UKA for a pint of lager, and I come across this.

What exquisite writing. I love it! I wish so much you were able to join us in Lanzarote - what an addition that would be.

I hope we can meet up in Stockbridge soon. I move house (just along the road) in the next couple of weeks, then we'll be up at Swanston (gateway to the Pentlands) in a holiday cottage until our new but 'n' ben is ready.

Keep in touch,

Kat/Kim x

Author's Reply:
Hi Kim
Delighted you have taken this into favs. It means a lot. Yes, I wonder if I will ever make one of those writing holidays, they sound so much fun.
I have found a great new place to go in Stockbridge. It's the re-opened Raeburn Hotel at the end of the high street. We can sit out in the sun have a glass or three and put the world to rights! πŸ˜‰
Give me a text once all the upheaval id past and happy flitting!
Alison xx

Kat on 23-05-2014
In the Genes
I know it well, The Raeburn - used to go there after work when I was nursing at the Royal Vic, and have been in since the refurbishment, in fact, would like to have attended the tennis tournament coming up in June. Great beer garden and viewing area for the rugby and upcoming tennis tournament. We'll definitely have a good ol' catch up.
I will text you after Lanzarote - likely in early July. :^)

Keep up the great writing... !

Have a lovely weekend!

Kim x

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Rosco on 26-05-2014
In the Genes
Powerful poem. Don't like commonplace 'comfortable' in line 4, 'unbreakable' in line 17 and would cut 'just' in the penultimate line.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for all the wonderful crit Ross 😄
I am on the bus ha ha but will be making the amendments on destination !
Alison x


Hell Can Wait (posted on: 05-05-14)
An older one reworked but still pertinent

 photo 2012_0406buddha_20120022_zps7f4d2675.jpg Escaping brick confines into the garden, she considered bartering her soul. That thing held sacrosanct all those years of struggle. The one possession that bastard 'Life' could not steal. But the still small voice cried "No! It's almost dawn!" So she poured herself another glass of wine. Crying angry, hot tears... while cursing her nature of 'No Surrender' ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Hell Can Wait
Bozzz on 05-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
I have sold mine many times - once to his majesty, once to American capitalism, and at least twice a day to my sweet tooth - the honey fixation. I will never know which of these temptations , if any, I should have resisted. I do sympathise with those who have more courage than myself, but question whether the anguish is worth the suffering. It is a risk assessment decision - will the cost outweigh the benefits? Well crafted, highly thought-provoking piece Alison, with anguish screaming from every line. Tiny point, V1` L8, is 'rob from' best word usage? Usually is 'robbed of'. perhaps 'steal from' or 'take from' ? - just an opinion. My best ...David

Author's Reply:
Hi David πŸ™‚
You have homed right in on the line I was not quite happy with. It was on the original but I too, felt something was not quite right. It could stay as it is but I agree it will be better to subsititute 'steal' in the meantime. I did wonder about using different ways to describe it but was too tired last night so have changed it as suggested.

Many thanks

Alison x

Pronto on 05-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
Hi Alison I loved the poem and your wonderful, melodic voice.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
You made my day! Thanks so much.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 06-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
I can only agree with Pronto, I loved it too.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks to yoooo tooo Mike πŸ˜‰
I never thought at one time I would ever recite my work. (Hated the sound of my voice) but now I do not feel my poem is complete unless I do!

Your positive feedback is very appreciated and welcome
Alison xx

Savvi on 06-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
Aye a large glass of wine just before dawn is a great way to reconcile "that bastard, life" for some reason you took me to a patio table on a balmy summers night/dawn a sad but vivid image well penned, also enjoyed the vocal as always. best Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
You got it completely!It was a balmy summer night at a patio table. I have ordered some lovely solar garden lanterns today. I hope to have many such nights (bar the greeting ;-))in the next few months as I take stock of life in general.
You are very welcome to join me. haha

Alison x

ValDohren on 07-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
Good one Alison - superbly expressed. How many glasses of wine are needed btw ?
Val x

Author's Reply:
ooops...sorry missed this comment. About two or ten I think πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Munster on 08-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
Great words Alison

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Munster. Nice of you to drop in πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Rosco on 26-05-2014
Hell Can Wait
I feel that like a Scottish anthem, 200 years after leaving the old country. I would consider cutting 'from her' in the 8th line.

Author's Reply:
Done. Thanks again

Alison x


Notre Dame (amended and abridged) (posted on: 25-04-14)
A romantic poem for a change Amended thanks to Rosco. So much more concise. 😃

 photo Pari13jun10_zpsd78c205e.jpg Meet me, halfway, on our chosen bridge. The all-seeing Seine spanned by sand-stone rainbow is witness to our tryst. This secret rendezvous between my world and yours… Intimate whispers amid ancient Holiness juxtaposes, tantalizes... Raises the inner temperature, immune to echoing dankness, stale Frankincense and long dead saints. Our heated, melded glances threaten respectability. As though intention has suddenly become visible, over-ridden social norms and left us naked in our desire. Until on leaving, you fill me with your kiss, your urgency your need. Ah, but the steps of Notre Dame are well acquainted with this…. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~  photo cid_193511A0335841D295CCB92B3140AEBBAlisonPC_zpsaeb30e1e.jpg
Archived comments for Notre Dame (amended and abridged)
Bozzz on 25-04-2014
Notre Dame
Your clever words mirror exactly the Catholic odour of sanctity we all feel in their cathedrals. not just the smells but the dark hushed atmospherics. I thought Westminster cathedral would be different, but it wasn't. Gold in churches upsets me - it sends the wrong message. On the steps, necking is OK, but copulation - No. Romance - yes. In my book - excellent, but not best. XXX David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
I thought Notre Dame was absolutely wonderful but very dark and musty. I love old buildings.
Yes, it's a NO to copulation on the steps! ;-0 I would not want to be carted off by the gendarm πŸ˜‰
This is an old one slightly reworked. I wondered how it would go down and want to push boundaries and my comfort zone, so enjoy doing different types so to speak.
Many thanks as ever for reading and rating.
Alison xxx

MrMarmite on 25-04-2014
Notre Dame
Hi Alison. Love the words and style to your poem. Never been to Paris but I imagine you can get the same feelings in any major city in the world. But saying that Blackpool on a wet bank holiday wouldn't sound so romantic ! Smashing poem.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much. I have to say that Paris was everything I ever dreamed it would be and so much more. It really is a magical city and made for lovers too!
Alison x
PS Agree, a wet weekend in Blackpool does not quite cut the mustard but there again, if you are with the right person anywhere is magical πŸ˜‰

ParsonThru on 26-04-2014
Notre Dame
Just finished a conversation about visiting Paris, then read this. Great atmosphere and romantic urgency. Liked it a lot.

Author's Reply:
If you are just passing through...wanna meet on the bridge?

Be afraid, be very afraid 😜

Alison x

ValDohren on 27-04-2014
Notre Dame
Been to Paris just once, too many years ago now to remember much about it as I was just passing through. It has always been synonymous with romance, and you have done a great job here in capturing that.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Many thanks Val. on arriving and driving through suburbs, we wondered what all the fuss was about.....but when we finally arrived in the real centre with all the architecture I was nearly overwhelmed with the grandeur and atmosphere.
A really wonderful, magical city..
Alison x


chant_z on 27-04-2014
Notre Dame
Very elaboraty in total which is very impressive.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in and commenting Chant_z 😀
Alison x

Rosco on 26-05-2014
Notre Dame
Wonderful narrative. I think cutting the third and fourth stanzas i.e. from "See me" to "amuse" would intensify it.

Author's Reply:
Yes, I agree!
Done 😃
thanks so much
Alison x


The Dawn that Waits (posted on: 21-04-14)
'In the midst of life..we are in death' Book of Common Prayer.

Photobucket Drifting into midnight, loosening ties to waking illusions, we enter the greater place. Vaguely familiar but shielded by misty confusion to those who fear. For death comes nightly and resurrection with waking. So why reject the natural progression of day to night, or life to life again? Unpredictable, perhaps challenging, the path ahead... but earth years are little more than sign posts on a hazy, forgotten road. And Karma rules, as sure as my belief that life is a continuum from here to there. Dawn may be of a finer making than the one woven in our dream thinking. I see communion and paradox. Yearning for reunion in light, tempered by unfinished tasks- Torn between two worlds, loved in both. Gossamer luminescence, shimmering in potential. Quiet as owls' wings, infused with inner sun. Shielded from earthly eyes. Beauty and joy Re-defined. Waiting…. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for The Dawn that Waits
Mikeverdi on 21-04-2014
The Dawn that Waits
Stunning

Author's Reply:
Over the moon!

Alison xx

pommer on 21-04-2014
The Dawn that Waits
excellent.Peter

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much Peter.
I am glad you enjoyed it πŸ™‚

Alison x

pdemitchell on 22-04-2014
The Dawn that Waits
Hi Al. I am so chuffed to see your increases in readership numbers! Great gossamer wefts of observation in this - such a delightful contrast to my grumpy bump 'n' grind 'n' growlz! Howlz! Mitch πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Nuthin wrong with a bit o' bump 'n' grind on occasion πŸ˜‰

Thanks for dropping in.

Alison x

ValDohren on 22-04-2014
The Dawn that Waits
Beautiful Alison. Very spiritual.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Val.
It's how I view life entirely.
Alison xx

Bozzz on 22-04-2014
The Dawn that Waits
Alison, I wish I could share your concepts. I am not sure whether it would make life easier or more complex. Puzzles still remain and to the clunking mind of the down to earth scientist, each problem requires yet more work. That said, I see inspiration in the beauty of the words. Another sparkler to ignite the rocket....You know where it is heading...Stay strong...XXX David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Oh I know there are many who will not agree or look on this concept as a flight of fancy but I could no sooner deny the survival of the spirit any more than the hand on the end of my arm. But there again, I have has several experiences over many years that have affirmed my conviction and so it's something I never argue over in any shape or form. πŸ˜‰
I could not begin to imagine my life with a different viewpoint although I can try to see how many people cannot believe in God especialy when I look around at the cruelty and evil that seems to be proliferating. I consider myself to be "just passing through"
Won't it be hilarious when we meet up in the next world! lol (the drinks will be on you )
Alison xxx

Kipper on 24-04-2014
The Dawn that Waits
Hi Alison
Another one to think about, as usual. It is not in my nature to analyse poetry too deeply, and I guess I miss the essence of many poems, but with this one I felt I knew where you were going.

Michael


Author's Reply:
Thanks Micheal.
I like to think my poetry is quite straighforward but I do realize that sometimes it's far easier for me to understand it than others...a thing many of us find πŸ˜‰

Thanks for reading me.

Alison x


The Birthing of a Poem (posted on: 18-04-14)
Written during my time of splendid isolation in the country.

 photo c6fe465d-a8dd-4607-8d17-416d9112f585_zpsab7834aa.jpg Gentle and hypnotic... Rain falls through my barren trees; lulling me to reverie. Mesmerised by sound and memories I sit, watching dripping diamonds. Owning nothing has a certain dark appeal. No longer caring if the roof leaks. Cut free from slavery to materialism. Liberation in the moment. Lost, in an unbreakable stare... I move aside and allow creativity to enter. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for The Birthing of a Poem
Mikeverdi on 18-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
Beautiful, again the sound of your voice 'Gentle and Hypnotic' carries me to that time and place; I love the way you write.
Mike XxX
I have struggled with the concept you advocate that some scores are meaningless, you may be right...but fuck it I love this one.

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
I am very appreciative of your appreciation! lol Yes, I feel that on the whole ratings are a minefield and maybe why many choose not to rate. It's all very subjective as so many people like so many different things and so the ratings are only a very rough guide to how a poem goes down in a particular audience.
We have discussed it in the forum ad nauseum but until or unless there is a mutually agreeable table where people can go for guidance, ratings will remain a grey area.
Most of us like to know a poem has gone down well (or not) and so to see a nice rating is confidence building but it is open to all sorts of issues and so I am still wrestling with whether to continue and hope that people value honest crit more than 'marks' so to speak.

Alison xx

stormwolf on 19-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
Yah! 124 reads and ONE comment. must be a record for me. lol πŸ˜‰
Thanks very much to the nibbers BTW.

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Nemo on 19-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
Comments are in short supply, Alison. Line 3 - I'm ssuming your own the trees, yes? Lucky. Another laconic one. Congrats on the nib.
Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Yes, I considered them 'mine' as they became part of my whole experience and I came to relate to them in a very personal way so I chose the term carefully.
I hope you can see that it's totally common to have many reads and few comments, as people have probably got other things to do on an Easter weekend πŸ˜‰
Alison x

pommer on 19-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
Agree with Mike.Simply beautiful.Peter xxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you very much Peter.

Alison x

Popeye on 20-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
This is an excellent write, brushing aside the clutter lets creativity shine πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks Pops.
I imagine many of us get inspiration this way.
Alison x
Thanks so much for the fab rating BTW. I am delighted this one went down so well. I never know beforehand πŸ˜‰

Bozzz on 20-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
'Lost in an unbreakable stare', know and love the feeling -focused on infinity. I tend to get lost in looking at birds in motion rather than static natural events. Well, alright, raindrops do move, but it's gravity that's doing the work. Still, I am with you, but cannot create among the inanimate as you do - Alison - just brill. XXX...David


Author's Reply:
Another 10 rating! I am very humbled by the generosity shown. As I said to Pops, I never ever assume a poem will be liked. Some go down like a lead balloon lol
Alison x

ValDohren on 20-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
Beautifully expressed Alison. Congrats on the nib.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much val. I am so sorry I seem to have missed this comment so forgive the late reply .
Alison x

Pronto on 21-04-2014
The Birthing of a Poem
I loved this Alison it never ceases to amaze me how creativity happens.I tend to wake up with lines in my head which, if I don't write down immediately, vanish with my wakefulness.
Thanks for sharing.

Author's Reply:
Yes and looks like if I don't reply straight away I forget ;-( I have just looked over my last couple of poems to discover that I did not reply to some people so very sorry for the delay.

Alison x


Years Through Glass (posted on: 14-04-14)
short mood poem

 photo images_zps1fb3c90b.jpg Thoughts, pierce this rain-splashed window, encompass years. From infant wonder watching the moon chasing my father's car to now... My ageing face in reflection. Such a convoluted journey. No-one can see me as I really am... Only this glass pane looking back, mournfully. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Years Through Glass
Pelequin23 on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
so many truths hidden within the reflection...

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading rating and understanding it.
Alison x

Nemo on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Tight and laconic does the trick!
Regards, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Gerald. Less is sometimes more.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
"Such a convoluted journey" Ah Alison, it all in the telling...and then there's the picture that tells it again; wonderful stuff. Another well earned Nib for your collection.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Ta Mike. This one has been on my profile page for a while. I was thinking it was maybe too simple to post. Delighted with the nib!!
Alison x

sweetwater on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Reflecting within a reflection, very nice poem , rather sad too. Sue X.

Author's Reply:
Yes, a little sad perhaps but then introspection often is πŸ˜‰
Thanks for reading and rating.
Alison x

Bozzz on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Looking back mournfully sounds a touch unrequited, but better than in anger. Short from you always speaks volumes to the world. You have made the technical term 'total internal reflection' into reality for me. Thank you....David
P.S. The rubbish poem I told you about seems to have got a scarcely deserved nib and more - if it was you, my thanks. My second poem, which I think is very much better, flounders in the pit. You never can tell !

Author's Reply:
The reflection looks back mournfully in solidarity as it sees me and who I really am, as opposed to all the many faces the world superimposes on us. Growing up I used to often hear my father saying to my mum "She means well Jean"
That still applies as I have, as the saying goes 'my heart in the right place' but I am straight speaker hating bullshit lol,

On nibs
No, it was not me who nibbed you David. The nibbers are anonymous and so nobody can tell who awards them. Also, (according to Andrea once)they are given often for poems that show originality or great improvement so they are not always given for technical excellence. They can be awarded for those who have really tried to listen to crit and produce a work demonstratng that etc.
I wondered for years who they are but it's a closely guarded secret by all accounts πŸ˜‰
Some of my fav ones were never nibbed in spite of high ratings whereas, some (as today) are, when I think they are very simple.
It's all part of the delightful mystery.
Alison xx

Pronto on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Alison this is indeed a quirky, mood,y reflective piece that generates much retrospective longing. So much said without being said, a true work of great poetry.

Author's Reply:
Many thanks πŸ˜‰ Alison x

pdemitchell on 14-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Sulum vicis vestri visio speculum; Deus ostendo vestri anima; vestri conscienta veritas! The image of your face as heaven sees it - you finally have the poetic art of less is more. Howlz. Mitch

Author's Reply:
Howlz back atcha and ta very muchly.
Alison x πŸ˜‰

amman on 15-04-2014
Years Through Glass
A rather melancholy kind of introspection, Alison. The wonder and trust of childhood to feelings of, perhaps, regret of a life's passing and the world we now live in. You have expressed those emotions succinctly; a clever composition. Perhaps 'in' reflection.
Regards.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony πŸ˜‰

Nice to see you drop in with your eagle eye! Changed and many thanks

Alison x

ValDohren on 15-04-2014
Years Through Glass
A short but wistful write, reflecting an inner mood which I am sure we all experience from time to time.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Yes, I like to try to capture different moods for posterity πŸ™‚
Alison x

Kipper on 15-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Hi Alison,
I feel I understand this a little. A couple of years ago I wrote a poem for one of my brothers who had died. I stood at the widow watching the rain, and gradually the words came. I can feel something of the same sensation reading your words, and I wonder how you felt at that time.
Best Wishes, Michael.



Author's Reply:
Hi Michael.
You read this very well. I think that there are certain times that we are lulled into a sort of waking dream. In that place thoughts come to us. How many people see things or have impressions looking into the dancing flames of a fire? Well, to me, sitting looking out through a rainy window can do the same sort of thing.
I have always tended to go into spontaneous bouts of reverie. In school the teacher always chastised me for being β€œa dreamer" Well, I guess I still am and in those times, things that we may suppress in full awakening spring into the mind.
Sorry to hear about your brother too.

Happy Easter!!!

Alison xx

Texasgreg on 16-04-2014
Years Through Glass
It does seem that no one really sees you as you are, Alison...lest you're one of the lucky few. I believe it's because we're conditioned for self-preservation, which results in apathy. Too bad.

Have a wonderful Easter holiday with family and your closest friends.

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
Hi Greg I must be getting dottled as well...I don't know how I missed replying to you and the comment below. Apologies all round. My mind is always so distracted I am very absent minded. Hope you had a blessed Easter
Alison xx

Popeye on 20-04-2014
Years Through Glass
Good work Alison, don't forget to look forward as well πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
SO sorry for late reply Pops ;-( As I said to Greg I must be getting dottled. Yes, I should look forward but to be honest I try not to much as I don't like what I see. I think the happiest people manage to live in the present πŸ˜‰

Alison xx


Rant of the Politically Incorrect (posted on: 11-04-14)
Another wee rant from a lighter perspective... I don't think it's a secret to anyone who knows me, how much I detest mealy-mouthed politicians and political correctness πŸ˜‰ This poem was first posted 4 years ago but has been updated and re-posted for my stance has only solidified in the interim....and perhaps my next step shall be non-compliance

 photo images_zps70d40a48.jpg Don't ya just wish, just sometimes to have a cosmic switch? The old fashioned kind that does not require anything... digital; Just a simple, sure-fire method of turning off the whole goddam world, or maybe just the media? Stopping at source the inane prattle spewed out for decades now. 'Cut their gas to a peep? ' Oh yes, the blood's a-rising.... I reckon I am grossed out on white men (is that allowed? ) speaking with forked and impotent tongue. Cannot face another slithery eel. A karma-chameleon character who shape-shifts with more ease than the most vilified witch. I am sure it would be more 'user friendly' than my intense inner urging to put that crowbar, (stored in my cupboard to access my basement in case of floods ,) through that bloody TV screen once and for all. Desecration of the one-eyed god. Smashing out frustration in the corner... Following that, may be a controlled visit (arm behind back ) to the TV licencing office… Gestapo tactics told me of my 2 day's late payment. Oh, and pray for someone 'politically correct,' to come, in usual patronising tone to attend me... Yes! Sounds like a plan! © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Rant of the Politically Incorrect
Mikeverdi on 11-04-2014
Rant of the Politically Incorrect
Oh dear Alison, but then you wouldn't be able to see Prime Ministers Questions and East Enders....... Ah, I see your point πŸ™‚
Ha Ha!
Mike

Author's Reply:

ValDohren on 11-04-2014
Rant of the Politically Incorrect
It certainly does sound like a plan Alison, and a good one at that ... But don't blame the poor old television, it's not to blame !
Val x

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Bozzz on 11-04-2014
Rant of the Politically Incorrect
I breathe again, Alison, your fire-power in the war against the despicable without being unprintable. Thank you for the reassurance. Love your theme on the non-digital switch - the one that gives you only 0 or 0. Grow old along with me, your TV licence will be free... etc. Strangely I have developed a sort of oddball game of reading between between the weasel words and admiring the sheer rapacity of the deceit - whose vote is he after this time. A feel for eel. Will sleep better tonight for having read your poem and because I have now submitted an experimental thing that is truly awful, truly not worthy of your interest but also truly non-PC. Thank you and my love, David

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Scream if you Want to go Faster (posted on: 07-04-14)
A poem on self reflection and in gratitude to my shamanic mentor.

 photo poundingwaves_zpsa074b9ba.jpg He warned me, all those years ago, when dogma had left me soul-dead, cracked-tongue thirsting for living waters. I found them in the morning dew, the cleansing, healing rain... The crashing power of the angry sea. I'd yearned for vibrancy and passion. Not dusty diatribes of confusing constriction, condemning life-force urgings, as spirit-suffocating sin. I found myself in silence. Then, Communion in animated bonfire flames and visceral, pounding drum beats. In dawn's crow choruses and twilight's muted shadows. Archaic language, whistling through wind-blown trees, resonated in my locked mind dungeons. Blessing stale, forgotten chambers with life giving sustenance. Resuscitation of my ancient self. Face-slapped with love, calling me to remembrance... He told me ''Scream if you want to go faster'' I don't think I have stopped screaming since. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Scream if you Want to go Faster
Mikeverdi on 07-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
Oh Alison I have missed you on the site, Listening to the words...just beautiful; reading them with you I felt every frustration, every kick at a life that lets you down. I love your poetry. I am told I sometimes score to high....bollox!
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Bless you Mike 😄
Yes, your ratings are very generous and what appeals to one does not appeal to some but that's the nature of the beast 🐮
I finally got some inspiration after speaking with Texasgreg. It's been lovely to know I have been missed by my friends
On UKA.👍
Never had so long a dry spell ever I don't think. 😜
Hope it's over now ....must be my home brewed Kombucha wot done it! 😈
Alison xxx



Texasgreg on 08-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
Hi sweetie! I'd love to crawl around that head of yours, but may get lost. πŸ˜‰



Oh! I certainly noticed Mike's comment and your response. You inspire me much as well and it makes my day to know that I did the same for you.



Much love,



Greg πŸ™‚



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Author's Reply:
I would not venture in there if I were you Greg! It's not for those of a nervous disposition (not that you have one BTW) but you just might have one when you came out again! πŸ˜‰

Alison xxx

e-griff on 08-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
A very nice poem. You should be proud of it. My only comment would be it veers toward abstraction a bit, eg:

in animated bonfire flames
and visceral, pounding drum beats.
In dawn’s crow choruses
and twilight’s muted shadows.)

, but I would say on balance, the reality saves it. It might be improved by cutting the abstractions down a bit, but you'd have to try that to know.

best, JohnG

Author's Reply:
Thanks for that Griff.
I was wondering if it comes over a bit obscure and although we should not really have to excuse our work, it does help to my mind at least, if people can understand it.

Basically, as the 'about' section says, it's about the change in me when I left the suffocating confines of the established church and its dogma, and re-embraced the ancient side of myself through Shamanism. (which really in its basic form, is simply seeing all of the created world as being infused with god-consciousness.)

The stanza you picked out speaks of my time living in the country where I often held gatherings of like minded people and bonfires and drumming made me come alive in an ancient way. (Such things are very primal)
The 'dawn's crow choruses and evening shadows' embued me with a total feeling of connection to nature and stopped me ever feeling alone although I did live alone and reasonably isolated.

I was more concerned with the next stanza although again, it speaks of the liberation of a different way of thinking and living, being 'fresh air' to conventional beliefs.
The poem may well benefit from some pruning.
I wanted to post something before my flow dried up altogether so thanks for dropping in with your always considered and genuine comments.
Alison x

e-griff on 08-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
I wasn't suggesting pruning necessarily, just a wee bit of reality inserted to show you are talking about facts.

Yes the same applies to the next verse. But they are nice poetic words, and part of the story you are telling.

Author's Reply:
See what you think now Griff....I have added the word 'communion' prior to that stanza to highlight the connection and meaning for me in the following things. The recitation is out of sync but that's easily rectified when I have the time. πŸ˜‰

ValDohren on 08-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
The ancient world has a lot to teach 'modern' man - well expressed Alison, enjoyed reading.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Yes, indeed Val.
Thanks for dropping in and commenting.
Alison x 😺

Bozzz on 08-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
Gosh, and I nearly missed you. I feared your supersonic speed intentions might have meant by-passing the attractive corners of love - but you pause enough. You found yourself in silence, that was wise, because it brought the roar of this poem. But please do not entirely desert the odd polemic. Times need you. The 'crow choruses' are forgiven by me and the RSPB, though nobody has ever heard them - afraid it's rooks again dear lovely Alison !! So glad you are back...XXXXX David





Author's Reply:
Ah well, what's a rook or two between friends? I confess that up my way, we call 'em crows and have always called 'em crows! πŸ˜‰
Thanks for your words of encouragement.
Alison xxx

pdemitchell on 09-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
Powerful stuff, there, Al. Rook or crow, it's what you know. You've come a long way indeedy. Howlz

Author's Reply:
In retrospect, NOBODY taught me like you did.
You guided me with encouragement, you showed by example. You helped me re-write poems that still held my voice although we are so different in all things. :-)))
I always think of you when I challenge new people to be brave enough to open themselves up to those maybe more experienced or willing to help. Only in accepting we can learn can we advance.

Howlz to one of my most cherished poetic mentors.

Alison xxx


Kipper on 14-04-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
Hi Alison,
I feel another WOW coming on.
I'm glad that I have snuck in at the end, so to speak, giving me the advantage of reading the wise words of the other contributors.
You will of course be aware from my latest submission that I follow a more traditional path but I do like your outlook and your take on life. But I wonder if, when it comes down to it, we are are all that far apart for I too sometimes find the dogma and diatribes uncomfortable.
Be that as it may, you do write a powerful sermon.
Michael

Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal, Thanks so much. The facts are that I am actually a very true believer, ableit an unconventional one) who likes to 'dispense with the middle man'. I learned years ago that I (and everyone else) have a direct line to God and I see and feel Him all around through the beauty of His creation.

Thanks so much for reading and your comments.
Alison x

stormwolf on 25-09-2014
Scream if you Want to go Faster
Thanks to the person who nominated this. xxx

Author's Reply:


Benidorm (posted on: 21-02-14)
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 photo rsz_1alonewindowwomansilhouettegirlmorning-d428f4df58b35afcb10aa0618e157366_h_zpsd58713cc.jpg I remember your mood, like a wet pavement. Your half-pint smile, your distracted eyes. There was no beauty nor passion,consistent with my wide-eyed longing. Nothing so sad as wet-dreamed realization. The white hot delight of inner hopes and trusting skies, an anxious contrast to grey steel reality. Shutters down, in your face 'get used to it' newly married, prison bars. © Alison Stormwolf
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barenib on 21-02-2014
Benidorm
What a very sad - but at the same time beautifully expressed - poem. The realisation, the contrast with the inner hopes as opposed to the grey steel, is pretty stark. Very well put, very moving - John.

Author's Reply:
Hi John,
It was hard to post but time is a healer. I think you read it well.

Alison x

ValDohren on 21-02-2014
Benidorm
The reality is so often different from the dream, and the ensuing disappointment is a bitter pill indeed. Very well written Alison.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val.
The truth is that this was a moment in time. Does not pay to rush into things like a bull at a gate...and we were only 22 (me) and 24 (him) only having known one another 6 weeks before we got engaged and 6 months later married.
All life is evolution and we went on to be one another's teachers in many ways.
Now, he is probably my greatest supporter in all my endeavors and a friend.
I suppose that compensates for early pain. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Slovitt on 21-02-2014
Benidorm
alison: agree with john, well done with a difficult subject.
take your dreams to someone, to share, wide-eyed, hopeful,

and "get used to it"/newly married/prison bars." you escaped, and strong. good poem. swep

Author's Reply:
Thanks Swep. x

It was not always a barrel of laughs for him either. πŸ˜‰

Nemo on 22-02-2014
Benidorm
Can't help this reminding me of Emma and Charles Bovary! Some evocative lines in a moving piece, Alison. (I see comments are hard to come by again...)
Gerald

Author's Reply:
Well I am most grateful to those who do comment but also to all those who read.
I realise that many who read are not members. I will stick to hoping that members who read will comment though but some choose not to for myriad reasons πŸ˜‰

Emma and Charles Bovary indeed! lol

Alison x

Buschell on 22-02-2014
Benidorm
All life is suffering. I learnt that not long ago. I also learnt that some suffering is fun but don't tell Siddhartha. Good stuff, really good stuff. Dazza.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Dazza.
I will keep schtum next time I speak to Sids πŸ˜‰
Yes, all suffering has not only a place but a purpose also. I just wish it happened to others not me lol...(joke)
Anyway, I truly believe that people come into our lives for a reason...so no real point in be-moaning things from the wider perspective...but that perspective takes years to develop πŸ™

Alison x

Leila on 22-02-2014
Benidorm
Painful realisations but glad to hear time has been a healer...L x

Author's Reply:
Hi Leila,
Yes, as i have said, from my world view we have to view such things as necessary evils. Well, he sure was evil and not really necessary lol
No, I would hate him to read this and be hurt. He knows the score as do I. We are many years down a long road now and we did find love and that has stayed the test of time, even although we have gone our separate ways, we are still close.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 24-02-2014
Benidorm
Ah Alison, as you know I am on my third attempt at marriage (after more relationships than I choose to remember) I am third time lucky; not everybody gets there. You're words resonate with all of us I'm sure; we have all been there. Out of these relationships comes the beautiful (if sad) poetry that often graces this site from you and others. If nothing else we have this.
Mike
ps I was thinking Charles and Lady Diana

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
I was amazed to see the rating for I thought I had turned off my ratings a few poems ago .
However, I am very happy to have been awarded this rating by you. xx

It was a difficult poem to post and I suppose I have bent over backward to try to come over "all healed" so as not to appear some sad case....but the facts are that I could not speak about this let alone put into poetry for many years.
I think that it pays to take chances in writing poetry and to me that means being very authentic but that's just what fuels my passions. There is a sense of power in being vulnerable if that makes sense?

Alison x


jdm4454 on 25-02-2014
Benidorm
Marriage is especially tough on us men raised in the 1950s...by the time we wanted to get married, there were no more women like Mom...and we were all little male pigs, raised with our parents as an example---the man was king, the little woman said nothing and obeyed. So, we got married, acted like our fathers and expected our mothers' reaction and ended up in divorce court... your poem is a microcosm of the aftermath of falling in love and the reality after the thrill is gone....very well written...thanks-jim

Author's Reply:
Well, perhaps you are right. I sure bore no resemblance to his mother, that's for sure.
Thing is that he always says he really fell in love with me later.
I think we were carried away with being newly qualified and typical doctor / nurse romance.
I could weep for the people we were. I have nothing but compassion for our younger selves but to be imprisoned (as a free spirit) was not a happy experience.
However, we stayed the course for 20 years and had 3 beautiful children.

Thanks for the rating. πŸ˜‰
Alison x

pdemitchell on 09-03-2014
Benidorm
Coming on strong, O wolfly one. Single dad after three long-term train-wrecks of relationships. Wet-dreamed realization reminded me of dim and distant sex - the squidge twixt coffee and cigarettes. Happy daze n howlz. mitch.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mitch.
Sorry for delayed response. Battling health issuies at the moment that do not seem to leave any energy at all for reading or writing.
Hope to be re-energised before too long.
Alison x

Popeye on 18-03-2014
Benidorm
Hi Alison, I see you have lost none of your eloquence, even when writing about such sensitive matters. Good work, here πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks Pops. Sorry about late reply. I have been taking a wee break from posting for a while to recharge my batteries;-)

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 21-08-2014
Benidorm
This one has just popped up on the front page, reading it again, I am reminded of just how good you are.
Mike
XxX

Author's Reply:
Well thanks Mike. This one was hard to write πŸ˜‰ xx


Wild Geese (posted on: 17-02-14)
Geese mate for life. If, when flying, one becomes ill and has to land the other will also land and stay by their side until the goose either recovers or dies. If it dies, it is not unusual for the remaining goose to go into mourning and may never become part of a pair again. Likewise, if a lone goose flying with the herd becomes ill and has to land, another goose will choose to drop from the sky and stay with that goose to offer support. No wonder I look to nature for teaching and inspiration.

 photo 0810ec2f-f929-4588-b286-2fab89a11ac8_zpsa4aee6e2.jpg Come, let us leave at once these barren, comfortless shores, and set our sights for warm tomorrows. I hear the distant call of our kin on the wind. Already, we have missed several up-drafts while sitting by this dark pond in indecision. The Lodestar is shining and the equator beckons. My feathers are alive with anticipation and the journey is now… I have the north in my blood, you the south, but Africa is calling. We shall bear each other up on wings of silver by night and sun-decked white by day; And I will never allow you to fall to earth, alone… Nor you me.... The call of the wild is within us, always; And we must answer it or die. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Wild Geese
Nomenklatura on 17-02-2014
Wild Geese
There are many things in nature that are so 'red in tooth and claw' that it's nice to ponder the wild geese and their mating habits. I always like to see them fly in their flying V formation, on their way to the other side of the world. A lovely poem, I'm sure people would have seen it for the allegory it is, though, Alison.

Regards
Ewan

Author's Reply:
"I'm sure people would have seen it for the allegory it is, though, Alison."

How do you know I am not a goose? πŸ˜‰
I have taken the allegory bit out if you think I am stating the obvious lol
Many thanks for reading. I love to see them flying too. I often wish I could just join them.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 17-02-2014
Wild Geese
Those of us privileged to know you're writing...know you; and anyway much the same can be said about wolves. Another great write.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Yes, wolves also mate for life. πŸ˜‰
Thanks for your appreciation of my work Mike.

Alison xx

franciman on 17-02-2014
Wild Geese
Hi Alison,
I think the reason we use imagery so much in poetry is because we see something in nature that we wish we might have ourselves. Does that make sense? Certainly the wistful nature of your poem is all its beauty. It will change the very nature of my pleasure in seeing these birds return soon. And yes, this is you at your best.
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Makes perfect sense to me πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for taking this into favs.
Alison x

pdemitchell on 17-02-2014
Wild Geese
I sometimes think the V-formation is a gesture aimed at us earth-bound bipeds. Honkz n Howlz. Mitch x

Author's Reply:
Yes, strangely that thought had occurred to me on occasion too πŸ˜‰
Alison x

ValDohren on 17-02-2014
Wild Geese
Great write Alison, and a lovely picture. Its a wonderful scene to see migrating birds. Birds are such amazing creatures.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Oh they are. The world is full of wonder for those with eyes to see. πŸ˜‰
Alison x

barenib on 18-02-2014
Wild Geese
Some lovely metaphors going on in your poetry as always, as well as the literal ones of nature of course, all very enjoyable - John x.

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much John. Lovely to see you dropping in. Hope you are keeping well.

Alison x

Nemo on 19-02-2014
Wild Geese
Mystery: how do the pairs and their offspring manage to meet up with other families of geese for.their migration - they must have mobile phones? I enjoyed this, Alison. I wonder if the last three lines are necessary, though. Gerald.

Author's Reply:
I think it's another wonder of nature Gerald.
The last 3 lines are crucial to the poem. I am highlighting the need to answer the call. The poem is written to someone and I am speaking of our connection to 'all that is.'

Alison x

CVaughan on 20-02-2014
Wild Geese
A fine work Alison, personification of the bird brought to mind the novel Jonathan Livingstone Seagull & the song" You are the wind beneath my wings" Good poem on fidelity. Frank

Author's Reply:
Hi Frank
I am glad it came across like that to you. It was meant to combine love with wonder at the magnificence of the natural world.
Alison x

ruadh on 21-02-2014
Wild Geese
Beautifully done Alison. I love watching the geese when they're migrating.

Author's Reply:
Hi Ailsa
So sorry to be so late replying. I have not been on for a while and did not realise I had not got back to you.
Yes, the geese are a delight and I always stand in awe as I see them passing overhead. Sometimes sadly when they are heading south and then again with joy on their return πŸ™‚
Alison x


Picking up the Gauntlet (posted on: 14-02-14)
Another impassioned poem about speaking out against the NWO, the lies, greed, corruption and social engineering that is running rampant and threatening the future for everyone. Yes, there IS a conspiracy....but it's not from those who are trying to wake people up. This poem came from taking this photo of my precious ones the other day. I will never stop trying to leave them a better world. *Please note I would rather not argue the toss about my beliefs πŸ˜‰ The poem is written from a very personal perspective and needs to be read as such. Namaste. xxx

 photo photo1_zps160cb8df.jpg (Two of my three grandchildren. Intense love gives you claws.) I grasped it one illuminated morning. On waking, eyes wide suddenly night became day. Terror came in tandem with awareness. Shattering my peace, smashing childhood religious lenses underfoot. Exposing all the lies. Perhaps, safer to stay blind... As in a dream acknowledged, then surrendered. I answered the call. Watered by the scorn of others emboldened by the nerves touched, the denial, the casting of stones... the frantic desire to look away. I took them as affirming sign-posts along the unrelenting warrior-way. Held fast by the glue of 'no surrender' buoyed up by global camaraderie. Oh, I had smouldered for years in fear then, indecision... but that dawn, broke free with a feral cry from my bones. Now? It is my 'Raison d'κtre' Meeting my grand-children's trusting eyes... His tiny, vulnerable hand in her's... Nothing less than sacrificial self immolation before the scoffers will suffice. This fervance to give them a future annihilates all else. Such a short dalliance in this hostile land. Such a fleeting chance to make a difference. A small light a ray of hope. before *'Out, out, brief candle.'  photo extinguisgecandle_zps537e030c.jpg * Shakespear's Macbeth ~Alison Stormwolf~
Archived comments for Picking up the Gauntlet
Bozzz on 14-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
We cannot defeat nature, yet our selfish genes dictate actions that pursue the attempt - the conundrum we cannot solve. The dinosaurs failed. Mankind have the means to extend our time on earth, but not the wits to use them. I see your poem as epitomising what should be the fearful cry of all - but sadly is not. Alison - brilliant is overused, but what word means better? Eleven?.....Stay alight dear candle...David

Author's Reply:
I will stay alight if you will dear David.
I am thinking about you and wishing you well.
You know what they say.."you can't keep a good man / woman down. "😜
Thanks for your generous comments on my latest assault on the madmen who are running the asylum.

Alison xxx

jdm4454 on 14-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
Check out this book ---
Dr John Coleman published "Conspirators' Hierarchy: The Story of the Committee of 300". He identifies the players and carefully details the agenda of worldwide domination and control.
your poem is an echo of intelligence that has been bouncing off dead ears forever because this NWO benefits the wealthiest individuals and encapsultes and protects the corporate block...it will eventually become fact because the world is populated with sheep and led by wolves.
I do have one little critique...and please forgive me, but here comes the English teacher in me, OK? This line:
"Meeting my grand-children’s trusting eyes...
His tiny, vulnerable hand in her's..." Well, you begin in first person and a plural subject--- my grandchildren...........then close in second person, singular subject ---His tiny....in her's --
Meeting my grand-child’s trusting eyes...
His tiny, vulnerable hand in mine...

I know, I'm sorry...please forgive my captiousness. I really liked your poem...thanks--- jim




Author's Reply:
Hi Jim πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for reading, commenting and helping. I have been banging on about the NWO for the best part of the last 20 years at least. The level of frustration to see it almost in the end game while the people are dumbed down by reality TV and plastic idols has been almost too much to bear.

They are maybe led by wolves but they are also being exposed by 'wolves' such as me! lol πŸ˜‰
I detest them I really do...I detest their minions and all those who are selling out to them for a 'quiet life' in total cowardice or ignorance of what is to come.
I was not born to be a slave and so I will never stop fighting ha ha.

The English teacher in you is very welcome!
I understand what you are saying.

I was making two statements. ....I was talking about the incredible power and responsibility that embracing my position of elder has bequeathed on me...and then I was making the observation of one SO little looking up to his slightly bigger sibling for support. ;-(
It was a very tender moment. ...(in truth when I saw it after taking the pic I wept at the trust and vulnerability in that little boy holding onto his sister, like babes in the woods. )

They spoke to me of ALL vulnerable children and why we need to get out fingers out and stop being so bloody apathetic.

If you feel that this is not a good way of expressing after my explanation, please DO get back to me. I do want to be the best I can be and no point in saying crit welcome if we are not open to it.

Alison x
(welcome to UKA)


Ps I have separated those lines to hopefully highlight that I am almost talking aloud. Thanks for the valuable feedback btw x

cooky on 14-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
I have not written anything for three months now. But this poem has the fire and intensity of writing which will linger for ever within the soul . The candle will never bow before these hostile storms, while there is a voice their to protect its life.

Author's Reply:
Bless you Cooky. I sort of knew this would resonate within you, a kindred spirit and detester of the corrupt elites who manufacture wars for ordinary people to sacrifice themselves in, as the war machines trundles on.

I hope this fires you up to get writing again. We shall need strong hands to hold the ropes when the daybreak comes πŸ˜‰
Alison x

cooky on 14-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
I have not written anything for three months now. But this poem has the fire and intensity of writing which will linger for ever within the soul . The candle will never bow before these hostile storms, while there is a voice their to protect its life.

Author's Reply:

Nemo on 14-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
I think of empires, religions, fascism, communism, numerous attempts at world domination. It is the way we are and some people are happy to accept being dumbed down. Those who protest are very brave. BB is watching, however. Congrats on the nib. Regards, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Yes, BB is watching and they can take a hike. There are far more of us than them. We have the power of one.
Together we are legion. (bit like demons actually ha-ha )
Anyway, the most imprisoned people are those who actually think they are free. We live in a surveillance state where our freedoms are being trampled daily. It's no longer even safe to say you do not approve of gay marriage or myriad other things they are promoting to destroy the family and foster the idea of the nanny state. gggrrrrr
Have we learned nothing from Nazi Germany?

Even our medical records are no longer private while rampant narcissism is the order of the day. I can hardly bear to look at the papers...so full of propaganda as to give me a right dose of the boke.
All almost too much for ole Stormy to take, so it is.

Upwards and onwards to the revolution!

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 15-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
Its not within you to remain quiet, that's why I love you reading you're work; you are the light in a dark world. There are those who would undoubtedly scoff and hide you away, I will never be that person. I don't always believe what you say, but I will fight for you're right to shout it from the roof tops. The readership you have shows there are many who also appreciate you're writing, so keep flying the flag of inconvenience in the face of the madmen who run our world.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
I will be fighting for freedom and truth till they nail my coffin lid down. The years have only given me more commitment and becoming a grandmother was the final push into putting my head above the parapet.
There is something very dark and sinister abroad (well its here an' all actually lol ) πŸ˜‰
and I have no time at all in denying the elephant in the room.
Those who do, end up getting trampled!


Alison xxx  photo 6d71e1c7-5557-43e3-9cf8-6451f36455eb_zps60a25fb7.gif

pdemitchell on 15-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
Pithy and spiky and pointy and passionate with a wee Shakespearean tip of the tricornered hat to end with a well-earned nibblement. Howlz!

Author's Reply:
hahaha you ARE a card!

Alison x

barenib on 18-02-2014
Picking up the Gauntlet
Fantastic Alison, right down to the bones! I am with you completely in what you say, but I fear that the freedoms are being more and more trampled and as you say, too many are more concerned about voting for the X factor! I hope that there is more to life than just this one... Apologies for seeing this a bit late! John.

Author's Reply:
YAH! John, onward to the revolution!
Well, I am convinced there are more lives than just this one. I have never doubted it to be honest. Like you, the way things are going with society and the people they seem to hold up as some sort of plaster saints make me sick. However, as we live in an ever expanding universe....when we see what we don't want...we mentally put in place what we DO want. I believe that millions all over the world are in the process of throwing off the shackles and that does excite me.

Thanks SO much for taking this into favs! I am very honoured. :-)))

Alison x


Walking the Line (posted on: 10-02-14)
Ah love, could you and I with fate conspire... (Omar Khayyam) A real juggling of tenses.

 photo walesbeach2_zpsb74bb42e.jpg Had fate been kinder or we been bolder, we could have, would have shared such sacred synergy! Those inner raging fires so far removed from this frigid waste, wherein we find ourselves, sighing into shadows. That barely hold what we know, we know, could have been solidified in exquisite heart-stopping experience. But we played safe, like good boys and girls. Now, you go back to staring into space... and I keep walking. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Walking the Line
Mikeverdi on 10-02-2014
Walking the Line
I'm sure others will pick at the juggling, I will just marvel at the beauty of it all. A return to you're best. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike. The tenses are very well thought out so I do not feel require any alteration. By that I mean that I am talking about a situation that is both past but also present and only I can know that πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

pdemitchell on 10-02-2014
Walking the Line
A bitter sweet observational stack well executed. Bravo, wolfly one.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mitch πŸ˜‰

Alison x

franciman on 10-02-2014
Walking the Line
Hi Alison,
This has the feel of something very personal. However, its power is in its ability to make the reader reflect on his own life.
This is the secret of good poetry - written from the heart and touching the heart of the reader?
Favourite bits:

Now, you go back
to staring into space...
and I keep walking.

Had fate been kinder
or we been bolder,

Anything influenced by Auld Omar will get my attention. He would have loved this by the way!
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim,
Thanks so much for reading and commenting. I am really thrilled when you say 'Auld Omar' would have approved πŸ˜‰
He is one of my poetic heroes and his lines always move me.
This poem is very personal but as you say, we have all got our stories to tell.

Alison x

Nemo on 10-02-2014
Walking the Line
No problem for me the changes of tense which make complete sense, Alison. There's an overwhelming sadness in our could haves and might haves. What else can you do with them except write about them? 'Sighing into shadows' is a fine line, and so is the last line. About 'But we played safe;
Like good boys and girls'
- may I suggest 'But we played safe,
like good boys and girls.'?
Congrats on the nib. Regards, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gerald,
Thanks so much. Have amended also πŸ˜‰

Alison x

ValDohren on 10-02-2014
Walking the Line
Congrats on the nib Alison, well deserved for this fine piece of writing.
Val x

Author's Reply:


The Message in Me (posted on: 27-01-14)
* RANT WARNING! * moonlight and roses it ain't. 😜 If you want to be cheered up, give this one a miss πŸ˜‰ You have been warned. It's a long one so for those who want to wade in...maybe get a cup of tea (or a strong drink) πŸ˜‰ An old poem re-worked and more valid today than when it was first posted.

 photo images_zpsf78c797e.jpg There's a distant wail on the wind. It's just the collective soul of creation, crying for her children. A cosmic Banshee, warning of what's unfolding. Myriad abominations, lauded. Empty vessels and rampant narcissism, rules the day. Sociopathic psychopaths and liars form a global 'Old Boy's Network' raping economies and plotting further wars. Meanwhile for the teens... (Openly satanic now,) hollow-eyed, clay idols, polluting vulnerable minds, dance demonically, in pre-meditated, trance-inducing, subliminal flickers on TV screens, manipulating, causing a death-spiral of hope. Frustration rocks my Richter scale; I cannot swallow my pain. So I offer it in alms to the wandering minstrel. Maybe his tune will transmute this agony of awareness. Or give me some respite from the anguish. I am seared by the suffering all around. This seeping sadness shared by millions. While half the world concerns itself with such empty deviations! And Gaia burns while fools play. Our Mother is dying! Her waters poisoned. As starfish melt silently on ocean floors... and death seeps relentlessly from Japanese shores. Honesty is smothered, derided -dangerous. Elders disrespected, discarded. The innocence of childhood stamped out and laid waste by cynical social engineers with dark agenda boots. Genetic manipulation has broken natural laws, sowing the bleakest of harvests. A New World is a-rising But it's anything but brave. While unemployed youth live cyber half-lives, disenfranchised from purpose and meaning. Beauty and integrity is sacrificed on the alter of greed. Can't you hear the drums or the marching feet? Time yet to make a stand. Or do we simply submit meekly like lambs before their slayer? Some of us will never offer our throats... And 'Spring' ridicules The Message in me. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for The Message in Me
Mikeverdi on 27-01-2014
The Message in Me
A 'rant' it may be...but its brilliant. You have captured all of the problems in one poem. I commend you for this and have Nominated this poem, truly terrific writing Alison. Mike

Author's Reply:
OMG! I am most delighted Mike!
I think many will empathise with my hesitancy, which lasted through the night, as to whether to post this or not.
I never know how it is going to be received but take comfort from Shakespear when he said in Hamlet

'This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.'

I cannot stay quiet when I feel something so intensely.
Thanks so much.

Alison xxx

ValDohren on 27-01-2014
The Message in Me
A very powerful rant Alison, one can feel and share the anger on reading it. The world being the way it has become, I dread to think what has yet to come. Thankfully, I won't be here long enough to see much of it. A intense piece of writing which tells it like it is, but I have just seen a beautiful little Puffin on the TV which reminds me that there is still something left in which to delight.
Val xx


Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and rating Val.
When I look at my grandchildren my heart almost explodes with love and so I would happily give my life for them. There is indeed such incredible beauty in this world but sadly, the poeple who are busy engineering the downfall, do not want beauty, originality or freedom.
They want control, uniformity, death and destruction.

What is happening to the Pacific ocean as we speak is not being reported in the media but a wholescale loss of animal and plant life is in progress. We have been given a beautiful world but 'all it takes for evil to succeed is for good men (and women) to do nothing.' Edmund Burke

Alison xx

Bozzz on 27-01-2014
The Message in Me
Not another rant...surely? The conscience of mankind is a heavy load to bear. Father Christmas puts what he thinks is his share on to a sleigh, but sadly his messages are your 'empty deviations ! Jesus tried too, but lived at the wrong time. The drivers are many - money, religion, the nature of man, the poisons many too. The chaos you describe is a man-made prescription for what he believes is living, but in all probability it is the reverse. Can nature help apply the brakes - do they exist? The 'soul' suffers - your cry and our cry of conscience is applying pressure to slow one wheel - the bandwagon has many wheels, we all have to keep trying. Oh Alison, none of us can do it all, but what you have written is the workload that faces us - truly an epic. Thank you. I second Mike's nomination....David. P.S. Please may I just have 'integrity'?

Author's Reply:
With a rant, rant, here and a rant, rant, there.
here a rant, there a rant, everywhere a rant, rant. Yah!
Sorry got all over excited there. πŸ˜‰

Yes, nothing like a good old rant to get it all off my chest for another short while. Healthier than seething inwardly but actions would be better for me but I will not say what actions I would like to take. πŸ˜‰
Met up with old friends today. They are expecting their first baby. I know I am in the vast minority here but I am a believer in biblical prophesy and I believe that there will be a Golden Age on Earth.
It's just the getting there that's going to be rocky. ;-(
I just long for a better world for the children. That is what fires my passions.

I also do not believe in saying that just because something is prophesied means we do not have to DO anything. As the saying goes "God helps those who help themselves"
At this stage of my life I am more open in my mind than I have ever been and contrary to what it may appear like to some, I cling to the light.
Thanks so much for your endorsement of Mike's nomination. I don't expect for a moment it will be there..far too long but I so appreciate your act of faith in me.
Alison xxx

Savvi on 02-02-2014
The Message in Me
I would buy a ticket to your rant central any day of the week, there is so much to love in this one Alison such clever lines and delightful alliteration. One for the Top draw me thinks and added to fav. Keith

Author's Reply:
Haha thanks so much for your vote of confidence. Means so much especially when I step out into stormy waters (as is my wont)
I do not anticipate what the response will be so just delighted with those who heard my tune 👍 😜 Alison x


Night Showers (posted on: 24-01-14)
A poem about inspiration and how often it arrives in the 'wee small hours'

 photo NEWNightShowers_zps197dfb82.jpg Now the raw edition (or another way of presentation) Night Showers Last night a poem fell to earth. I watched the slow descent through closed eyes. Those letters, soon to be formed to words... tumbling      and          sinking                      ground-ward. Drifting silently, through the bars and octaves of the heavenly harmonics and tinkling music of the spheres. Down,         down,                 they softly sank. A night shower, like cosmic confetti, through the moon-bathed, slated roof into my mind. As I lay blissfully supine... Both wondrous witness and ready recipient. And my welcoming joy illuminated the dark room, in magnetic grounding for the        rest.
Archived comments for Night Showers
Mikeverdi on 24-01-2014
Night Showers
Stunning lay out Alison, and loved the poem. If I may be so bold there was one word I thought was out of place....The word 'And' in the last stanza: 'And my welcoming joy' Just a thought, one you can toss away. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike, Thanks for the comments and the rating ;-)))
The 'and' is important (to me) as it bridges the poem as before that I am speaking about the wondrous creation of a poem or inspiration and how it comes about and following the 'and' is my reaction to it, so I don't consider it superfluous or I definitely would change it.

I always listen to crit and will always change if I feel it will improve the poem. This was a bit of a bugger to do and as so often happens...once it was posted I saw bits I wanted to change as I had a word repeated that I had not noticed. That meant doing the whole thing again plus the recording ;-(

I welcome honest opinions so thanks for that.

Alison xx

ValDohren on 24-01-2014
Night Showers
Lovely as ever Alison, great layout and pic. Struggled to read it a little, but that is down to age and faltering eyesight - mine that is. Wish I could present in this way, but haven't a clue how !! Inspiration often comes in the wee small hours, so I keep a notepad and pen by my bed.

Author's Reply:
Hi Val
I am so delighted with your rating. I am aware that the font may be difficult as I had to make it fit this pic, which to me was fitting for the poem.
I am unable to access my PC at present as I have painted my floor and it's not yet dry lol 😜
I will then repost the plain poem underneath. This is just a bit of novelty.
It is difficult and time consuming so not really recommended but I think it gives people an idea how their work might look if published in this way. 😃

I always see your work in an illustrated book al la Patience Strong. So I encourage you to think about going down that line. The words
Many people want poetry they can resonate with.
Thanks again.

I am sure things are hard at times but you have the key to self expression which will I pray, be a great comfort to you.
Alison xx
Ps I know from reading others that many of us are given the words or ideas in the middle of the night. When the critical mind is in abeyance and inspiration is not hindered.

Nemo on 24-01-2014
Night Showers
Clever the poem which is about the poem as it comes to you. An enjoyable read, Alison. It's a long wait till Monday. Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and rating Gerald.

Alison x

Bozzz on 25-01-2014
Night Showers
Oh Alison, who then is the author of this sparkling readymade stellar composition - perhaps there was some intervention en route - where were you last Thursday night? Anything you say may be used in evidence.....
You are convicted on circumstantial evidence - a balance of probabilities as the curtains and slate roof must have prevented penetration of light directly into your room... Elegant thoughts win hearts...XXX..David

Author's Reply:
David,
You make your comments on a par with poetry.
I do so enjoy your inventive mind, as sharp as a tack.
Alison xxx

ifyouplease on 26-01-2014
Night Showers
very nice images!
xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Nic.
xxx

sweetwater on 07-04-2014
Night Showers
Another lovely poem, I read the first layout and the ' golden hues of gratitude' didn't sit right for me so I was rather pleased to see it was left out of second presentation. A superb write much enjoyed. πŸ™‚ Sue.



Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading. πŸ™‚
Another experiment in presentation. I am glad you enjoyed it.

Alison x


Stirring (posted on: 20-01-14)
Very short 'mood' poem

 photo 9b780b04-04a2-4f04-9a27-1e89f2bf752a_zpsa9604204.jpg I cannot leave with green in slumber on the trees, sap, dormant in dark veins, waiting... There is still a rough edge to be smoothed. Still a morning, housed with glory to attend. I am not dead yet. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Stirring
Mikeverdi on 20-01-2014
Stirring
Simply beautiful, the words and the picture. Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Glad you like it Mike.
Life in the old dog (bitch) yet πŸ˜‰
Alison xxx

pommer on 20-01-2014
Stirring
A lovely short creation.Pommer xxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pommer
Alison x

Nemo on 20-01-2014
Stirring
No, we don't want to leave, do we, Alison? Best wishes, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gerald, no, indeed.
This poem is written on several levels. The reader cannot be expected to understand that of course, hence the 'mood' poem.
It can be as seen but also leaving my home in the highlands where my mother sits and watches the changing seasons by the leaves on neighbouring trees. So changing seasons are very intimately involved in my thinking as my dad was diagnosed in spring and died in autumn.

It can also be read that I am the tree.

Alison x

ValDohren on 20-01-2014
Stirring
Beautiful and very meaningful Alison - while we still have a life to live, we should value it. Lovely picture too.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val.

I cannot ever divorce myself from the changing seasons or nature. This poem is meant to come over as thoughts (mind stream) on sitting in reverie....taken to paper.
thanks for the rating. x

Alison xx

Bozzz on 21-01-2014
Stirring
And it seems, a magpie at dusk to boot. But you are not a black and white person - many shades fill your thoughts and day. A song thrush would be my choice for you - inventive and crystal clear. I hear you and know you as I read....David

Author's Reply:
Many thanks for 'reading' me so well.
Alison xxx

Savvi on 22-01-2014
Stirring
Love the smooth images contrasted against the defiance. Very much enjoyed. Keith

Author's Reply:
Glad you got the defiance Keith πŸ˜‰
Thanks as always for reading and your generous rating.
Alison x

amman on 24-01-2014
Stirring
Lovely, atmospheric piece, Alison. Can't quite get my head around all the 'still's' though. Would be tempted to omit the 1st one. The pic fits the mood perfectly.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
Oh dear ;-(
I was aware but thought it emphasised the sense of 'time' in the poem.
However, I always listen carefully to feedback and have omitted the first one and am quite happy with it πŸ˜‰
Ta
Alison x

Texasgreg on 15-10-2014
Stirring
So you're a tree. No need to turn over a new leaf, sweetie. πŸ˜‰ Aye, I could tell there was more but it was hidden from my view. Thanks for the explanation.

OXO Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
Yes, a tree and identifying with a tree. I have many rings on my trunk now and my roots are deep and well rooted in God's soil and my upper branches ever growing into the finer realms in the higher rarified air!
😜
Alison xox


Fair Exchange (posted on: 10-01-14)
Time to be bold πŸ˜‰ One out of 31 poems stored on my page yet to be posted. Some may never see the light of day I reckon.

 photo fecd4606-1c5f-410c-97fd-ca37d72b1a93_zps5adbb3ed.jpg If I shut my bill for you, change my morning song to soothe your spirit, while drowning mine, you may then be appeased, but what of me? Do I need to crucify the truth in me to write poetry, that speaks of such beauty I know exists.... but is being denied and squandered daily, to make myself acceptable to those without a heart? I am as one who knows the stock behind the counter in some old shop, where customers demand to be shown the cheap, tawdry imitations. They will pay any amount and I will despise them, while protecting the purity of the dusty treasures, just out of sight. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Fair Exchange
Nomenklatura on 10-01-2014
Fair Exchange
I liked this one very much. The third stanza was particularly good.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Ewan 😜

Alison x

ifyouplease on 10-01-2014
Fair Exchange
maybe you need another word to show how low the quality of such merchandise is because you say "any amount" and cheap sounds a bit awkward.
i liked it!
xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Nic πŸ™‚

Well in Scotland we say "any amount" meaning that they are prepared to spend way above what something is worth, so it alludes to the stupidity of those who 'know the price of everything but the value of nothing.'
I will though give it some thought x
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 10-01-2014
Fair Exchange
That's great writing Alison, I pleased to know there's more to come. As the days get lighter, so will you're spirit.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Ha ha, yes, I feel very closed in on the dark nights although every season has it's own appeal but I have come to detest the materialism of the festive season that has lost all spirituality ( for me at least) and become an orgy of excess and misery for many.
I look forward to the cherry blossom 😜
Alison x x

ifyouplease on 10-01-2014
Fair Exchange
i see, congrats on the nib! :))

Author's Reply:
Thanks Nic
I am delighted 😜
Xxx

Bozzz on 10-01-2014
Fair Exchange
I read your message clear - sparkling where darkling is the true mood - and its destination. En route you have pleased the nobs and the multitude, some feat ! Well nibbed - as is your wont....David

Author's Reply:
You are a card David 😜
Periodically I go through the poems and see if I can knock any of them into shape......but most have hung about on my page waiting for resurrection which may never come.

Alison xx😃

Savvi on 10-01-2014
Fair Exchange
Hi Alison, I read this as being fed up of trying to please others and choosing to think of oneself instead. I could be missing more but I enjoyed it. I only struggled with obliterated and only because it was a little clunky. Very much enjoyed as always. Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
You are spot on. The poem is actually about several things, people and situations and was one of those poems that wrote itself and came quickly. I totally agree with you about obliterated. It IS chunky and I may well alter it tomorrow when I have more time.
I will obliterate obliterated lol 😜

Alison x
Ta very much for rating 👍

update
I have now amended that line which I confess never sat that well with me. I think it reads so much better.
Thanks x

Bradene on 12-01-2014
Fair Exchange
That may have stung some, I found myself feeling quite envious at your eloquence and even more by your courage. happy new year Valx

Author's Reply:
Happy New Year to you dear Val.
One of the first people to welcome me to UKA and who encouraged me when I was nervous by your kindness.
I am sending you the very best wishes for the coming year
Alison xxx

Leila on 12-01-2014
Fair Exchange
Dear Alison, beautifully put. You know me I'd be tempted to go in and make this more spare but that might lead to losing some of its lovely stormwolf trademark. Enjoyed, Leila x

Author's Reply:
Hi Leila πŸ˜‰

You know we hate to have our 'babies' cut but experience has shown me that many times the poem lends itself to pruning by those more experienced πŸ˜‰
I am thinking of a poem I put into the circle entitled 'The Wolf in Me.'
I was a brave soldier lol and the end result was testimont to being given help from others.

http://www.ukauthors.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=30459

When we stop being open to crit I feel we shoot ourselves in the foot. I know also as you say, the 'Stormwolf' bit is maybe more wordy than needed πŸ˜‰
Lovely to see you reading.

Alison xx


Progeny. ( Hollie's First Steps ) (posted on: 06-01-14)
A poem motivated by seeing my granddaughter taking her first steps.

 photo Hollieforpoem_zps98a804cf.jpg 'Hollie' Christmas 2013 Those infant feet, struggling under the burden of impatience, to investigate, explore, experience. Speak of new tomorrows. Your little legs, stronger by the day forging on, shaky but determined, kindle such a fierce fire in my heart. I see your Daddy in your fervency to conquer the globe, nursery first. The hands that currently support you will fade into the background as you progress and learn. The hearts who love you will ache, with every necessary pain of growth, disappointment suffered... but expand and melt together with pride on your achievements, Smiling, always, in your shadow. Those arms around you now offering guidance to your faltering steps, will remain and never fail you... Walk on, my precious girl. Into your world. Grandma Stormwolf
Archived comments for Progeny. ( Hollie's First Steps )
Mikeverdi on 06-01-2014
Progeny. Hollie’s First Steps
Your love and affection shine through these words, I hope one day she will get to read and understand both the poem and the woman who wrote it.

Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Yes, I hope she will. The whole family is now captured in my poetry one way or the other πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

Bozzz on 06-01-2014
Progeny. Hollie’s First Steps
Hope new subjects keep arriving so that we can share the pleasures. I call this riding high rather than laying low, but glad as it demonstrates your excellent 'coefficient of restitution'** Belated congratulations Alison - and Bravo !
**e.g., Degree of bounce after impact of a flexible body with a hard surface.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much David.
I confess I did not expect to be writing or posting for a good while and even then could not envisage what my subject matter would be.....but then I saw my little granddaughter and before I knew it, the Muse came to call. 😃
I hope that the coming year will keep me stimulated to write and when climbing out of the pit my friends always remark I come back stronger.
Whether that will translate into my poetry remains to be seen ha ha
Alison xxx

MrMarmite on 07-01-2014
Progeny. ( Hollie’s First Steps )
What a beautiful poem and your love for this little girl oozes out in your words.She looks a little smasher in her Christmas hat by the way.A well crafted poem and a worthy nine mark.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and the super rating!
Yes, she's a wee smasher alright and just like her dad, been smiling from birth.

Alison x


Yule Moon Rising (posted on: 20-12-13)
A poem highlighting the age-old effect the Moon has on so many over the centuries.

 photo moom_zpsa9e58a03.jpg There's a strange telling moon suspended in my night sky. Engaged in sliver soliloquy above a world in travail. Only this morning, the sky, was full of angels... in cirrus-sequenced wonder. Transfixing me on the pavement, spellbound. But tonight the Lunar Lady, takes prime-time prominence. Her song to me is never muted. I hear her, in this refuge in the city... I know strange times are on their way. Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Yule Moon Rising
Nomenklatura on 20-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
Yes, I liked this. I liked the shape of it on the page. As for the poem, Mysterious, and numinous maybe, with subtlety: very good.

I think things like 'cirrus-enhanced' need the hyphen as shown, but I could be wrong.

Good stuff.
Ewan

Author's Reply:
Hi Ewen
Just the sort of feedback I welcome. I have amended it and also added a hyphen later in 'prime-time'...I am usually very fluid with the hyphens lol but this def needed that. I have looked at the poem a lot. I used to post and feel that the poem was finished and at times I still do πŸ˜‰ but at other times I swither about taking out lines or perhaps embellising and so I welcome honest feedback.
A poem can take many shapes and that is one of the benefits of posting here πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Bozzz on 20-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
00Not a sky watcher myself, but as long as there are angels I am up for them. Thanks for the brief flight. Await the 'strange times' with trepidation. As ever, Alison, you are on the mark for elegance. Moon is allegedly in full cheese mood over Xmas - please let it be cheddar rather than blue. Depends how you were brought up.
Minor comment : 'pavement' sounds a bit 'pedestrian' (ha ha) the context - consider 'patio' as more romantic ?...XXX...David

Author's Reply:
Hi David
pavement' sounds a bit 'pedestrian' (ha ha) the context - consider 'patio' as more romantic ?

heheheh well in actual fact the poem, when written the other day, said I "got off my bike" lol for it is of course, written from fact and I was at risk of getting knocked down standing looking at the sky like a looney πŸ˜‰
Yes, I may need to use some poetic license here. I did change 'bike' as I thought it was too dull etc but I used pavement to highlight the fact that I was on route but struck by what I was seeing.
I will give it some thought but for now, having an early night to get ready for my grandkids first thing. Thanks so much for dropping in, reading and your very generous rating. I have not felt in the mood for writing / reading much of late but the winter solstice is tomorrow after which i usually perk up a bit.

Alison xxx

Kipper on 21-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
For reasons about which I am not entirely sure, I am a moon person (I have all the quarters and stuff in my diary) so I enjoyed your poem. For all it is the one thing in the sky that we know most about, it remains aloof and mysterious.
I like the image of the Lunar lady in silver soliloquy.
Best regards, Michael

Author's Reply:
Thank you Michael and what you say about her is true. Mysterious, carrying feminine energy, receptive, dreaming and affecting the emotions.
Merry Christmas

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 22-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
Beautiful Alison, just beautiful xxxxxxx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike. Your cheque is on its way.

Alison πŸ˜‰ xxx

deadpoet on 22-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
I wonder what you know about the strange times that I don't know? Perhaps strange times for you- surely not all of humanity? I am secure in my part of the world. But the moon is fascinating together with the sky and clouds at night.Not to mention the stars. Ah night skies!...

Author's Reply:
Reading between the lines of this comment and your last one I can deduce something is irrirtaing you about my work. If you don't like it don't read.
As for me knowing strange times are on their way, I am not saying whether it is for humanity or on a personal front but please allow me to express my own feelings as you have on your work.

Alison

deadpoet on 22-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
I may very well steer clear of your work Alison- you seem very sensitive not to argue you own point. If this is about the moon , fine. But why you mix personal profecies into it I have no idea. I don't 'buy' your profecies. They're strange!

Author's Reply:
As I say, sorry if you are not feeling well or whatever but please do not comment on my work any more as I have no intention of having an online arguement. You have had nothing but postive encouragement and non judgemental acceptance from me, as I see you cannot reciprocate.

That's it from me.
Oh and as far as the moon affecting feelings? That's been known for centuries and I see no good reason why I should explain myself to you. You dont get it, fine. No loss to me.

deadpoet on 22-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
Oh how ridiculous- you rub my back and I'll rub yours- just because I didn't actually rub your back.
Good luck with your one day poetry


Author's Reply:
Jealousy is a terrible thing. I am reporting you now and blocking you.

Andrea on 22-12-2013
Yule Moon Rising
Whatever the grievance is, can you please either remain civil in public comments or confine yourself to personal pm's.

Author's Reply:


Claustrophobia (posted on: 20-12-13)
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 photo fb00b99b-4322-4bdc-805b-a48a1f9fe61c_zps82e8c449.jpg The Pleiades Constellation There is no brew strong enough, to dull the pain. Nor film yet made, suitably engaging to transport the senses to a different sphere, indifferent to visual witness, denying inner awareness. No material trinket worthy, nor physical release yet experienced, able to shut the door on the infinite torment or abject loneliness... of being trapped in the third dimension while yearning for the sixth. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Claustrophobia
Bozzz on 21-12-2013
Claustrophobia
As you say, we are both racked with pain at the inequalities and inadequacies of man's behaviour to man. You say loneliness, but the world is with you - though mostly we are helpless to apply corrective action. Please do not try to leave the third dimension - because escape means living in fantasy and that really helps nobody. Just my thoughts Alison....yours are nibworthy as ever !....XXX.. David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Thanks for reading as always. The loneliness I speak of here is much deeper than that..it's hard to explain but I have known it all my days. I have many wonderful and long-standing friends and loving family but I still feel a certain alienation, so I do not speak about it often, even to my closest friends.
If you met me, I am anything but miserable and seemingly introspective, the very opposite but my deeper side is too deep for sharing. Even posting this, at what is a happy time of year (if we do not scrape beneath the surface) feels swimming against the tide. I simply cannot buy into the illusion of what we have been fed as reality. (not about Christmas...about everything) πŸ˜‰
It would lead to an easier life if it was not so.

Alison xx

ps thank you to the nibbers. Was on the point of deleting πŸ˜‰

Mikeverdi on 22-12-2013
Claustrophobia
Alison, you are one of the reasons I stayed on this site; don't you dare start with the deleting shit! Just look at the number of hits you get; not the brickbats from one our two twats. You matter on this site... and don't forget it.
Mike
I have met you and you are as mad as a Hatter...I wouldn't have you any other way xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Author's Reply:
Mad as a hatter? and that was me toning myself down! πŸ˜‰ Thanks for the encouragement Mike and the wonderful rating!

Alison xxxxxxxxx

Nemo on 22-12-2013
Claustrophobia
Hi Alison. Your brave poem must not be deleted - it speaks of what most are afraid to acknowledge or are unable to articulate. It goes to the core of the angst of being alive with the existential loneliness of being locked inside oneself coupled with the anguish one experiences when not being able to avoid thinking about it. Pascal thought he'd solved it with his wager but we don't all go along with it and look for other solutions, or have to cope with none at all. Best wishes for a Happy Christmas, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gerald,
Your comment "It goes to the core of the angst of being alive with the existential loneliness of being locked inside oneself coupled with the anguish one experiences when not being able to avoid thinking about it."
moved me deeply... for I don't think I have ever heard anyone put it so well, having obviously seen where I am coming from.
I think when we post verry intimate things that reveal a side to uis that we may prefer to keep hidden...it does leave you vulnerable but I do believe in stepping out of my comfort zone (then worrying about it later πŸ˜‰ )

I have been a seeker after truth all my conscious life and I feel now that I know, so much less than I thought I did, on starting out...which can only be a good thing I suppose, for it demonstrates a mind that is open and enquiring.
The human condition has intrigued me all my days, for we really are brave, as we all know we are going to die one day and seeing as most of us are scared of that....we manage to put it on a back burner.

I am not afraid, rather been aware I am only "passing through" but recently, seeing the slide into total global corruption and poisoning of the earth and minds...it has been like living in hell. I sometimes envy those who do not think too deeply.

Merry Christmas to you and yours

Alison xx

PS thanks so much for the rating!!!

deadpoet on 22-12-2013
Claustrophobia
This is down right depressing reading. I hope you feel better soon.. look at the bright side- it helps

Pia

Author's Reply:
Sorry Pia but that is the kind of response that makes people hesitant to post.

Alison x

deadpoet on 22-12-2013
Claustrophobia
I just don't get why you let things that are in the NEWS get you down? All you have to do is live purely to your best knowledge and you should rest in yourself that you are doing all you can to make the world a better place. You can't let it get you this depressed and wish you weren't here and surely you're the only one who ISN'T afraid of dying. I don't get it?

Author's Reply:
What's it to YOU what I think? eh? I mean, coming from someone who calls themselves "dead poet" and has posted lots of frankly dark stuff...I am really offended by your comments and feel there is something else niggling you. Also how the hell do you know what's going on in my life? The news is that last place i look for truth and I have a life outside of this place and facebook.
Look, just avoid my page in future.

YOU posted a great long piece about your depression and had nothing but postive encouraging things left in return. What you feel about me does not actually matter but please don't make personal comments on fellow poet's work about the content for it really will affect people feeling willing to share deep feelings. As I say, rant on somewhere else.


Edinburgh 2013 (posted on: 15-11-13)
And ever has it been known, that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation Kahlil Gibran

 photo 8f33700878e78e431e0fcf97eb7764bc_zps716f2c8e.jpg Leaving, tears the soul. Intensifies the knowledge of surrender to fate. Those parting hugs restrained beyond measure, when the heart wants to burst but the mask remains firm. I swear, I fade a little every time we separate. A piece of the other follows up the street. Hovering, invisibly but warming the heart at a distance. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Edinburgh 2013
Mikeverdi on 15-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013
There you go again......
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
haha Yes, tuning into the pain in order to write πŸ˜‰

Alison x

deadpoet on 15-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013
Very emotional Alison- you must be a very feeling person..

Author's Reply:
Hi Pia, Yes, I am a very feeling person. Does not lead to an easy life.

Alison x

Weefatfella on 15-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013

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Aye, Parting is such sweet sorrow.
A very emotional and heartfelt write Alison.

Some length ae erms oan yie, tae huv taen a selfie fae that distance, by-ra-way.

Weefatfella.xx

Author's Reply:
Aye, I was needing to call for a taxi! πŸ˜‰

Alison xxx

Yvette on 16-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013
I really enjoyed this poem. It really captures that feeling of separation, but offers a glimmer of hope.

Author's Reply:
Hello Yvette πŸ˜‰
Welcome to UKA. Thanks for dropping in and reading.
Yes, the ending speaks of the love in the heart.

Alison x

Bozzz on 16-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013
A feeling person, yes, you are just that and more. Each time I lose a family member, I know that a part of me is gone too.
Feeling means healing - the piece says it all for me. Thanks..David

Author's Reply:
Thanks David. As you say, when I say goodbye to someone, whether it's me leaving or them leaving, a part goes along.

Alison x

pommer on 21-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013
Yes, yes, what a feeling description of parting.Thank you for sharing. Pommer

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and rating Pommer!

Alison x

RustyBrother on 23-11-2013
Edinburgh 2013
When we leave our closest people, we always take part of them with us and leave part of us in them.

Author's Reply:
Yes, and I find that both heartening but also saddening too in a way. I wish we all lived nearer each other but my family is spread out. ;-(

Alison x


Timeless (posted on: 15-11-13)
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 photo 92877122-bce6-4a62-9465-82a3c35580d9_zps6ebd0094.jpg Ageing, is a robbing bastard. Sneaks in under radar and steals treasure with his veil of subtlety, confusion and memory plunder. We sit in a triad, trying to resurrect your incredible intellect, sense of humour... The pathos would not be lost to you, in other times. Still, etched in memory there you stand, Mum. In your cotton summer dress, smiling. That, is how I see you, will always see you. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Timeless
ifyouplease on 15-11-2013
Timeless
excellent!

Author's Reply:
Absolutely delighted with your rating Nic and for taking it into favs.
Alison xx

Nomenklatura on 15-11-2013
Timeless
Succinct and moving. Well done.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Ewen πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 15-11-2013
Timeless
Oh bugger...sometimes your poetry almost makes me cry with the pain of it. You don't just bring your own memories to the page. Beautifully done Alison, up there with the best. XxX

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Mike. I confess I cried all the way through writing this. I try to engage the emotions as I write thanks so much for the fab rating.

Alison x

Bozzz on 15-11-2013
Timeless
Alison, a first verse to die for. A lesson for us all
Lucky mother, plucky daughter....David


Author's Reply:
Much appreciated David. Delighted with your generous rating.

Alison x

Weefatfella on 15-11-2013
Timeless
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Spot on Alison.
Nuff said.
Weefatfella.xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Wee fats. πŸ˜‰
Alison xxx

deadpoet on 15-11-2013
Timeless
Beautiful-

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading Pia,
appreciated.

Alison x

Kipper on 15-11-2013
Timeless
Beautifully 'spoken'. How I envy you for those memories.
Michael

Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal,
Yes, I realise that some people have not had this to look back on. I was the black sheep between my sister and me and it's only been in the last few years that my mum and I have grown close. I thank God I was granted the years to understand one another better.
I never realized before the debt I owe her.

Alison x

Bozzz on 16-11-2013
Timeless
Hi again Alison. Have re-read your piece because I realised that you had labelled 'ageing' as a masculine robber. As all of my saleable visible attributes (if indeed there ever were any) were stolen long ago by a female seductress, how can the blame game be played otherwise.... You did sneak that one in under the radar my dear friend !!....XXX David

Author's Reply:
Ha ha I never thought about that. I suppose one could think I lay all the blame for anything negative in the male gender.
Not that I dislike men (anything but) I suppose I was thinking on the character of ageing as being neutral rather than any gender. (I could change it to 'a' rather than 'his' if you think that would be better? )
xxx

ValDohren on 16-11-2013
Timeless
Lovely Alison - sadly my mother-memories are rather more disturbing.
Val x



Author's Reply:
Thanks for the rating Val. I realize I have been lucky with my mother.
Alison x

pommer on 21-11-2013
Timeless
Beautiful Alison, brought back many memories of many many years ago. I loved her so much, thank you for sharing, Pommer xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading, rating and enjoying it πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Andrea on 21-11-2013
Timeless
I never knew my mother, Alison - your poem made me wish I had.

Author's Reply:
Yes, sadly so many have not had very happy childhoods. I owe my mum a lot.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 21-11-2013
Timeless
Like others I have returned to this poem to breath in again the memories it envoked, in doing so I realised I was thinking about my mother-in-law rather than my own mother. In some ways I shouldn't be upset by this as I had a stilted relationship with my mother; but it was a weird feeling. A poem that brings so much to so many... Be proud Alison.
Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Mike. I have now written many poems for my mum although I never let her read them (well have on occasion) Just another way to show her I love her and am glad she is my mother.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 24-11-2013
Timeless
Super tribute to mom, Alison. Aye! That's how I will always remember her now as well. Keep penning for posterity, my friend...



Greg πŸ™‚



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BTW- Sorry for my negligence. This week is a seven-day work week for us, I just got home from doing some work for a friend and have to get up at 3. It's 8:30 now. Pretty much the way things have been. Miss ya too!

Oh, and thanks for the hot author pick. That was both satisfying and humbling if at possible.

Author's Reply:
Hi Greg, It's me who had been neglectful. I am very happy to have you on fav authors list and know you as a friend too πŸ˜‰
Alison xx


Potholing Amended (posted on: 28-10-13)
A poem about reaching out to others Amended thanks to Franciman πŸ˜‰

 photo marburg_uganda_feature_03_zpsa0b6ad6d.jpg Entering the deep pain of another, stepping over broken hearts, fractured lives, anxiety hangs like stalactites... One wrong move, word or action and legions of bats take wing. Their darkness is suffocating too. Only the foolhardy enter those inner caves of suffering; Calling out among half buried remnants. Better to be there, holding a flickering candle, than elsewhere, uncaring.  photo rsz_cavecandle_zps68e8cd93.jpg © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Potholing Amended
ValDohren on 29-10-2013
Potholing
Well expressed Alison. Many people avoid potholing of this type - afraid of the dark perhaps.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Hi Val
I do online and in person counselling. It is hard as I find it difficult to re-assess my boundaries and it can be draining.
However, I believe one of the purposes of life is to help one another.
I appreciate you reading and rating.
Alison xx

Bozzz on 29-10-2013
Potholing
More like pot healing, feeling the shards and trying to reconstruct the pot in the dark. Brilliant poem, Alison, brilliant analogy. I feel like this much of the time in my work - thank you for this poem....David

Author's Reply:
I thought this would resonate with you David.
Putting oneself on the line metaphorically, is a dangerous and at times unrewarding business.
Those of us who really care find it hard to switch off.
Thank you so much for seeing what I was trying to put over.
Alison xxx

deadpoet on 30-10-2013
Potholing
It is a blessing to have true friends who can spread some light. Nicely described in your poem.

Author's Reply:
thanks so much Pia.
Alison x

cooky on 30-10-2013
Potholing
Your work has its own signature. I could pick your poems out of a thousand unsigned poems. Love this one.

Author's Reply:
I think I could say the same with your work Cookie am so delighted with your rating too.
.
Alison x

Bozzz on 30-10-2013
Potholing
Hi Alison again, I put this poem up for a nib and am deeply shocked at the refusal - clearly they have not understood its importance and know not what they should be doing - unforgivable in my book. xxx...David
Hope Andrea reads this.

Author's Reply:
Hi David
Nobody can actually recommend a nib or complain if one is not awarded. I do thank you for your goodwill and appreciate greatly your appreciation of my poem :D. Xxx

Nemo on 31-10-2013
Potholing
Hi Alison. This powerfully and economically conveys the dangers involved in entering minds. I admire the way the caving metaphor works in parallel. Regards, Gerald.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Gerald.
Anyone who gives me a rating of 10 heals my inner child who was told many times in school that I was too much of a dreamer to ever amount to much. 😀
I have loved poetry all my life.

Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 31-10-2013
Potholing
I have read this several times, I am with David on the Nib thing. I see you have been Nominated instead. It's a great write Alison, taken me a while to comment; it was stirring feelings I found difficult to deal with (as it should). I too will press the Nom button and hope it works.
Mike x x x


Author's Reply:
Thanks for all your support and great rating, Mike.
Taking a break from posting for a while.
Take care
Alison xxx


Role Play (posted on: 25-10-13)
An older one taken out and reworked πŸ˜‰

 photo rsz_cupid-and-psycheemail_zps2c8fc2b4.jpg I am his Psyche and he is my Eros; He rescued me from the underworld and took me to his bed. Where he tied my hands with gossamer and bound my eyes in dreams. Such delightful thraldom heightens the pleasure of his nearness. Intensifies teases... Fire is alive in me; He is air to my passion and the fusion consumes us in elemental bliss. Lost in wanton surrender. Entwined, engaged. As the world turns. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Role Play
Mikeverdi on 25-10-2013
Role Play
Dirty little strumpet! I love it xxx

Author's Reply:
Hurray! A comment at last! 😀
Don't know why erotica (especially tame like this) has folk so reticent. Sorry you think it's dirty Mike 😉
I think it's something to be celebrated.
😝
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 25-10-2013
Role Play
Nothing wrong with erotica, I had a life before old arrived with all it's baggage lol. Dirty is just a word XxX

Author's Reply:
Oh well, my Red Velvet erotic poem tops my list with 1562 reads so obviously folk like to read lol πŸ˜‰

Bozzz on 26-10-2013
Role Play
I know Erotic action allows no patience, but it's only Saturday and you are way down the list. Only the hardened traveller gets this far. I rest my weary head on your words (and picture) - Surely a classic of its kind. Spirit is revived and lust replaces fatigue. I am here. Ready when Eros is gone. Best slip in my 10 quickly... XXX David

Author's Reply:
Bless you David!

I know it's only early days but just recently I deleted another poem that was confrontational or out of the box. A part of me says to stay in 'safe mode' but I am afraid that would dampen me down and that is not for me. ;-/
I am most grateful for your encouragement and very humbled by your rating.
I want to say that even after posting for several years.....I still feel anxious.............. for I never play safe....and I very much appreciate the support and genuine encourgement I get here.

Alison xxx


Sea Creatures Amended (posted on: 18-10-13)
In dream analyses water = the mind / consciousness

 photo rsz_img_386_mermaids-the-body-found-on-animal-planet-argues-mythical-sea-creatures-are-aquatic-apes_zps00ad45ca.jpg We can dance in the shallows. Splash and laugh in the small waves. Dip toes in twinkling, sun-dappled aquamarine. Luxuriate on warm quartz sand, holding conch-shell-consciousness. and white horse fantasy. But It's when the night comes and the dark oceans swell. as the Kelp sways in deep green under-currents, moon-controlled and mysterious... That we plumb the depths and explore our inner longings and true passions. Be brave Dive deep. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Sea Creatures Amended
Bozzz on 18-10-2013
Sea Creatures
As descendants of amoeba and paramoecium, water is our original habitat - 'the pools from whence we came' and we do well to partake in timely fashion. Thank you for the bouchees, gills at the ready. .....David

Author's Reply:
Thanks you David.
I was away from the PC and was very frustrated, as once posted....this poem did not read as I wanted it to. I have since ruthlessly amended it but it says the same thing....only in a less 'wordy 'way πŸ˜‰
Your attention is always greatly appreciated.
Alison x

ValDohren on 18-10-2013
Sea Creatures
A tricky business, delving deep into the unconscious - never know
what we might find! An interesting write Alison, thought-provoking.
Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val. I agree. When studying dream analyses in two courses and then in several private dream groups, I was always amazed at how the dream world speaks to the 'real us'..NOT the face we so often wear for the world.

It does take courage to face ourselves and trust to be part of such a group.
Thanks so much for the rating.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 19-10-2013
Sea Creatures
Thought provoking Alison, interesting metaphors; very conceptual. Mike

Author's Reply:
Been away Mike so all behind in commenting and responding.

Thanks for dropping in and your lovely rating. I have come back to this poem as it started off as a very short one to illustrate a painting of my daughter's and after deciding to post it, I think I got all carried away. This is the thing with everything in the creative realm. Same as in art. Do we leave the painting / poem...suggesting more or do we go to town and keep on adding and overload the concept altogether?

I felt I had done the latter and so have amended it.
As I said in a previous comment, it says the same but in a more concise way. It could even be pruned further but did not want to lose nice imagery. A bit like pruning a flower. Do we prune it down to the stalk?

Many thanks as always

Alison x

mageorge on 20-10-2013
Sea Creatures
I will dive deep, Alison. Not sure what I'll find, but that's all part of it!

Striving for meaning,
Mark.


Author's Reply:
If you have the courage to dive deep?
You better be prepared to be shocked lol. πŸ˜‰
Thanks for dropping in!
Alison x

pommer on 22-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
Very interesting Alison.Meaningful.One never knows what one finds. Be lucky, Pommer

Author's Reply:
In a dream group, we have to agree to a strict confidentiality clause before we start, for the seemingly innocent dreams we share...turn out to strip is to the bare bones....

Thanks so much for reading and rating.
Alison x

Nomenklatura on 22-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
I think this is just fine. I liked the layout, including the two exhortations to finish off. The only thing I would do is lose the exclamation mark at the end, but that is a purely subjective thing.

A really good poem
regards
Ewan

Author's Reply:
Hi Ewan,
Thanks for coming to my aid. I have ditched the exclamation mark. My early poems were peppered with them and it took me a while to understand that the reader can make their own minds up.
I was in two minds to post both my amended poem and the original to compare and contrast the difference but I much prefer 'cutting my gas to a peep' here and am glad that your seasoned eye thought it was the right thing to do πŸ˜‰

Alison x

RustyBrother on 22-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
Yes. It's always a good idea to state the minimum and let the reader participate. Excellent contrast between the surface day and the depths of night. Well done, Alison.

Reuben

Author's Reply:
Delighted you got the contrast between the waking state of triviality, maybe at times shallowness, masks or refusal to confront our true selves and the descent that takes place during the night when all pretense is stripped away and dream imagery takes over.

Very uplifted by your rating as well.

Alison x

Buschell on 24-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
Moon controlled...and me...70% water...I love my high tides...good stuff wolf lady.

Author's Reply:
That's it in a nutshell...we are 70% water and affected by such things.
(Ask anyone who knows me...they will assure you I have been a lunatic all my life ;-( )

Alison x

MrMarmite on 25-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
As I've only been on this site for a short while I'm only just starting to read other poets here.I have just read some of your work and am very impressed.This poem intrigues me the most though as I get such wild and vivid dreams !
In fact not only strange dreams but ones where I dream of a person or situation,then the next day or two find them becoming reality,what's all that about ?
I often dream of a person then find myself bumping into him or her in the street,when I haven't seen them for years. Strange but exciting too.
All the best. Kevin.

Author's Reply:
Hi Kevin
Thanks for your nice comments on my poetry. You have obviously got the blessing of a rich inner life (like me)
We tend to downplay the imagination as though it is a negative thing but the facts are that the imagination is actually the gateway to other worlds. It is not a state of bleary eyed escape in to fantasy but an active expansion of consciousness.
I have been a 'lucid dreamer' all my life so I actually wake up and become fully conscious in dreams. I wish it happened more often for it comes with profound feelings of wonder, joy and liberation, as I am aware that my body is lying somewhere asleep and I am awake in my dream body.

You ask about your dreams....this is what we calls precognition dreams. Carl Jung had several. I am incredibly interested in dreams due to my own personal experiences.
I cannot go into it all here but you are definitely tuning in and you are clearly psychic as well.

Many people have had the experience of having a 'naughty' dream about somebody they know....and find that next time they see that person it's not only they who feel a bit awkward but the person in the dream!
In short, dreams are real and maybe we are dreaming now. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

MrMarmite on 26-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
Hi Alison. Many thanks for replying much appreciated.
I was only talking to my sister recently about dreams,as she says she envies mine !She says she never remembers hers at all,but I recall nearly all mine. I have been called psychic before as I have had so many strange things happen over the years.
I use mind games often for example I like to walk down a road I've never been before and say to myself the next house number will be such and such,and I get the number spot on nearly every time.Or before I put the radio on I'll think strongly about a certain record and on many occasions it will be played within the next ten minutes.
We all get the one where we know our mobile will ring,but I often get a vibe not to answer it,and find out later a person I don't want to talk to was ringing.
I'm so glad you understand all this because it niggles me when people just put everything down to coincidence,or it's all in your mind.How narrow minded is that ?
Anyway all the best Alison,and all I can say is--Dream On !

Author's Reply:

Texasgreg on 27-10-2013
Sea Creatures Amended
Aye! Though I may have water on the brain, I still know how to appreciate the beauty in life. Didn't see your previous, but I feel it turned out quite well as it wove the desired magic on my spirit.

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
How did I miss this comment? I must have water on my brain as well lol
Alison xxx


The Cossetting (posted on: 14-10-13)
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 photo t1rsz_1christophe_vacher_9_zpsa8bdd24f.jpg Cover me with clouds. That I may lose myself in that misty armour. May clothe my nakedness, protect my integrity and shield me from those who would rip me from the sky. Cover me with clouds. That I can have the vantage point to see with high perspective, and weep with free abandon my oceans full of stormy tears. The sun upon my shoulders en-wrapped in downy bliss. Cover me with clouds. So I can be invisible. Dissolve into the heavens keep company with stars; Drift on in azure vaults. See everything more clearly my heart at one with dawn. Cover me with clouds. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for The Cossetting
deadpoet on 14-10-2013
The Cossetting
I would like to be covered by clouds after reading this Alison- sounds like a good and secure place to be. A very beautiful poem.

Pia

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it Pia and delighted with your rating. I never know how any poem is going to go down πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Bozzz on 14-10-2013
The Cossetting
Oh Alison, the sense in this poem is delicious, but the physics are a bit optimistic - 'opti' being the word ! - there speaks science not licence. Ah well, infra-red can solve the problem for you so it must receive a mention! Will be watching from Cloud 9...xxx. David


Author's Reply:
Where would I be without a bit of poetic license?
πŸ˜‰
BTW Is that you there on that neighbouring cloud? I was always intrigued at the child's view of Heaven with us all sitting about, playing harps bored shitless lol πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for your most welcome comments and rating!

Alison x

JackCrowe on 14-10-2013
The Cossetting
I really like this, some lovely imagery. 'The sun upon my shoulders' - downy bliss indeed.

Author's Reply:
Aye, nothing like a bit of downy bliss now and again you know πŸ˜‰
Thanks for dropping in.

Alison x

franciman on 14-10-2013
The Cossetting
Hi Alison,
Oozes class and...ehm; well...sex appeal. Luscious lyrics and I loved it.
My only gripe; I think the oh yes... line is unnecessary, It's When Harry Met Sally for me. But then that's just me.
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
I have removed it if you feel it was superfluous to requirements. I thought it added emphases but there again sometimes less is more as they say 😜

Thanks as ever and delighted with rating. 😃

Alison x


Mikeverdi on 16-10-2013
The Cossetting
Another Gem from you, love the picture as well. Jim dared to pose a question so I wonder if I may: The word MAY as in clothe, it fits but is it necessary? This is a question not a criticism, you know how dumb I am; it just seemed out of place. Mike XxX

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,

YOUR opinion is as precious as anyone's and I totally take on board what you suggest and think its a very valid suggestion.
I could change the poem and I don't think it would lose much but to be honest I used it here as a sort of 'bridge' but agree it could be done either way.
If anyone ever tried to change what I am trying to say by suggesting major changes that did not feel right to me, I would not change but am always open to genuine suggestions such as this.

Alison xxx

Texasgreg on 23-10-2013
The Cossetting
I too see more clearly whilst my head are in the clouds, Alison. Aye, the imagery is lovely! How was London?

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:


Hearing Heaven (posted on: 13-09-13)
A poem to remind me that God is in control. Dedicated to Mike (Verdi) after reading his last poem 'Overtime' that spoke of emptiness on leaving.... --> OVERTIME

 photo whirlwind_zpsf205db4a.jpg I am to be found within the smallest seed; I lie in sweet repose in winter's iron ground. Explode with blossom come the spring. In nature I abound. I am to be found in a new born baby's cry, an old man's last soft breath the aged's weary eye… The mystery of death the heart suffused with pain, the mourner's bitter tears. (You do not cry in vain.) I am to be found in the lover's warm caress; In sunset's molten glow in twilight's sweet redress; In dawn's ethereal light in deepest inky night; Through all your fears and woes when fate runs you a-ground.. Yes, even in that pit of doom Still even there! I'm found. I am to be found within all things I made; Each feathered bird in flight, each tiny creeping thing. I live within your heart; I'm in the song you sing. I'm everywhere you look I'm where you cannot see. So rest and be assured Your soul is safe with Me. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Hearing Heaven
Mikeverdi on 14-09-2013
Hearing Heaven
You do me great honor Alison, wonderfully crafted beautiful words; almost enough to make a believer out of me πŸ™‚ Mike

Author's Reply:
Ah yes, but not quite? lol
This is one from my archives that on re-reading made me think of those who do not have faith. I never judge anybody (I hope) and certainly do not blame anyone for not liking 'religion' but to true believers we see God in everything.
I am glad you liked it.
Alison x

Bozzz on 15-09-2013
Hearing Heaven
I loved the poem too. Pure and simple, a delight to read. In the next issue I have put my penny to Mike. We are old friends and I know what he and his wife are going through....David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Thanks for the lovely comment. This one seems to have not gone down too well or maybe due to being the bottom of the heap but it is a re-post and was enjoyed first time round.

Alison x

pommer on 15-09-2013
Hearing Heaven
I loved it. Beautifully crafted. I am impressed. Pommer.xx

Author's Reply:
aww thank you Pommer. Much appreciated. xxx
Alison

stormwolf on 16-09-2013
Hearing Heaven
Many thanks to the nibbers for this.
Much appreciated πŸ˜‰

Author's Reply:

cooky on 17-09-2013
Hearing Heaven
It seems I have found another one of your gems. Beautiful write.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Cooky. Sorry for late reply,
brainfog is awful.

Alison x

RustyBrother on 08-10-2013
Hearing Heaven
Well done Alison A wordweaving indeed.
Reuben

Author's Reply:
Surprised you liked this one but happy you did.

Alison x
Ta for rating too! πŸ˜‰

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
Hearing Heaven
All was said right and well, thou I don't like 'religion' I think that God's sparkle (so small-small piece) is everywhere and is in everything.

Author's Reply:
I really dislike religion too πŸ˜‰
but I see God (creative loving energy) in everything. Thanks for dropping in.
Alison x


Storm Magic (posted on: 13-09-13)
Wonderful energy in nature. A change of tempo from my last few submissions.

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deadpoet on 13-09-2013
Storm Magic
Sounds like you got quite a charge from the storm. Good atmosphere and good choice of descriptive words- really takes you into the elements.
Pia
x

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and your considered comments Pia. Yes, there is an energy before and after storms that resonates with me πŸ˜‰
thanks so much for the rating. err all three of them lol πŸ˜‰

Alison x

deadpoet on 13-09-2013
Storm Magic
Sounds like you got quite a charge from the storm. Good atmosphere and good choice of descriptive words- really takes you into the elements.
Pia
x

Author's Reply:

deadpoet on 13-09-2013
Storm Magic
Sounds like you got quite a charge from the storm. Good atmosphere and good choice of descriptive words- really takes you into the elements.
Pia
x

Author's Reply:

franciman on 13-09-2013
Storm Magic
Hi Alison,
Sounds to me like you need a good............
stout pair of walking shoes!
I love this, womankind in touch with its darker side. It's why sailors; those storm petrels of the waves; are so successful with mermaids. This is sensuous and sensual, but never overdone nor overstated.
I like you in this kind of mood.
cheers,
Jim xx

Author's Reply:
Why Jim!
You naughty, naughty boy, you! πŸ˜‰
I am always in touch with my darker side.
Now away with you, or I may have to take you over my knee.

Alison x

Ta very much for the rating!!!

Mikeverdi on 14-09-2013
Storm Magic
Ah, you do this so well, another one for me to feast on; sensuous and eloquent writing. Mike xxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike. Glad you liked it.
I love storms. Thanks for the super rating.
Alison x

Weefatfella on 14-09-2013
Storm Magic
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Aye, Shut that bliddy windae wull yie.
There's a wuman losin the place awthegither here.
A wee bit ae wind and she's oannybuggers. Sorry aboot that hen but the nights are fair drawin in.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Don't know about a roaring wind but that comment fair made me roar with laughter WFF. πŸ˜‰
As long as there's nae storms when I'm flying down tae London on Sat.

Alison xx

roger303 on 15-09-2013
Storm Magic
Beautifully written by a sensual, ethereal pen.
It packs a punch but with a velvet hand (if that makes any sense!).
This really is good stuff and you are a talented lady.
You scrub up ok according to your pic, too!
πŸ˜‰
Roger x

Author's Reply:
Hi Roger

Makes perfect sense to me! πŸ˜‰
I can scrub up OK but don't do it very often. Don't want to be seen as a scrubber!
ha-ha Thanks so much for the rating, much appreciated.

Alison x

Texasgreg on 15-09-2013
Storm Magic
You are a Stormwolf, after all, eh?

Stimulating and evocative, which are your traits-I don't see the separation from norm. πŸ˜‰

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
Aw Greg, you sweety. Yes, it's how I got my name. What a shame you cannot be with us at the forth-coming meeting in London. I would love to have met you and listen to your drawl as you recite some of your work.

Oh well, who knows, maybe next year. ;-(

Alison xx

pommer on 15-09-2013
Storm Magic
Very well composed and evocative.I am a lover of storms by the sea .Often wandered along the coast in winter storms, Listening to their songs and stories in my vivid imagination.I loved your poem Stormwolf. I can hear the "Wolf" howling. Pommer xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Pommer and I can see the coast with the winter storms. My son stays in a place called Cruden Bay up in the NE Scotland. All cliffs and raging sea, very wild and untamed. A wonderful place to get in touch with a storm.
Thanks for reading and rating.

Alison x

orangedream on 15-09-2013
Storm Magic
Alison, this is magical. As I read it the rain was beating on my windows, and as I looked out into the garden, 'my' wild ducks had just come for their supper before braving the gale that is whipping the willow tree in all directions. Not quite as evocative as your amazing picture, but a close second. Your poem will stay with me.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina
That sounds marvelous. I think the older I get, the more able I am to live in the moment. That moment you just described is right up my street..
I am lucky enough to live near trees and a river so I am very much in touch with nature. I think I would shrivel up and die if I was not lol πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Savvi on 21-09-2013
Storm Magic
Hi Alison sorry very late here but I really enjoyed this one there is a sense of your muse running through you, charged by the storm. Only you could write this, I wish I could. S

One suggestion would be to trim the third Stanza to match the fast and furious something like,

My hair will cover my face
from silver-flashed streaks
and rebellious thunder.

Thanks K



Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
Thanks for your considered comment and your super rating.
I know what you mean and will give it some thought. Just up at the crack of dawn to go to the meeting of UKA in London so will think about it later. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

RustyBrother on 08-10-2013
Storm Magic
I love storms too and you captured the energy very well. Good one Alison.
Reuben

Author's Reply:
A case of "as above. so below" in this one.
Thanks for dropping in

Alison x

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
Storm Magic
your style of expression is original, lively and fresh)

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it. This one was a wee experiment with the soundtrack of a storm.

Alison x

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
Storm Magic
your style of expression is original, lively and fresh)

Author's Reply:


Wordless (posted on: 09-09-13)
"Best grief is tongue-less" Emily Dickson One from my archives taken out, dusted and amended. πŸ˜‰

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Archived comments for Wordless
deadpoet on 09-09-2013
Wordless
You put it into words nevertheless- very raw but I think you got it right in a few words. Like the graphics.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much DP
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 09-09-2013
Wordless
I know all of this, this poem may be 'Wordless' but it sings of despair. The feeling of loss is tangible, it reaches out from the screen. This is the poetry of yours I love. I sometimes feel guilty about rating as it somehow seems to cheapen at times...but I suspect a Nomination will make me feel better. Brilliant picture Alison. Mike

Author's Reply:
Just very moved Mike
Alison xxx

Gee on 09-09-2013
Wordless
Odd that I should find your poem today.
Sometimes words are too clumsy to express feelings, particularly those of such deep pain. Your words express it perfectly though.
"Too raw for sharing" - so very true.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gee
I hope you are not caught in the midst of this kind of thing...
Strange though, how at times we are led to read something that shows us we are not alone and that others understand that level of feeling.
I really am humbled by your rating.
Alison xx

Bozzz on 09-09-2013
Wordless
Alison, I love the silhouetted rugged self-portrait ! Emotion stirred, but still I feel a touch of introversion - is not a howl a better release than wordless silence ? What is bottle? Up - or suffering the genie to escape? But then for each of us, do we have a choice?.....David.


Author's Reply:
Hello David
This poem is written about a level of pain beyond the howl. If you have never known it, I pray you never do πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Weefatfella on 09-09-2013
Wordless
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Absolutely Fanbloodytastic Hen.
There's a coupla words fur yie.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thatyldoonicely, ta xxx

barenib on 10-09-2013
Wordless
There are times when words can find you speechless, but still you manage to find the emotions in the words. This is one of those I think, beautifully done - John x

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much John

Alison x

Darya8 on 30-01-2014
Wordless
It's really hard to express feelings and senses by words, I know it. So, it's written great)

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and the super rating. This is one of my personal favs as it is indeed, very personal. Alison x


Battle Cry (posted on: 06-09-13)
True story in honour of the bravery of the Gordon Highlanders ( now disbanded) and the days when people fought righteous wars (if there was ever such a thing) Mr Pirie was a very soft spoken gentlemen (ex Gordon Highlander) and my husband was the Territorial Medical Officer 2nd Battalion....but when he got fired up, the old soldier came out in him alright. πŸ˜‰ As we teeter on the brink of what could escalate to another world war, I am reminded of the good in the world in ordinary men. (Always liking to push my comfort zones and experiment, this one is set to music πŸ˜‰ )

 photo Bydand_zpsd2edc0d0.jpg He came, in answer to our ad. A gardener, advanced in years, we saw his gentle love of nature. We nurtured him as extended family, till the day hidden tree roots intruded on the flower beds. and his roots combined with ours in explosive power. With every blow of the pick 'Bydand'! With every trial of labouring. 'Bydand'! 'Bide and Fecht' (Stay and fight!) Never give in *** They call from the dark ground for death cannot hold them. They raise the standard for liberty and justice. Their voices warn of false leaders, inspire bravery in chaos, striving on, though the way seems suicidal... On trips back to the Highlands they cry out from granite plaques in grassy rows, facing the Moray Firth. Your timeless message has similar fertile soil Mr Pirie...  photo a27d5b6b-8b5d-45e8-ac20-6dac06d85caf_zpscca23dc0.jpg © Alison Stormwolf Music Lord Lovat's Lament
Archived comments for Battle Cry
Weefatfella on 06-09-2013
Battle Cry
Weefatfella BGBS photo b75165e4-7600-48cb-b7fd-9f85d6470df7_zps4cd05353.jpg
Aye a guid motto tae huv.
A fine tribute to the old ways of honour and virtue, that are sadly being depleted as we speak.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Hurray!
56 reads and a comment at last! lol
Thanks WFF πŸ˜‰

My ex was speaking about this the other night and how they would call out their battle cry when attacking the difficult roots in the garden. We used to get a good laugh and we remembered fondly and I said to him, "there's a poem there" and he said "well write it"...and here it is.
Such good people everywhere and yet we are being manipulated into more war by very evil men...

Well, I for one will never give in.
Alison x


amman on 07-09-2013
Battle Cry
Brilliant, Alison. You honour this old soldier with your haunting words and cautionary message of future conflict fought in a very different way from the heroic deeds of those brave men. The audio is enhanced by the accompanying background music. You must tell me how you do the audio and music; haven't got a clue.
Please allow me to nom and take into favs.
I've also had 56 reads, but, with zero comments. That's the way it goes sometimes.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
I am overwhelmed, truly at your nomination. It makes me very happy in a sad sort of way as nostalgia threatens to overtake me for a time that seems to be coming to an end.
I cannot tell you how pleased I am you 'read' this poem so well. You got everything I wanted to say.
My recent trip home where I took my son to see his grandfather's grave and seeing all the young and old men who have been lost in wars....well, they died for justice and liberty...
Here he is, walking along the 'grassy rows'
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now?

I cannot put into words what I feel about the carnage going on all over the globe and for no just cause.
Anyway, Tony, please email me (link on my profile page) and I will try to explain how to do the fancy stuff haha

Alison x

amman on 07-09-2013
Battle Cry
Me again. You might want to lose the 2nd 'd' in add (from the 1st line).
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
ooops! OMG *blushes* ta xx

cooky on 08-09-2013
Battle Cry
You have captured the essence of sacrifice. Less we forget.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky.
Yes, lest we forget.
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 08-09-2013
Battle Cry
I thought I had commented on this one, I hadn't so I 'm pleased I returned yet again to the written words. I would also like to Nominate your work, it's simply beautiful to read and to listen too. I know there is always a message in your poetry, and that sometimes I don't agree...so what it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. This time I can do both.
Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike I was aware that that was two 'battle' poems one after the other lol
Folk will think I am a right Valkrie
haha

Thanks so much for the wonderful rating.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 08-09-2013
Battle Cry
I thought I had commented on this one, I hadn't so I 'm pleased I returned yet again to the written words. I would also like to Nominate your work, it's simply beautiful to read and to listen too. I know there is always a message in your poetry, and that sometimes I don't agree...so what it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. This time I can do both.
Mike

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RustyBrother on 08-09-2013
Battle Cry
It seems that mine is going to be the only slightly discordant voice, Alison. I was a little worried at first. I found the first four lines too 'easy'. The expressions 'advanced in years' and 'gentle love of nature' seemed to me to be overused institutionalised concordances. I found them really distracting.
However, things got much better for me after that. Excellent! So glad you had a go a corrupt leaders as well.

Author's Reply:
Hi Reuben
I take on board what you say and understand that to some, to use simple phrases seems very bland but that tends to be the way I write.
I will think about what you say because there is always a better way of putting something across and being someone who takes the poem straight from the mind to the keys generally, I have learned to try not to just accept it comes in perfect form but may benefit from pruning or altering.

Yes, I take in corrupt governments because I am sick to the very guts with cowards, liars and spineless war-mongorers telling us how to live.
Thanks for reading commenting and rating!!!
Alison x

RustyBrother on 08-09-2013
Battle Cry
Sorry Alison. I wasn't arguing against simple language. I love simple, direct language. I t doesn't mean that the ideas are simple. In fact that is one of my pet hates. People who hide a lack of ideas behind overly complex language - politicians are expert at doing that! For me, though, 'advanced in years' is an unnecessary euphemism. What's wrong with 'old'? Even simpler. :))


Author's Reply:
Me too! I cannot stand those who say why use one word when ten will do etc.
Not offended at all...what IS wrong with just saying old? I suppose it's more 'poetic' to say advanced in years but maybe I should have pushed the boat out and used 'decrepit' lol
πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Battle (posted on: 26-08-13)
Recent highly commended in the open poetry contest. Re-posted for new readership.

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pommer on 26-08-2013
Battle
This is beautiful Alison,brings back memories of my five years of being a patient of Haematology. All right now.a well composed poem. Be lucky, Pommer.

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Pommer.
This poem was written about myself but I have since been contacted by so many who told me they could relate.
I am very moved that it is a poem that others can relate to and in this way, we can maybe de-energize the fears and insecurities that assail us when the body's defences are at their lowest (4am) and understand that we all share those moments of feeling adrift from comfort.

Alison x

Bozzz on 26-08-2013
Battle
A tour de force - a force de frappe - hits hard where it counts. Who, in all honesty, cannot relate to this unless they are unwilling know themselves. Andrea's sorting method is blind and has been unkind to this brilliant flash of genius....
David

Author's Reply:
Delighted you liked this one David. πŸ™‚
The truth is that the sorting of the poems has nothing to do with the Boss...it's just the way the cookie crumbles, so to speak.
I have been uplifted to know how many share this feeling.
Thanks so much for your wonderful rating and to know that it came across as intended.
Alison xx

Mikeverdi on 27-08-2013
Battle
I have already told you how I feel about this one, it's that good. I'm so pleased you posted it again; and with the picture. Mike

Author's Reply:
Wow thanks so much Mike for the nom I think πŸ˜‰ and your appreciation of the poem. As I say, seems there are quite a few of us for whom the wee small hours can at times be full of anxieties....funny how things usually seem brighter by daybreak.
Alison xx

amman on 27-08-2013
Battle
Found you at the bottom of the pile. I know the feeling. As you say, it's the way the cooky crumbles. This has a classic feel to it and the darkness of the words meld well with the nighttime pic.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
"Found you at the bottom of the pile."

That's the story of my life Tony πŸ˜‰ ha ha
Yes, it's more traditional I reckon.
Thanks so much for reading, commenting and rating.
Alison x

Nemo on 28-08-2013
Battle
My wife and have been there and go there a lot, so I can identify with the pain and terror at the core of this poem. Sometimes there is no answer and no remedy, but writing about it helps. Thanks for posting, Alison.

Author's Reply:
Hi Gerald πŸ˜‰
I am so sorry to hear both you and your wife go there often...
I am humbled by your rating, knowing you do not rate highly willy-nilly so to speak. πŸ˜‰
You also read deeply when you mention fear and terror...
When the night comes, all our defenses fall and the personas and suchlike are laid aside...this makes us very vulnerable.
I suppose in the end, the realization that we are not alone, is the balm of the spirit.

Alison x

Weefatfella on 28-08-2013
Battle
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Hi Alison. I also have been there.
I pulled on that rope and climbed out of the pit.
Great write Alison.
Memories were tough though. Congrats on the Nom.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Oh I hear you. πŸ˜‰

Anyway, thanks for commenting and glad you climbed out of the pit πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

cooky on 29-08-2013
Battle
A brilliant write. Enough said

Author's Reply:
Thank you SO much Cooky!!!

Any chance of you making it to London to meet up with some of is on the 21st? Would be really great to meet you.
Alison x

Corin on 30-08-2013
Battle
O ye cruel gods - I know the feeling:-( Very well expressed Alison.



Author's Reply:
Thank you David,
I know, you know, the things I write about.
Alison x

BigIan on 03-09-2013
Battle
Stormwolf, reminds me of my lost year! When people say "Pull yourself together!" But the plus side was that I was able to help a lady whose husband was suffering the same. I could tell her what happens next.....

Poetry is not my thing, but that one clicked!

Ian

Author's Reply:
Hi Big yin
Loved the fact you commented though poetry is not your thing...and the way you understood and used your own experience to help others.
Alison x

anth2014ed on 04-09-2013
Battle
sorry this is not a comment, Alison, but could you provide permission for work to go in the Anth (see forums and FP)

Author's Reply:
Bit confused....gave permission straight away..
Any probs will attend on my return πŸ˜‰

RustyBrother on 08-09-2013
Battle
YES!

Author's Reply:
Hurrrayyyyyyyyy πŸ˜‰
Alison xx

Andrea on 08-09-2013
Battle
Lost for words, frankly - loved it!

And no, I have no 'sorting method' - submissions are shuffled on upload, in the interests of fairness πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Ta Boss! πŸ˜‰
and I know it's all the luck of the draw so to speak lol

Alison x


Through Paned Glass (posted on: 23-08-13)
Observations in twilight.

 photo 2de0553e-40be-4d5f-93f9-8a8a2da93a60_zpsfa6f8b27.jpg My coloured windmills defy descending darkness, and I am transfixed by a snap-shot in time. In this moment, all is well. My mother lives and my cat wants fed. Normality reigns. The clouds in the sky are a strange shape an anomaly. Word is that the moon has tilted... and a dark star approaches. Such random thoughts, juxtaposed against the frivolous regularity of my garden ornaments, seem heavy with intent. They speak directly to the psyche by-passing the intellect. I retreat behind closed eyes... give thanks for today and 'gird my loins' for tomorrow. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Through Paned Glass
deadpoet on 23-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Ah a philosopher and a person who gets a lot of pleasure from life.. thoughts at twilight- thank you for sharing them..

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting.

Alison x

franciman on 23-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Hi Alison,
Love the dual nature of this. I follow the belief that normality heightens the sense of foreboding. Used in this verse it sharpens the edges and the impact.
I found the 'I go inwards' line, strangely inelegant and not like you?
cheers,
Jim x (As a tilter at windmills, a tilted moon sits perfectly with me!)

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
Well, I was going to say "I retreat within" but I am talking about going into the silence in my mind and I did not want people thinking I was talking about going indoors....as I am obviously sitting in the house looking out.
I will have to think about it. We can ruin our work by over doing things and I find that I may add a bit and before I know it, I have written a new stanza that may...or may not...be beneficial to the poem as a whole.

Thanks for the rating!
Alison x

ValDohren on 23-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
I would say 'I turn inwards' if it were my write (but its not, of course). I think the line you are using now is a bit clumsy ? But as ever it is a beautiful poem with many inspired lines.
Val

Author's Reply:
Yes, it's a bit clumsy but I have now settled on a compromise.
I think it reads better now. I did not really see the problem with Jim but I take crit seriously.
I do try to fine tune before posting if only to save all these re-recordings lol Alison x

Thanks for rating much appreciated as always

Bozzz on 23-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Alison, Your words are momentous in their import. The moon tilts means that London will probably disappear under tidal waves and maybe Edinburgh too? Will loin-girding be enough ? Love the concept of 'by-passing intellect' - I need that skill often.....salvation lurks. ... Yrs, David

Author's Reply:
Edinburgh too Dear David...
Yes, if what seems to be coming does manifest, the face of earth will be changed forever...but let's face it.
When we look around and see the widespread corruption and the denigration of everything good...will it be a bad thing?
My loins are girded but not for survival...only for knowing I had a voice and I used it in a small way πŸ˜‰

Alison x
PS Are you going to London before the shit hits the fan?
lol πŸ˜‰

amman on 23-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Love the introspection of this, Alison. Beautiful words and the layout is perfect. 'and gird my loins' seemed a tad cliche but perhaps that's just me.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony,
I knew when I wrote that it could come over as such. I deliberately chose those words, so have now put them into inverted commas to show that they were not cliche.

I hoped to suggest that I am prepared for what may be coming...this is a biblical term of course and to a certain extent, I feel we are going into a biblical confrontation. To use other words would not have sufficed here.
Many thanks for reading and your super rating.

Alison x

Weefatfella on 24-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
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I would think with the loss of your mother Alison,
the moon would tilt.
A great insight into your feelings of loss.
Not just for your mum, but for maybe the whole world.
A very, as usual, poignant write.
Weefatfella.


Author's Reply:
Hi Paul
I think you have mis-understood it slightly πŸ˜‰ I am saying that I am capturing a moment in time where everything is ok, normal. (MY mother is still alive in that instant)
Then I am saying that there is word that all is not well in the heavens (Nasa 10th planet) and the falling darkness exacerbates the feeling and the coloured windmills stand out as silly and almost comforting in their joy against what may be heading our way.
I do so appreciate you reading me WFF.
Thanks as always for taking the time.
Alison xx

Leila on 24-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Dear Alison beautifully written, gentle, deep, thoughtful looking inwards. If it were my poem, which it is not, so I respectfully suggest that - Sitting in subdued silence,
observing... is not required, it removes the immediacy for me, and I am not keen on 'pregnant' with intent, otherwise a gem of a poem...Leila

Author's Reply:
Hi Leila

Many thanks for your in depth reading and comments. I respect your opinion and to my surprise the cutting out of the first three lines does not detract but maybe distils the poem more. πŸ™‚
I wrote it just sitting here looking out that window (pic) so the words were just as they came but as the poem progresses I see that it speaks of introversion that is maybe better suggested than openly stated πŸ˜‰
I have also amended pregnant to 'heavy' although not sure why you did not like that word...I always welcome your suggestions.

Alison x

Savvi on 25-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Hi Alison
There has been a lot already said here, and I'm not going to pretend that I fully understood this from the onset but I didn't miss much, the focal point of the piece and my favourite line is:-

against the frivolous regularity
of my garden ornaments,
seem heavy with intent.

this stanza pull everything into perspective, I like that you didn't shy away from what could be called clichΓ© because some times it fits the poem and this is one of those times. Best Keith

Author's Reply:

orangedream on 26-08-2013
Through Paned Glass
Alison...bowled over by this one. Truly.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina
I am SO sorry for not noticing I had not replied. Thanks as ever, for your encouragement
Alison x πŸ™‚


Love's Messenger (posted on: 12-08-13)
An old fashioned poem

 photo 2d03b37e-5d98-498c-b76a-879a37afeaa9_zpsdadc373c.jpg Come home, come home, sweet wings of love; For now, your flight arrest. And I have found a good strong tree where you can take your rest. I'll ask no more you steer your course into the dawn's pink light; Or soar in sun with eagles, nor glide in stars by night. I loved him more than thoughts could hold. Now days are cold and drear. Dark evening shadows fill the ground and you are needed here. So fold flight feathers 'cross your breast while I, my faith restore And wait the day I bid you spread those wings of love, once more. © Alison Stormwolf (artwork by Gilbert Williams)
Archived comments for Love's Messenger
ValDohren on 12-08-2013
Loves Messenger
An old fashioned poem Alison ?! - how unlike you, haha. But its lovely, and beautifully written.
Val


Author's Reply:
Thanks Val
This is a very old one re-worked. I like to write in different forms and to push boundaries. πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Weefatfella on 12-08-2013
Loves Messenger
 photo 915e0b75-fce7-4fc2-9921-556099197c13_zps1f6b3c50.jpgHi Alison. Very plaintive and poignant piece. I Hope he/she finds a new lover soon. (Yie wid normally huv thought she. Nooadays hooever, it could be either.)
Puir sowel.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Hi WFF
Not everything in this throw-away, shallow world is so easily replaced πŸ˜‰

thanks as always
Alison x

orangedream on 12-08-2013
Loves Messenger
Well penned, as ever, Alison, and it appeals, so very much, to this here old-fashioned gal;-)

Much enjoyed.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Tina πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Pronto on 13-08-2013
Loves Messenger
I loved it Alison, nowt wrong with a bit of old fashioned feeling.

Author's Reply:
I agree. thanks so much for the rating too

Alisonxc

Bozzz on 13-08-2013
Loves Messenger
A 'look back in sorrow' that is angry over absence of a loved one. Your offer of a perchable tree reflects your love of birds - that's lovely.....David

Author's Reply:
Hi David
The whole poem is a metaphor. The 'wings of love' is basically my ability to reach out in love to another....
the 'strong tree' speaks of a safe place for the injured soul to take refuge.

The second stanza speaks of the many ways and conditions the loving heart expresses itself. I have used imagery and metaphor to highlight the days and nights of a broken heart.

The next is self explanatory.

It ends on a note of hope. The 'wings' ability to reach out in love to another....are only partly retired and put on standby for some future time.
There is, indeed, a huge amount of pain in this poem. (sadness but no anger)

Alison x

Savvi on 14-08-2013
Loves Messenger
Very much enjoyed and the audio does you proud great job, Loves lost love will love again, not that old fashioned maybe the theme is but your metaphors give it a freshness. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading, commenting and the super rating. πŸ™‚
Alison x

cooky on 15-08-2013
Loves Messenger
A poem which the youth of today should read. Perhaps then they wuld appreciate life more.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky. We are showing our age now! πŸ˜‰ Thanks for the rating.
Alison x


Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature. (posted on: 09-08-13)
Paradox is everywhere... Changed the font and layout of the poem to make it more legible. Trial and error in attempting something new πŸ˜‰

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Archived comments for Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
stormwolf on 09-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
I am in the process of trying to get this more to fit. I could not get onto the site last night as I did not intend to post this until it was ready ;-(

Author's Reply:
Phew! That's a lot of work.
Might just revert to good old ordinary posting.

Andrea on 09-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
It's on Photobucket, right? You can resize it there. If not, do it in Paint. You need about 600 x 400. Lovely pic!

Author's Reply:
Thanks Boss. This is an experiment. I have almost got it πŸ˜‰

Mikeverdi on 09-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
No stopping you now! beautiful words with a stunning picture; I can forgive the little overlap (I know how hard it is) It has to be a ten from me, I love it. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Mike
I may go back and try to make the writing whiter etc but it was a huge amount of work and certainly not easy. It is nice to see a poem done up in this way but maybe not all the time. A bit of a novelty I suppose.
Thanks for your help :-)))

Alison xx

Andrea on 09-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
I love 'poems done up in this way' - brilliant!

Author's Reply:
Much appreciate your encouragement Boss. I was scared I was getting all carried away and novelty immersed lol
I think it does look lovely if done properly but sure is a lot of work.
I am glad I made the effort though.

Alison x
Ta very much for rating.

Weefatfella on 09-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
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Well Alison yie know me, A like the wee photies.
Good sentiments here.
I enjoyed both the words and the picture. I know it's hard work though, and one wee mistake...... Catastrophe!!!
Weefatfella.


Author's Reply:
Aye, had a few "catastrophes" yesterday πŸ˜‰
Glad ye like ma wee photies πŸ˜‰ xx

Alison x

ValDohren on 10-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
Beautiful poem, beautiful picture - difficult to read though. My aging eyes, even with specs, struggled a bit, but that's s just me. Lovely read.
Val

Author's Reply:
Hi Val.
Oh I know! Point taken! By the time I had finished yesterday I was bug-eyed but knew it still needed altering.
This has been a huge learning curve for me as the prog I was using seemed very complicated and the slightest thing meant everything was lost. ;-( this took me many hours of work.
The trouble is that fonts have personalities....so I had to try to find a font that was bold enough without being too clumsy for the theme which is one of light fairy energy.
Then of course the back ground had to be considered. If it was a plain background it would have been easy-peasy.
Anyway, I have altered the font now. I would have preferred to have had the pic longer but then you lose proportions etc.

I have enjoyed the challenge and it's a great way to see your work illustrated as though in a book πŸ˜‰
Maybe I could do something for one of yours one day?

Alison x

Leila on 17-08-2013
Synergie / My Love Affair with Nature.
Alison love the illustration and the beauty of the words...Leila

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much Leila. I do try to get a pic that enhances the words but this was a little experiment πŸ˜‰
Alison x


The Wraith (posted on: 09-08-13)
Wraith is a Scottish dialectal word for "ghost," "spirit" Wikipedia An apparition of a living person that appears as a portent just before that person's death. A rave from the grave (sorry about pun) and an experiment too in presentation. πŸ˜‰

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Archived comments for The Wraith
amman on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
Alison. I liked this the 1st time you posted it. Of all your output, this is my personal favourite. Super presentation this time around calls for a rating upgrade. Thank you for sharing these inspirational words.
Bravo.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony I remember you liked this one first time round. It is a personal fav of mine. One of the only poems I have written that I can recite off the cuff.
Delighted with your rating. :-)))

Alison x

Andrea on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
Lovely pic and fab font, too. Pome ain't bad, either πŸ™‚

Do you know clicking on the pome takes you straight through to your Photobucket account? If you don't want this to happen, remove all the code before the
Author's Reply:
Love that font...but some don't. I see that it does but only to that pic? A huge undertaking to re-do the pic again.;-)

Alison x

Andrea on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
You don't have to re-do it, you just need to edit and remove all the code before the
I will do it for you if you like. It only goes to that pic at the mo, but if you put anymore stuff on there, it'll be publicly viewed.

Author's Reply:
Oooh great! I managed to do it, ta, that was very annoying. πŸ˜‰

Corin on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
Alison this is beautiful, reminds me of Emily Dickinson:-


Because I could not stop for Deathβ€”
He kindly stopped for meβ€”
The Carriage held but just Ourselvesβ€”
And Immortality.

We slowly droveβ€”He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civilityβ€”

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recessβ€”in the Ring
We passed the Fields of Gayin Grainβ€”
We passed the Setting Sunβ€”

Or ratherβ€”He passed Usβ€”
The Dews drew quivering and chillβ€”
For only Gossamer, my Gownβ€”
My Tippetβ€”only Tulleβ€”

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Groundβ€”
The Roof was scarcely visibleβ€”
The Corniceβ€”in the Groundβ€”

Since thenβ€”'tis Centuriesβ€”and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternityβ€”

David

Author's Reply:
Thanks for the lovely poem and the lovely rating!
I am just an old fashioned romantic at heart πŸ˜‰
Alison x

ValDohren on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
Another beauty Alison. This will go in my favs.

Val

Author's Reply:
Over the moon Val πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
Love it! Mike xxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike πŸ˜‰

Alison xx

Weefatfella on 09-08-2013
The Wraith
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Aye. There is more than dark in the darkness...Woooo!
Great feel to this.
The spectre of death calling out the soul, waiting by the tree as promised.
Spooooky!
Thank you for this Alison.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Did it give you a dose of the willies? Good.

Thanks for taking it into favs!
Alison x

Bozzz on 10-08-2013
The Wraith
I have not seen this one before, Alison, so my bended knee before betters is in order. Timbres did make timbers shiver - strangely, more on the second reading. Simplicity in three beats and a ring of conviction are the keys. Brill' again....David
P.S. Your choice of less important words has given me food for thought. I will explain in e-mail later.

Author's Reply:
Hi David
Sorry for the tardy reply πŸ˜‰ Yes, I like to use very simple language in some poems as I trust the message in the poem to speak plainly.
This is one of the few poems I have written that is not written from fact....................yet! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

PS Thanks SO much for super rating, it means a lot .

deadpoet on 13-08-2013
The Wraith
I like the idea behnd this- the calling to the grave of the true loved. Very romantic. A lovely read and I envy your presentation.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and seeing the meaning in the poem

Alison x

sweetwater on 07-04-2014
The Wraith
I too loved this darkly enticing poem, lovely flowing read. The picture fits beautifully with the words, but I personally much prefer the words themselves to conjure up my imagiation, without the distraction of a ready made picture, but thats just me. πŸ™‚ Sue.

Author's Reply:
Hi there Sue,
I fully understand why some may prefer a poem unadorned...I like to experiment with presentation and so do enjoy trying different layouts but in the end a poem needs to be able to stand alone.

I was almost spoilt for choice when choosing pics for this one...every one gave a slighhtly different feel to it but as the poem is always one's own, then it can be laid out many different ways, indeed even reworked again and again. That is the beauty of it in my book.
I think adding pics can enhance or detract so agree with you about that. πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Kipper on 20-05-2014
The Wraith
Hi Alison.
I confess that sometimes (quite often) I find it hard to fully grasp the meaning hidden within your words. Clearly others don't so the problem is mine, not yours.
However, reading through the 'Nom' list I found 'The Wraith', which somehow I missed when you submitted it last year. It is such a lovely poem, presented in a way that is a joy to read and to understand, that I could not just let it pass.
After such a long time i hope this belated endorsement is received as it is intended; my hat is raised. (Well it would be if i was wearing one; if it wasn't after midnight; if I wasn't in bed!)
Michael
PS The presentation is stunning as well as the poem!!


Author's Reply:
Hi Micheal
Delighted you liked this one so much. It's an all time personal favourite of mine.
Of all the poems I have written over the years this one always stands out for me I have to say.
I think we are allowed to have personal favs 😜
Alison x


expat on 21-05-2014
The Wraith
Great piece, Alison - it straight away put me in mind of the atmospheric 1939 Wuthering Heights.
Quite right that you should be proud of this one - I know that I would be.
Signed
A (redeemed) Poetry Philistine.

Author's Reply:
Hi Steve:-)))
Yes, can you just see me at the window, all pale face and dark haunted eyes? *evil grin*
Thanks for dropping in, you redeemed person, you πŸ˜‰
Alison xx


The Great Division (posted on: 05-08-13)
A poem that speaks of the coming changes for humanity. The darker the world gets the more we need to concentrate on light and love.

 photo eef78001-f7a8-42e6-82a8-eecef87c477a_zpsa54b2fa2.jpg Dawn slips upon me like a night's reprieve, a few more hours, to love some more. There is a chattering on the breeze that speaks above the city's humid hush... It whispers in the mirror of my mind. Behind my eyes, my morning skies are full of black-winged portent. ''It's coming soon...'' I leave the news to do its worst; to mummify in hopeless trance the horrors of a sinking world. Polarities like lasers, will dissect awakened from the almost dead. Divine division planned at Source. Still, the whispers, louder now. ''It's almost at the door...'' Oh, take the chance to hold them near! The ones who gave your heart a voice; Who sung you into heaven's gates or bore you down with grief or pain. All, were teachers on your path to make you whole.. Now, boldly, go towards the light. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for The Great Division
Bozzz on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
Alison, this feels like a different platform, but it is pure you - pure elegance. Great words marshalled to distil hope from the chaos of civilisation - Loved the 'humid hush' of a riverside town at dawn. I think it is as near to perfect poetic style as prosetry can get - absolutely stunning.
I note that the picture skyline may not be London because the sun rises in the east and the river is flowing due North/South and the seabird wings are too long - Albatross probably. ....but that is my imagination not yours !! ....LOL ...Congrats...David

Author's Reply:
Wow David. Totally delighted with your rating. Thanks for your kind comments and for taking me into fav poets πŸ˜‰
The scene is from one of my fav visionary artists http://www.awakenvisions.com/ whose work I have long admired.
So it's most likely to be California. I love the way he has superimposed the light piercing above the city bringing a new dimension to the scene....just the way I see things going.
Alison x

BTW a major thank you to whoever gave me the nomination too. Very delighted.

ifyouplease on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
very very good !

xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Nic! πŸ™‚
Alison xx

Weefatfella on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
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I don't think I'm prepared Alison.
Neither is the world unfortunately.
Mind yie the maist asked question in heaven is; " How did you git in here?"
I hear you passing the message on Alison.
You have never called so loudly.
I hope they listen.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
HI WFF πŸ˜‰

Well, I feel something very major is going to take place very soon and (as in my world view) we create our own realities and 'like attracts like'....so even although the world is going to hell in a hand-cart, if we refuse to give in to fear and the non stop lies and propaganda of the NWO ....we cannot be manipulated into doing their bidding.
We live in a vibrational universe and the vibration of love is away higher than that of fear, so if we keep focused on that, we attract more into our lives. It is not easy and I struggle with it daily.
The world is now in the hands of madmen but to my mind and belief there is a higher power in control.
thanks so much for taking this into favs. ;-)))
Alison xx

Corin on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
Lovely Alison,
I am writing a similar Kind of piece at the moment called β€˜Every Third Thought’ - a quote from the Tempest when Prospero says β€œ Every third thought shall be my grave.” However this poem of mine keps growing in the writing - I was hoping to post it several weeks ago:-(


- hoping to hear you read at UKALive this year at the Big Green Book Shop in London see:-

http://ukauthors.com/phorum5/read.php?94,219923

Dave


Author's Reply:
Hi David
I am really considering trying to come although it's a long way away...;-(
If I do I shall certainly be doing some reading.
Yes, 'thoughts are things' and have great power.

As the saying goes...if I think I can or I think I cannot....
either way I am right!
I am also aware now of living so much more 'in the now' and being able to love so much more passionately whether towards nature, or family and friends.
That is a huge benefit of feeling that times are going to get very rocky. When we take things for granted we become apathetic.

Alison x

franciman on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
Hi Alison,
I took a long time getting back to this. I love the strength of your passion Alison, although I don't always agree with the message.
I have to admit, right off the bat, that the first verse didn't engage me. From that point on I heard your unique, lyrical voice and by the end I was convinced.
So, a 9 and a great crit until I realised I was being unfair. The first verse is not up to your usual standard Imo, but the rest is quite breathtaking. Sorry if I sound harsh, I don't mean to be, just honest.
cheers,
Jim x


Author's Reply:
Hi Jim πŸ˜‰
Crit should always be honest. I also do not expect everyone to agree with any message etc as I would scupper myself if I was to consider that sort of thing πŸ˜‰
I cannot see what you don't like in the first verse compared to the rest, as it all came in the same flow but I
always welcome your opinions. *hugs*
I have to say that if it was something I had been a bit unsure about, I would have gone over it again but on this occasion I am quite happy with it.
Sorry you were not engaged lol
Alison x

ValDohren on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
Exceptional as ever Alison.
Val

Author's Reply:
Very glad you liked it Val and very appreciative of the rating. I feel that it's hard for people if the first rating or two is very high as it can be difficult to be honest like Jim if they did not really care for it etc
I never, ever know how a poem is going to go down, so I am just glad that anybody likes it to be honest lol πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 05-08-2013
The Great Division
I have read this several times now, I think it's truly beautiful. I can't allow my self to think like you about the world (even if I think your right) I need to live each day, I have worry enough. Never the less your poetry entrances me. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
Well paradoxically, it's actually empowering as it makes you appreciate everything in the now...and although I have no doubt at all that things are going to get bad, I look on it as the birth pangs to the greatest time of peace the world has ever known. That is why things are getting so rocky. Humanity is in transition to a much higher level of spirituality. The ways of war and being manipulated are coming to an end...
That's what the poem is about...the total separation of those who buy into the false reality and those who refuse to. Please try not to worry..;-)

Thanks so much for the rating.

Alison x

cooky on 07-08-2013
The Great Division
Your pen flows with such ease. I love this

Author's Reply:
Thank you Cooky! Always nice to see you on my page πŸ™‚

Alison x

amman on 08-08-2013
The Great Division
Some beautiful language/sentiments, Alison. A couple of points - don't quite understand the 1st line and, further down, perhaps 'the' morning skies.
Regards.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony

The poem as a whole speaks of my intuition warning me day and night. The first line talks of waking up as being a 'reprieve' from the warnings in dreams or the void of being separated from all those I love.
The rest of the first stanza speaks of being aware that I must make every moment count (another few hours to love some more)
The second bit you were not sure of '(my) morning skies ' is again thought out.
I am saying that the skies I am speaking about are particular to 'me' not anybody else. I am speaking in metaphor here...

On the recitation I highlight the 'my' to give it emphases.

I really do fine tune my poems now before posting...I try to make them as tight as they can be so there should be a reason for everything.
This does not mean, however, that I do NOT want feedback such as yours or Jim's. πŸ™‚
It is very important to me as it does show ways I need to improve or how the poem may be read.
Of course, I also agree with Rustybrother, who writes in a far more obscure form than me...in that many times the choice of words or phrases is not only subjective and abstract..but also in my case drawn from dream imagery and therefor cannot necessarily be explained.

I always really listen to crit and have thought deeply about Jim's slight dislike of the first stanza. ;-(
My only concern with it before posting was that is had a very loose rhyme to it that was not intentional. I had thought of substituting 'breeze' for 'wind' in order to take out the rhyme but that did not describe what I was wanting to describe as breeze is often very much more subtle in effect than wind.

So, there was a certain style in the first stanza that is different from the rest of the poem but before posting I realized that it was in keeping with the movement of the emotions.

The poem starts with a dawning sleepy realization of another day, more urgings from the spirit, more seeing the depressing lack of real news on the media, coupled with the non stop programming of people..... even on soap operas, to acclimatize to a different agenda. Then a heart-felt plea to love and appreciate those in your life, past and present who made their mark, no matter in what way ....as it's through those interactions, we evolve the soul and then to concentrate on the light as the world descends into darkness.

The real message is one of overcoming through holding fast to spiritual beliefs and 'loving like there is no tomorrow.'
There IS a tomorrow but we have to dream it into manifestation. πŸ˜‰

Sorry about the long answer. just felt it was required about the poem in general.
thanks so much for reading, commenting and your lovely rating.

Alison x


Texasgreg on 08-08-2013
The Great Division
Just ran across this 'un Alison...

I too, fear the news as it depicts the selfishness and cruelty that we live in. As you, I have hope though. As long as there are teachers of freedom and caring in this world, we can have reason to dream. Thank you for being a teacher!



Greg πŸ™‚




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Author's Reply:
Don't know about teacher Greg but I guess I just am not one who can keep quiet when I see what's happening.
Thanks for the link too xxx πŸ˜‰

barenib on 08-08-2013
The Great Division
We absolutely should concentrate on those things - my recent time in hospital gave me a sort of new beginning, especially after a serious illness. I still don't pretend to have the answers, but I definitely feel more positive. Thanks for the poem, John x

Author's Reply:
John.
I have lost count of the number of people who have told me that some serious illness or situation in their lives became a sort of blessing in disguise. We tend to live our lives on auto-pilot, taking the future and our loved ones for granted, that things will always remain but life has taught me through many hard lessons, to try to live and love very much in the present.

I am sending you every good wish for your total recovery and new perspective. πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Pronto on 09-08-2013
The Great Division
"And the meek shall inherit the earth" But what will be left of their inheritance?
Great poem Alison I too feel as you.


Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto, πŸ™‚
Humble apologies for not seeing I had omitted to reply to this comment. I am quite scatterbrained at the best of times. Yes, what is going to be left? A cleansed world I feel.
Alison xx

ChairmanWow on 09-08-2013
The Great Division
Congrats on the Nomination and nib Alison. I agree with Bozzz. Great way to fight the news blues, gorgeous verse (and like the form you gave it).

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Hi Ralph
Again, I apologize for being careless in not noticing I had not replied to this. I value your feedback and do not know how I missed this generous comment.
Alison xxx


Till the Rainbow Bridge (posted on: 15-07-13)
For this week's poetry challenge. A short true poem about a loved one. Motivated by reading a poem here the other day. Losing our animal friends is incredibly painful but I do believe on some level, they understand and that we shall be re-united.

 photo German_Shepherd_Dog_face_zpsa96fc497.jpg "Paw, Chief! That's a good boy." In seconds, hair shaved and needle in, your trusting old eyes held mine till you slumped into my arms. I staggered to the door, blind from grief but had to return to lie prostrate on the floor and hold you. © Alison Stormwolf http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoBO6kJCBvw
Archived comments for Till the Rainbow Bridge
RustyBrother on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Well expressed Alison. I know how you feel because I felt exactly the same when it happened to me. You say it simply and directly as the topic deserves. Reuben

Author's Reply:
Hi Reuben
Thanks so much for reading and rating. Yes, it's simply put, as my emotions were ones of simple loss and pain. Even writung it these 18 years later, there were tears.
I tried to encapsulate the scenario and if I was not trying to limit my words, I could have enlarged on it. I was aware when writing how easy that would have been, so tried to get the facts in.

I could not leave him and things that followed on can maybe make another poem. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Texasgreg on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Alison,
Short 'uns that deliver and create an impact are my favorites as they're so hard to come by. Your use of words were spare enough to make reading easy for the less attentive or preoccupied mind, yet left a very lingering image.

Super!

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
Ha! Greg, I do often tend to write for the "less attentive or preoccupied mind," I have to say. πŸ™‚
I like my poetry to resonate with the reader, rather than have then struggle to understand what I am saying, especially in a situation such as this. Just different styles and good to change that too from time to time.
Many thanks as always

Alison x

karen123 on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
In April I went through the same thing with our King Charles Spanial. I am sorry that you had to go through that.
Time doesn't make it any more bareable.
Your poem shows perfectly your love for this animal that you will even do this to ease his pain

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and commenting.
It's bereavement just the same in my book as losing a human, sometimes worse.
Alison x

e-griff on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
It was only a dog.

Since our Theo died, age 16,peacefully in his sleep, I've cried a few times when I remember him. Silly old man or what?

Well expressed. Thank god we never had that decision, and we had the money for a spinal operation several years before when this was the only other option.

Author's Reply:
"It was only a dog. "
Sorry Griff but love and loss are the same whether to an animal or a person. I could never think he was "only a dog"
I cried more when he left than when my own dear dad went.
I was only grateful that I was there to see him safely away with no pain and in the arms of someone he loved and trusted. It was a great privilege to have him share my life for 13 years and I miss him even yet.
Alison x

e-griff on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Blimey Alison, that's my point! πŸ™‚ (only a dog)

Author's Reply:

Mikeverdi on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
been there , done that, same breed, same tears. Pets become part of your life; like anything else you love....if you let them. Mike
ps. got another such death in the family coming up.

Author's Reply:
Oh dear, Mike.
It's so hard isn't it?
Alison x

Andrea on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Ooooh, brought a tear to the rheumy ol' peepers. I'll be devastated when poor old Pooh finally pops his clogs (which can't be long, he's already 19, and well past his sell-by date.

Author's Reply:
That will be so hard Andrea. They have shared our lives on every level. My neighbour lost her two cats last year, both about that age and within weeks of each other. ;-(
Alison x

franciman on 15-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Hi Alison,
Another short but potent poem. I love that dignity didn't stand in the way of grief.
Could I make a suggestion? removing 'your' in line 2 and 'blind from grief' in line 4 doesn't detract from the emotion of the piece but does seem leaner imho. See what you think?
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim,
I could take the 'your' out agreed but I don't want to take the 'blind from grief' out as I do understand it would make it leaner but I feel it captures the scene better.
I really liked the way you read the poem in depth and saw that I did not let dignity get in the way. I did not expect to be the way I was but then, it was like taking a child to be put down and it was all very sudden. I did not have the chance to take him the last walk by the river and all the things I was going to do when the 'day' came.
I was in shock basically.

Alison x

Corin on 17-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Alison I am dreading the day when it is Crab's turn.

David

Author's Reply:
Oh David, I don't know how you will cope. I know how incredibly close you are to him and him to you. It does not bear thinking about right enough. ;-(
Alison x

ChairmanWow on 17-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Yes, they know what is going on when you make it happen and they accept it, almost angelic. Liked the funnel form which seems to channel the emotion into the concentrated emotion at the end.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ralph. Yes, the know alright and in some cases they are so grateful. When I took my mum's old cat to be put down, it never struggled once, whereas before nobody but my mum could ever stroke her or hold her.
I envisaged a real difficulty in getting her into the basket to take her.
I also thought she would be distressed and lashing out at the vets but she submitted gently and allowed me to stroke her till she was gone.
Animals are so much more than many people think.
Alison x

Slovitt on 17-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
alison: yes, your poem a memorial. swep

Author's Reply:
Yes, Swep. He was worth it.

I asked to bury him in my garden and was told it was "against the law" so I asked to take him away so I could bury him in the woods where we always walked and was told the same thing.
I was so distressed I was not thinking and so I left him there, to find out later that a large van come round and he would have been thrown in the back with the waifs and strays put down in dog shelters and vets that day.
That thought tormented me so much that I had a very hard time coming to terms with it all.

Anyway, obviously a lot of emotion for me here.

Alison x

Savvi on 17-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
you capture the moment too well, great poetry loaded with emotion, its all in the eyes, very sad. the opening only makes the lump in my throat bigger. S well deserved nib.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Keith.
Alison x

Shywolf on 19-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
What more can one say in fewer words? Tis a gem of the heart, luv.

WolfBro πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Any confirmation re quality from you is greatly appreciated.
SW x

Gee on 20-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
I have been there and I know I will be again. I write this with tears in my eyes, Alison, because this is exactly how it feels.
So sorry for your loss but your tribute is so well written.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Gee. The next time I face it, it's going to be with my cat, who has taken over as a real companion. Nobody can get over how attached he is to me. They say he's a dog in cat skin. He pines when I go away and never leaves my side when I am here, apart from taking up position on the wheely bin when I go out, to await my return.
Even typing this I am getting weepy at the thought.

Better to have loved and lost than never to have fully appreciated the wonderful gift of love that animals bring us. I hope your experience when it comes, will be helped by reemembering that.
Alison x

chant_z on 20-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Very fine piece. Short and with simple yet efficient wording in conveying. I found myself caught up in the event. Excellent!

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in and reading and your super rating.
Alison x

Witchysmyth on 23-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
Stormwolf,

You said it all I couldn't say, succinctly and with such feeling. Thank you.

Witchy

Author's Reply:
Well thank YOu for the wonderful rating and the Nom i think. πŸ˜‰
It has done my heart healing to see the poem given recognition. The losing him and what happened after really did affect me deeply for a long time.
He was my great friend and he deserved more than to be taken away in a van as though he was only rubbish.
It traumatized me but he came to me later, not only in dreams but also one night when I woke to the sound of his slapping tail on the bed and the sound of his panting.
I thought it was one of the other dogs who slept in the utility shut in (Cheif had the run of the house) but there was nobody there.
They never really leave us.

Alison x

dylan on 29-07-2013
Till the Rainbow Bridge
V. nice poem, Alison.
My black lab Paddy is 10 and has arthritis-I`m truly dreading facing this scenario.
He`s been my best friend during probably the most traumatic time of my life.
Saying goodbye will be awful.
Anyway, well written and concise.
Orrabest,

D.

Author's Reply:
Hi Dylan ;-)))
I am going through my work and to my shame I see that I have been remiss in replying to some that must have come in later (if you see what I mean)
Anyway, yes, my heart goes out to anyone who has to face such things. On going through old photos the other day, I came upon my three, much loved friends, all gone now.

Chief is the one in the middle.  photo 1236865_10201866236841623_1947461782_n_zps8f752df8.jpg

They were all precious but Chief was special.

Alison xxx


Sweet Remembrance (posted on: 08-07-13)
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 photo 6555485963_f7446ac564_m_zps0b190a81.jpg Our love was like the early morning. Arousing, sensual and full of potential. Like the river... slow and deep, then fast and shallow. Like my dreams, awakened, rich and overwhelming. Like life... Unfolding, blossoming and moist in expectation. Ah! Such sweet remembrance. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Sweet Remembrance
Bozzz on 08-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
Erotica in words, yes, and in form too. Three small crescendos, then one big one. Most men are at a peak of sexual appetite at about 8 o'clock in the morning, but to read of a woman in this way is good news! Sumptuous and inviting choice of words, Alison ....xxx...David

Author's Reply:
Well, thank you David.
Who needs an alarm clock when in the mood for love? πŸ˜‰
Incredibly delighted with your rating. Posting never gets any easier and I still wonder how a poem will be received, (but reckon that's a good thing) so thank you.

Alison x

Texasgreg on 08-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
I've always been a morning person, lol.

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
Thanks for sharing sexy! lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x

karen123 on 08-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
A beautiful poem - thank you for sharing it

Author's Reply:
Thank YOU for reading and commenting! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Savvi on 08-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
A very sensual poem very much enjoyed the use of morning, river, dreams and life as they frame the topic splendidly. Best Keith

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading , commenting and your very generous rating Keith.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 09-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
Another beautiful poem Alison, I loved listening to you read it. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike. Much obliged πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Pronto on 09-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
Sensual, languid and dreamy with an gentle eroticism well written poet it floats my boat. πŸ˜‰

Author's Reply:
Hi pronto
I am glad it floats your boat,, but even if your boat sunk, you can always use your snorkle πŸ˜‰
Thanks for reading, commenting and your super rating.
I am also pleased it comes over as gentle eroticism. There are different levels of course but I tend to stick to the shallow waters πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Weefatfella on 09-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
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I’m going to push the boat out here Alison. To see if I'm getting the hang of you poemists.
The last stanza is so visual I love the connotations of… like life unfolding, = (The body)
Blossoming = revealing the β€˜flower’ and moist in expectation = Acceptance and arousal.
Absolutely brilliant. Loved it, and the rhythm of the whole piece comforting.
Also for me with my lungs… Nostalgic.
I really enjoyed the honesty of this pome.
Thank you Alison for an enjoyable experience.
Weefatfella.


Author's Reply:
"I think he's got it! By George he's got it! "

Many thanks Paul. (Ya wee powerhoos. ye.)
Alison x

Pronto on 23-07-2013
Sweet Remembrance
I loved the poem, I loved the picture (I'll have to learn how that's done) sweet, sexy and sultry; well done.

Author's Reply:
Hi Pronto
I am going over my work and find I have omitted to reply to some folk. ;-(

Please do not think it's due to lack of caring. I am scatterbrained but very appreciative.
Alison x


Memories (Weekly Challenge) (posted on: 01-07-13)
Re-Posted for Karen's poetry challenge on memories

 photo d32150c2-69f0-41e5-8432-1c2b593231d4_zpsd27cc933.jpg Sing to me that almost forgotten song, that spoke of tall pine trees and heavy harvest. Days when thoughts were young and inexperienced. When budding sexuality was power. Sing of nights of autumn chill, when breath was hard and fast against the tree. Sing of surging passion spilling over, awkward, grasping in the dark. Oh, and you were all I hoped you'd be! Traversing innocence in hours... Some strange mantle, now upon my head Invisible to all, but you. © Alison Stormwolf
Archived comments for Memories (Weekly Challenge)
karen123 on 01-07-2013
Memories (Weekly Challenge)
A really sensual poem, without being smutty or rude. Beautifully written. Thank you for submitting it.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Karen.
when I heard the challenge was 'memories' it sprung straight to mind lol

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 02-07-2013
Memories (Weekly Challenge)
I love this Alison, truly beautiful; one to treasure and read over and over. Mike X

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
Thanks SO much . I am glad you liked it. I have not been about much lately, very stressed out with lots going on.
I hope things are ok and will be catching up with my reading over the next coupe of days.
Alison x

ifyouplease on 02-07-2013
Memories (Weekly Challenge)
another excellent poem ! brava

xx

Author's Reply:
Much appreciated Nic.
Been a while since I wrote anything. πŸ˜‰
Alison x

ValDohren on 02-07-2013
Memories (Weekly Challenge)
Lovely, and again very inspired.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val, very touched πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Savvi on 02-07-2013
Memories (Weekly Challenge)
Well done Alison this is a beautiful poem I liked the way you have balanced the sexual undercurrent without being blunt or obvious there are no real crits to be had here so if I had any suggestion it would be to look at the 2nd and 3rd 'Sing' and try to use something more fitting to the lines they precede, as I say this is only a tiny crit. Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith,
Normally I do not like to use the same word and consider it in many cases to be needing attention. In this case I did try substituting 'tell' for the last 'sing' but I feel that the repetition is carrying on the theme of being serenaded.
There is something very romatic about being sung to and in this case very poignant on looking back.
I only have to see the accompanying pic to remind me πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for appreciating this poem. I had a feeling that that would be a snapshot in my life and I was right.
I am delighted with the fab rating. It means a lot to see this poem so well received.
Alison x

deadpoet on 03-07-2013
Memories (Weekly Challenge)
Very sensual and beautifully written- well remembered- a good memory to be haunted by.

Author's Reply:
Hi DP
So sorry for taking so long to get back to you. I don't know how I missed this.
Yes, pivotal moments on the path. thanks for reading and commenting.
Alison x


Dimensions (posted on: 01-07-13)

My Precious Ones.  photo 5cb88814-9a99-4da7-accc-c845d595fa95_zpsb5d0ec3e.jpg Your crucifying innocence in this dark, pitiless world reminds me of our true home. On distant shores infants such as you are slaughtered daily. Let fate fling at us what it may. Though the years bring torment or blessing... We are safe forever in The Summerlands laughing and running hands clasped, breathless and together, all the way to Grandma's House. (ALL things are born in the realm of thought and at some level remain there) ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ The Builder
 photo CrudenBayforPoem_zps2cfdf337.jpg Slain's Castle, Cruden Bay He came to her last night. She woke bemused and holding light. He had built her a house in Cruden Bay. she said, On a cliff overlooking the sea. I kept scraping burnt toast, in a stoic attempt to hide feelings wrought by her revelation. But moistened eyes and heart-pain acknowledged inwardly a love that transcends all barriers He knows, she's coming soon. My father knew just how much my mother adored Cruden Bay, where she was evacuated as a child from Glasgow during the war. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Dimensions
cooky on 01-07-2013
Dimensions
My Precious ones is a beautiful write and is a ten in my book. Though I can see they are both precious to you.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Cooky. I don't know f I should have put them both on the same page but they started off very short but as often happens, during the night I kept coming up with more, so they ended up longer than anticipated.
However, seeing as they are both about other dimensions...I thought they can stay as they are. Thanks for your very generous rating. πŸ™‚

Alison x

ifyouplease on 02-07-2013
Dimensions
great read thanks Alison

xx

Author's Reply:
Lovely to see you on my page Nic πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for your appreciation and hope all is well with you.
Alison xxx

ValDohren on 02-07-2013
Dimensions
Two very beautiful poems Alison. They both show a depth of love and are truly inspired.
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks SO much Val.
I am glad the love came over.
Alison x

Savvi on 02-07-2013
Dimensions
Two fabulous poems, laced with intricate visuals, also great to here your voice on this as we can hear the passion behind the tale. Thanks Keith

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith
From one recording fiend to another, thanks so much for reading and your wondefrul rating!
Alison x

franciman on 04-07-2013
Dimensions
Hi Alison,
I love what you have to say in both these poems. For me the second one is a cut above.
As a fellow human I am engaged with each. As a fellow poet I am in awe of the construction; the sharpness of the imagery, and the emotive, evocative nature of the dialogue. Bravo.
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Cheers to you too Jim. πŸ™‚
I am most appreciative of your reading and your very generous rating.

Alison x

amman on 05-07-2013
Dimensions
Yeah, they both belong on the same page, Alison. Great, great poetry; the 2nd is superb. The layout ain't half bad either. Into Favs. Your mother is very lucky to have such a caring and compassionate daughter.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Ha! so I tell her πŸ˜‰ It was not always so, we had our squabbles over the years but I cherish every moment she has left, before she leaves us to go to that house on the hill.

Alison x

Texasgreg on 07-07-2013
Dimensions
I really appreciated being able to see the two together, Alison. My mind conjured two different hopes conjoined through paternal means.
As always, your writing evokes exactly what you tried to convey and I have the mixed feelings you anguish over and cherish, both.

Greg πŸ™‚

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Author's Reply:
thanks so much Greg.
Alison xx

Texasgreg on 07-07-2013
Dimensions
For You...


Author's Reply:
Awww thanks Greg, you sweetie, you. xxx

mageorge on 22-07-2013
Dimensions
Wow Alison! This is the first work I've read on on this site in 3 years.. What a treat! Fantastic poems beautifully arranged. The images take me away to those places instantly.
Great!!
Regards, Mark

Author's Reply:
hey Mark! Where have you been? Time to come back methinks. πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for your appreciation of these two poems which are close to my heart

Alison x

mageorge on 24-07-2013
Dimensions
Yes, I can see how these poems mean so much to you, Alison. I think there is true value in any work that is produced from experience. Well done!
BTW.. I have been looking for inspiration for the past 3 years lmao.. I will be submitting again as soon as I sort out this 'fatal error' message on my account page which is preventing me from submitting.
All the best, Mark xx

Author's Reply:
Oh dear. The Boss is away this week but it might be best to delete and re-join. That's a bummer.

Yes, I often think I may run out of inspiration but thankfully, though I do have lean times...there's usually a crisis or two to keep me motivated lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x


The Wolf in Me (posted on: 20-05-13)
A blast from the past to enter into the poetry workshop challenge MANY thanks to Swep and Shelagh for helping me fine tune this one. :-)))

   
 photo 94f3de67-12de-48fb-85b6-fd762fb2884a_zps8e688d9a.jpg  Maybe      I will never love again.     Only consigned to remember     our hunger     our feasting     our lazy afternoons     our frantic desire.               Maybe nobody will bite me...hard     making me shape-shift     into his bitch.     Make me shed my skin     touch base with my     wolf-soul.          Maybe nobody     will make me embrace my nature     like you did.     Make me howl, make me growl     roll over in submission.     What then for me     my love?     What then      for me? ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for The Wolf in Me
franciman on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Hi Alison,
I am discovering how important word layout can be in poetry, and this is verse which presents very well because of your word structure. Can I ask why you haven't repeated
'Maybe
I will never love again',

above the last stanza? This is a tactile word picture. I want to pick it up and examine it from all angles. A bit Freudian, don't you think? A souple jade she wiz, and strang!! There is a divine intimacy in this which makes the reader feel a bit of a voyeur. Sensuous and erotic, but all in the best possible taste IMHO.
Cheers,
Jim x


Author's Reply:
Hi Jim

Well, I subsituted the lines
Maybe nobody
will make me embrace my totality
like you did.
Although I knew they were of a different length but I see that I could indeed stick to the original without it becoming annoying (as some repitition can) πŸ˜‰

I will change it.
Thanks
Alison x

amman on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Great analogy, Alison. Good picture, good layout and above all very good poetry. Really like the repetition of the last two lines. I don't see the need to dissect this workshop entry. One of your best.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Thanks as ever Tony. Much appreciated.

Alison x

Slovitt on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
alison: you've got my attention with

Maybe nobody will bite me...hard
making me shape-shift
into his bitch.
Make me shed my skin
touch base with my
wolf nature.

there's nothing like primal love.

would cut first three lines of last stanza which wanders off with "embrace my totality", and end with the very strong lines that begin

Make me howl, make me growl

good poem. swep


Author's Reply:
Hi Swep
Thanks for your crit πŸ™‚
If I take that out

Maybe
I will never love again.

( Maybe nobody
will make me embrace my totality
like you did.)
Make me howl, make me growl
roll over in submission.
What then for me
my love?

do you mean it goes straight from saying maybe i will never love again to make me howl etc..
I feel that seems a bit odd as though I am 'asking' someone to make me howl growl etc instead of saying that the inference was that this person and their effect on me was maybe uniquely liberating or do you think it still says that with those lines out? Should I not have
"maybe nobody will" (although this would be another 'nobody' to add to the stew ;-/ )
Make me howl, make me growl
roll over in submission.
What then for me
my love?
Maybe
I will never love again.

Make me howl, make me growl
roll over in submission.
What then for me
my love?
Is that what you think reads better?
Alison x

Chew on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
This is a great piece. I could really picture what it was you were talking about. Passionate and wistful. Very enjoyable read/

Author's Reply:
Thanks, I am a bit of an animal lol

Alison x

Slovitt on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
alison: maybe changing the word "totality" to "nature" would solve the problem from my point of view. in fact, would. swep

Author's Reply:
Well I have already used the word nature a couple of lines above.
What about 'hidden side' ? 'animal' 'animal side'

Maybe nobody
will bring out the animal? It's getting there πŸ˜‰

Slovitt on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
alison: for me "embrace my nature" and maybe "wolf-soul" or "wolf-ness" in your first instance. nature just seems complete in a way that animal and animal-side don't in the place in the poem that the line falls. i hate to have belabored this, and so now desist, hopefully having been of use. swep

Author's Reply:
I have changed it and agree that it reads well now. Thanks for your patience Swep. :-)))
It's hard to ask questions over the net as opposed to being there in person and I do value your opinion.
It's very interesting to see the way others read a poem and these amendments are totally in keeping. Love wolf-soul...It's authentic and real to me lol

Alison x
Have to away and re-record it now xx

e-griff on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Hot stuff! πŸ™‚ nicely done, IMO. Enjoyed it, especially tye verse highlighted in the comment. Rather than add my own take, I'd prefer to leave you to Swep's tender mercies as he knows what he is doing.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Griff.
Yes, Swep really has a laser eye for what needs altering.

Alison x

freya on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
The core of this is so effective, with your last two stanzas being particularly powerful, it knocked my socks off. Could likely work to remove other essential pieces of clothing too!



For your consideration, Alison: maybe this could be even stronger if all but the first of the repeated 'Maybe I will never love again' phrases were removed, but then used in a slightly different way as closure for your poem. After 'roll over in submission', perhaps something like 'Maybe I will never be loved like that again'.



Gorgeous layout and audio. One of those poems that will stay in my head. A definite keeper. Shelagh xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Shelagh
Yes, I had the repetition to keep the poem balanced but it works well enough without it as it continues to ask questions. Thankee kindleee..
oh no! another recitation lol I think I have recited this one too many times and it's frying ma brain.

Alison xx


ValDohren on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Brilliant Alison - its all been said already.

Val x

Author's Reply:
wow! Thanks Val.
Alison x

Savvi on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Got here late as usual, there seems to be a lot vested in this one and the audio is top draw, this is a fine piece for all the reasons already mentioned but its also good to see you work shopping. Thanks S

Author's Reply:
Hi Savvi
Thanks so much. This has been incredibly helpful. The poem is so much more polished through insighful feedback. It is good to be able to share our work in a supportive environment.

Alison x

japanesewind on 20-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Just another view Alison.

Maybe nobody will bite me...hard
making me shape-shift
into his bitch.
Make me shed my skin
touch base with my
wolf-soul.

Maybe nobody
will make me embrace my nature
like you did.
Make me howl, make me growl
roll over in submission.
What then for me
my love?

What then
for me?

for me this is the poem. and every word punches its weight....David

Author's Reply:
Hi David
Thanks for the suggestion. I know you like to pare things down to the bare bones but that is one cut too far for me lol πŸ˜‰
I feel like that it misses out the sort of 'thought processes' that kick it off a bit gently, then it gets more steamy on thinking. So, it's meant to start absent-mindedly wistful...then it becomes very primal...
It is as though this is a very private and personal inner dialogue that is not meant for public consumption. Now, of course it IS....as it's posted etc but the feeling in the poem when it was written was to expose something that was meant to be hidden and I am rambling now...LOL

Alison x

Shywolf on 21-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
'Maybe nobody will bite me...hard' Oh, you don't have to worry about that, luv. I've a feeling your lips will be having many a date with my ar...umm...with destiny.

You've perfected your craft and it shows in this lovely piece, luv. Your honesty is proffered without guardedness, with a directness which can't help but move your readers, expressed with an economy only a practiced poet can attain. Simply a superb piece.

WolfBro (snarling and ready to bite)

Author's Reply:
Don't you worry about that Bro...In the unlikely event of me having to do the needful, I will be sure my teeth are very sharp πŸ˜‰
I am very moved by your observation of this poem. It's not always easy to be bold but it's worth taking the chance.

wolf sis x

karen123 on 21-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
A very passionate and sensual poem - beautifully written. But also sad and longing for another time that is passed and may never come again.

Author's Reply:
Hi Karen,
Yes, it is actually a very sad poem and that an be over-looked maybe.

Alison x

stormwolf on 21-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
After amending this poem the first line in the second stanza appeared clumsy to me so I changed it and I am totally happy with the poem now.
Many thanks folks.
xxx

Author's Reply:

Mikeverdi on 21-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
It's all been said, done and dusted. Enough for me to say I loved it, one I will read again and again. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Mike.
I re-recorded this one so many times I was on the point of taking a hammer to my pc...but all's well that ends well.
Alison x

ruadh on 21-05-2013
The Wolf in Me
Beautiful Alison.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ailsa.
Nice to hear from you πŸ™‚
Alison x


The Last Bend in the Road (posted on: 20-05-13)
For my Mother

 photo 54697633-b31b-4dab-818c-3cf597161fcd_zps025f93b2.jpg "Rage, rage against the dying of the light" Dylan Thomas You will not 'go gently'.. Life is cruel in its progression but the outer reflection lies. There is a core of steel and wisdom in that increasingly frail frame. You weathered many storms. Tenacity and gentleness combined, crucifies and humbles the soul in me. You will never be old in my eyes. You remain the young woman with the straight back resolute in determination, dignified in a rare way. A true lady. As the hour glass empties and shadows lengthen... In my inner vision I am still out climbing trees or moon watching, secure in belonging; Knowing there will be a meal on the table a hand knitted jumper for school. If love was enough to stop the reel that would be a freeze frame. I am trusting Our Father to be kind to you now on the home stretch. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~  photo cafd4ae9-9f4b-4e98-ac85-ec9fefdec8fd_zps9543975a.jpg
Archived comments for The Last Bend in the Road
amman on 20-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
This is very touching, Alison; the love shines bright. The poetry ain't half bad either.
Regards.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
This was very emotional for me to write, I am glad it came over.
Delighted with rating πŸ™‚
Alison x

Jolen on 20-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
A beautiful tribute, Ali.


love,
jolen

Author's Reply:
Thank you Jolen.
Ali x

franciman on 20-05-2013
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Hi Alison,
I think it's all been said already. I simply hear tears and smiles in equal measure. She'll get on fine with my Ma.
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Yes, they are a dying breed alright. I owe her so much and just glad that I have had time to tell her so.
Alison x

Andrea on 20-05-2013
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Absolutely wonderful Alison. Brought a tear. Hope your mother is a bit better now.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea πŸ˜‰
I confess the tears came both on writing then trying to recite it.
She has rallied round once more although this is the 4th episode of acute illness in the last 9 months or so.
As I say, it has allowed me ample time to fully apprecitae all that she is to me, so that she is never in any doubt how much she is loved.

Alison x

rcc on 20-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
.......a very nice tribute.
"You remain
the young woman with the straight back
resolute in determination,
dignified in a rare way."

I feel that one--- my Mom died a few years ago---when I see her now, she is just as you described your Mom -- resolutely determined, standing straight, with that certain dignity attributed to fine southern ladies....thanks, there's so much heart here---


Author's Reply:
Oh that makes me so sad but it's a poignant rich sort of sadness, for we would not feel this if they were not so inspiring.
My mum always walked tall and straight and very quickly too. It's so sad to see the decline...just sometimes makes me feel like a little girl who just wants her mummy back...
Losing those we love is never easy and sometimes the mourning starts before they are gone, we mourn the loss of the person they were...just too sad.
I also know from losing my dad that it takes years...*hugs*

Alison x

JackCrowe on 20-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Very lovely. The emotion carries over so effectively. I often think that memories play in our minds like movies, your use of that metaphor is excellent.

Author's Reply:
Hi Jack,
I am so delighted you got the metaphor...we want to stop the reel but we can't.
thanks so much for the rating.
Alison x

ValDohren on 20-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Wonderful piece Alison. Very heartfelt and emotive.

Val

Author's Reply:
I am just glad I could capture my love in words. Thanks as always

Alison x

Savvi on 20-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Not much to say, very moving, totally engaging and a beautiful tribute, lovingly crafted. S

Author's Reply:
Thanks for that lovely comment and rating Savvi
It means a lot that this poem has been so well received.
Alison x

Bozzz on 21-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Alison, you have written a necklace of jewelled words that will give heart where others cannot. Do not be surprised that we bow to its sincerity and love - and skill in the threading.. An admirer ...David

Author's Reply:
Wow David, those words are poetry themselves! πŸ˜‰ Very humbled so I am.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 21-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
The tribute was wonderful, as was your comment 'the mourning starts before they are gone...we mourn the loss of the person they were'... so true. It's how it was for me with my Father, so many years ago now; this made it like yesterday.
Thank you for sharing this one with us. Mike xxx

Author's Reply:
thanks again for reading and rating Mike. Yes, there are different levels of loss ;-(
Alison xx

Weefatfella on 21-05-2013
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Aye. A loving tribute Alison.
A h-uile la sona dhuibh
's gun la idir dona dhuibh!
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
awwww thanks WFF x c'mere I'll gie ye a smacker. xx

geordietaf on 23-05-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Beautiful, touching and so well written

Author's Reply:
Hi Geordie
So sorry to be so late replying...I forgot ;-(
Alison x

orangedream on 10-06-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Choked...after reading this Alison. So very beautiful.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Tina.
Alison x

Corin on 22-06-2013
The Last Bend in the Road
Beautiful Alison, a difficult time for you. These are the revealing times in life, when you can see further and understand more fully.

My Best wishes to you in all that you are going through at the moment.

Love

David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
Sorry for this late reply but I think you know me by now. Yes, age has it's own rewards, so they tell me πŸ˜‰ Alison x


Ground Work (posted on: 10-05-13)
It's a hard job but someone's gotta do it! πŸ˜‰

 photo Treescene_zps5a7a68af.jpeg I will lay him down in the lush meadows, at the rim, encircled by tall green pines. Behold my adored, through sun-speckled vision and love's unleashed passion, combined. I will kiss him there among the wild poppies, deep and ardent, thigh to thigh while viewing branches overhead through bliss and half-closed eyes. We'll be lost in verdant enrapture startling birds from a nearby tree as, moaning loud on dew-drenched ground, he gives himself to me. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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amman on 10-05-2013
Ground Work
Lucky fella. You've conjured up some fairly earthy images here, Alison (pun intended), beautifully expressed. Housekeeping - lower-case 't' on 'Through' in second verse and perhaps - shall 'move' the wood-pidgeons... 'to' sudden flight... Just a suggestion. Time to lie down now.
Cheers.
Tony.


Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
I am away from pc at present and posted this from phone.
I knew that capital was wrong but every time I tried to correct the phone automatically reverted to capital. πŸ™ was at it for ages.
Remind me never to post from phone again.
I prefer 'cause' etc as more formal but will sit on it and see.
If I change will wait until Monday when back at PC.
Will have another bash at correcting.
Delighted with rating, thanks.
Alison x

orangedream on 10-05-2013
Ground Work
You never disappoint, Alison. A beautiful poem and a beautiful scene you set.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Thanks for the lovely comment Tina.
Alison x

Jolen on 10-05-2013
Ground Work
Ali,

Your passion and awareness of the splendor of 'nature' is presented beautifully here.

Love,
jolen

Author's Reply:
Hi J πŸ˜€
Nothing like a bit of 'nature' to uplift the spirits πŸ˜‰
Ali xxx

Savvi on 10-05-2013
Ground Work
Very passionate in every sence of the word, delivered with your soft smooth flow very much enjoyed the wood pigoens...nice touch.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your appreciation of my efforts Savvi
Rating very treasured
Alisonx

ValDohren on 10-05-2013
Ground Work
Lovely Alison, like the hint of rhyme in there, subtle and skillfully done.

Val

Author's Reply:
hi Val
This poem has really demonstrated to me the mysterious ways poetry comes as far as layout and rhythm and rhyme goes. I altered a bit after posting then it was the devil's own job to get it to fit in as most if my poems just present themselves and only get fine tuned.
I never know if a poem is going to rhyme or not till the first line and do prefer the slightly unconventional style of rhyming.
Anyway, as I am away from my pc if I had taken it off to work on it I would have lost the whole poem so just did it from my phone.
Many thanks for your vote of confidence! πŸ˜€
Alison x

ValDohren on 11-05-2013
Ground Work (amended)
Just one little observation Alison - 5th line of first verse, should 'though' read 'through', otherwise doesn't quite make sense, to my humble thinking anyway.

Val xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much for pointing that out Val. It was in fact 'through' when written but this poem has been hell on earth to alter via the phone with many words automatically changed and every time I have amended it, I have had to go through the whole thing again.
One word was changed to 'blossoms'. (think it was vision)
Long and short of it is never post poem when using phone.:) Xxx

freya on 11-05-2013
Ground Work (amended)
Unexpected and rather delightful twist in this for me since it's the woman taking and the man giving. Way to go, Alison! Yes, there is a typo, as Val points out. Must be that phone, again. Graceful lines, lovely lilt. Enjoyed. Shelagh xx

Author's Reply:
Yah Shelagh!
I am a bit of an Amazon you see πŸ˜‰
This poem has been a real trial lol
Alison x



Bozzz on 11-05-2013
Ground Work (amended)
Is it getting layed or laid or both - compression and a brilliant intensity make it like 'summer's lease', but that is reality - loved it....David

Author's Reply:
Absolutely delighted with your very generous rating David.
Glad I did not delete it now πŸ˜€
Alison x

cooky on 12-05-2013
Ground Work (amended)
Reminds me of the warm summers of my youth, lovely write. Still really cold here in Sheffield.

Author's Reply:
Yes too cold for alfresco hanky-panky here in Edinburgh as well but summer's coming πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for the rating Cooky πŸ˜€
Alison x

rcc on 17-05-2013
Ground Work
....took me to the meadow then turned me into a voyuer, and I liked it............thank you.........peace-robert

Author's Reply:
Was that you I saw in my peripheral vision peeping from behind a tree?

Thanks so much for reading and your most generous rating πŸ™‚
Alison x


Cosmic Cradling (posted on: 06-05-13)
A devotional poem about The Source

 photo b1f4fb2e-8c3b-456e-ac3d-007432ad6a54_zpsac07d3cd.jpg 'Pillars of Creation' Hubble Telescope He took me in His arms and rocked me. He amused me by showing me the cosmos becoming….. the majesty of nature; He laughed at my delight. He took me in His arms and held me. He told me stories of long, long ago and ran a film through my mind that set my heart on fire for the love of Him. He took me in His arms and soothed me. He helped me shed my skin so lovingly and joyfully I became a new creation in His sight. Then I ran to Him with great love, and He lifted me up beyond this world's limitations; And set me upon a celestial rock, to await my other half. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
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Weefatfella on 06-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
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HI Alison, Is it new life after death or a new beginning through enlightenment? I don't know but the emotion is there.
Thank you for these lovely emotive thoughts.
Weefatfella.PS. {I think it's a long time to wait for another whisky though.}

Author's Reply:
Yah! A new beginning through enlightenment is very close. *smiles*
A poem of a deepening love for my connection to 'all that is' and my total faith and trust in the cosmic plan and my part in it all. The 'shedding my skin' is like the snake and speaks of losing the conformity that kept me imprisoned and constricted by convention and dogma.

Alison x

ValDohren on 06-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
Very deep Alison - thought-provoking, and beautifully written.

Val x

Author's Reply:
Thanks as always Val. Much appreciated.
Alison x

Bozzz on 06-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
Fossilised prairie dogs on Mars? Your love affair with the Source - he has many names, for me his nickname is Chance - brings what we see as a display of miracles - alive and dead. Truth is that the real miracle is our eyes, for without them there is little to appreciate. I think you and the poem deserve better than a celestial rock in space for your tryst. You have such an elegant creative mind for building word images - brill in this case....David

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much David

Next time you look to the starry sky, keep a look-out for me flying about on my celestial rock. I'll give you a wave πŸ˜‰
Alison x

japanesewind on 07-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
I am studying the Buddist "branch" of Mahayana, whenever I can at the moment, and like to read poems where the writer has a connection to everything in the universe. Do you read haiku? if not I think you would find them interesting, they contain a lot of what we are looking for. You can get books that have explanations with them to help to start and get to grips with the depth of them. I read your last poem with interest too, your love of nature comes through, the connection for us to nature is a key
"doorway" for me. I am reading "Mary Oliver" at the moment, her book "The Wild Geese" you get the sense that the writer is really in tune with the world and everything in it.

thanks Alison ...David

Author's Reply:
Hi David,
No I don't read Haiku but should maybe give it a try. πŸ˜‰
I have had a love of nature from birth and a thirst for knowlege too. After a couple of experinces of 'cosmic consciousness' and many years meditation, I find I cannot ever divorce myself from being a part of everthing... maybe explains why I have such a loathing to see what they are doing to the earth now. I have also studied world religions and find everything comes together.
When I see deep space I could weep for joy.

Alison x

orangedream on 07-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
Beautifully written, Alison, and an equally beautiful, and fascinating picture.

Tina ;-)x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Tina. Yes, every pic taken from the Hubble is totaly imbued with awe for me. There is such sacredness it's mindblowing.

Alison x

Savvi on 07-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
the scope of this is huge, your word choices allows the reader to float around the vast open architecture you create, when this is linked to enlightenment with your deft touch the result is subtle and beautiful. S

Author's Reply:
Savvi
I am so delighted you were able to see it that way. I have used the term 'He' to stand for Mother / Father God although God to me, is beyond worldly labels . I personalised 'Source' here to give the impression of a parent and the title 'Cosmic Cradling' was chosen to portray myself as a child of the universe being nursed and comforted by a loving parent.
It is trying to express the inexpressible of course and so when I speak of braking out of dogma and convention, I mean refusing to 'see' God in the biblical sense, as to me one cannot encapsulate such greatness in the human finite mind but this was the nearest I could do.
Rating much appreciated πŸ™‚

Alison x

freya on 11-05-2013
Cosmic Cradling
Since you're in Scotland and have such a love of the earth/universe connection, this write brings my Findhorn Foundation experience to mind. There, no-one is 'religious' in the conventional way. It is spirituality and universality which dominate. A needed reminder, your poem, for me. Shelagh xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Shelagh
I am so old I can remember when Findhorn all started. People came to Nairn, where I was born (few miles along the coast ) telling tales of people dancing round trees.....and the rest is history.
I come from a line of people who lived by the sea but also those who understood their connection to nature and I have been blessed with the 'way' with animals too.
I tried conventional religion and for many years I managed to reign myself in.....
But when the inner pressure is greater than the outer pressure....
Well something gives. In this case my conventional thinking and then the way I am viewed by those still in the box πŸ™
I am havering now lol
Alison xxx


24 Hours in Bell Place. (posted on: 03-05-13)
A poem of love and appreciation for nature and my beloved place in the city. (slightly amended due to feedback πŸ˜‰ )

 photo b881bbb0-e7a8-4314-bf11-87169d1917d2_zpsf20ce547.jpg The Leith Water Edinburgh How do I love nature? I love it as I wake to bird-song. The air that greets me on this late spring morning. The promise of greenery and new beginnings by budding branches... The total delight as a part of me detaches and flies to join the wild duck's cacophony overhead river bound. This oasis in the city graced by flowing water expands my perceptions and nourishes arid inner planes. The lengthening shadows that sing to my soul in symbiotic sadness on evenings of inner reflection... The awe and humility that catches the heart in almost crucifying ecstasy while standing, lunar bathed as The Mother glides over ancient slated roofs. Then The gentle surrender of reluctantly stepping indoors to dream, sweet dreams of reassurance and even deeper, future connection. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for 24 Hours in Bell Place.
Savvi on 03-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
And so to bed, loved this one Alison, I can really sense your connection to the place and the images you paint put us right in the heart of it, beautiful. S

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and rating Savvi. πŸ˜‰
I am glad the love came through. I never know what's going to stimulate the next poem but it's easy to be transported to a level of love for nature, living so near to water, mature trees and birds.

Alison x

freya on 03-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
A beautiful reading, Alison, and awesome pic. No wonder you feel so content and renewed, day by day, living in such a setting.

For me, your poem would be even more powerful if you took 'I' out of it, that is, all your speaker's own commentary or telling of what she feels. Let your graceful, lovely lines and description of what is all about and happening paint the picture for you. Some wonderful details. Edit or not, whatever you decide to do, I like this. Shelagh

Author's Reply:
Hi Shelagh

Thanks for dropping in and your kind comments. I am not very sure what you mean by taking out 'my' commentary. I feel that the whole crux of the poem is about that very thing...how and why I relate so strongly to this place..but...I do know that you give very insightful crit and so I genuinely want to know more of how you see the poem evolving by taking 'me' out of it πŸ˜‰

??
waking to bird-song.
The air that greets
on this late spring morning.
promises greenery
and new beginnings
by budding branches...


Alison x


PS thanks again for your suggestions after I enquired on PM Shelagh.
I will give it careful thought but I feel it would alter my style of expression and that may end up stunted if not done with skill. xxx

amman on 04-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
HI Alison. I have some sympathy for Shelagh's point of view with this one and would be inclined to pare back some of the I's and my's.

'Oasis in the city'

I love to wake to bird-song
on a late spring morning.
Fresh air to arouse the senses
and the promise of greenery
and new beginnings
on budded branches.

Would definitely lose 'as I hang out my washing'.

The final verse is perfect.

Love the tranquility of the picture which you have mirrored in the poem.

Regards.

Tony

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony πŸ™‚
and thanks for dropping in and commenting. I have to say in defense of my poem that I go over every poem many times before posting and several times I alter it again once it's up posted as something maybe does not seem right so there is always a reason for every line and every choice of word etc.
this does not mean I am not open to crit by any means (as I have demonstrated many times in the past) but it does mean that I will always take seriously every suggestion made...but if I feel that my 'voice' is lost or the feeling I hoped to put over diluted I may leave it as it is.

On this occasion, although I fully see what you are saying...there is a slight but very crucial difference in your suggestions to what I am trying to portray.

The reason I have it starting the way it does is that I am asking a question Then I am answering my own question...so just stating "I love to wake to bird-song etc" is just making a statement and loses (for me at least) a bit of the passion.
The reason why I chose to use 'me' 'I' etc several times is that I am talking about ME and I am capturing my personality in the enthusiasm. I agree I can take out the washing line lol πŸ˜‰ If I was just to describe the beauty that would be a different poem altogether but I am answering the first line question 'How do I love nature?' so the answer running through the poem is how nature affects me at visceral level.
The reason I included the washing line is that I am contrasting the beauty of the area and the feelings of awe inspired in me as I go about mundane chores.
I wrote another poem while living in the country about "taking in my washing or washing lines under a star studded heaven" for that was what I saw, how it was...and the contrast between the things of this mundane reality were somehow emphasized by being viewed against what to me is awe-inspiring.
I can still see that scene in my mind so clearly...the basic human things contrasted with the magnificence of the creation.

I have tweaked the poem in several places and hope that this goes some way to explain why I write as I do. I daresay, it could be written several ways and even whittled down to a few lines (different style altogether) but we all have our own styles and mine tends to be as I say, a direct reflection of who I am as a person and how I express myself in everyday life.

Alison x

ifyouplease on 04-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
loved it!

Author's Reply:
wow just delighted Nic and over the moon you took it into favs :-)))

Alison xx

amman on 04-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
Hi Alison. I think your tweaking actually enhances the poem. Your inner voice is still self evident in the first line, 'How do I love nature', and the following (re-arranged) verse. The paring of personal pronouns later on in no way dilutes the visceral feeling of beauty and place (IMO). A lovely poem, indeed. which now goes into favs. Thanks for taking my critique in the spirit that was intended.
By the way, good idea of yours to post photos on personal pages so one can see the face behind the voice. For better or worse, I've posted mine there too. (rogues gallery).
Cheers.
Tony.


Author's Reply:
Hi again Tony

I have to agree that it's much better now. *thumbs up* This really is the beauty of open discussion regarding potential amendments and each person giving their honest feedback. I have always welcomed your opinion as you always have something very relevant to say. same as Shelagh who I can see gives really valuable critique.
I think to write so openly helps others too. I know I learn from reading crit on other poems as well.

If I am honest I had my reservations about the washing line LOL and taking it away has not changed the poem. The repetition in the first two lines of 'I love it' was intentional but again I was not sure if it really worked and seeing how it was brought to my attention I decided it was not in fact working.
I am delighted you came back to give the amended version another look, another rating and delighted you took it into favs!
Alison x


PS nice pic! I think it's great to see, as you say the face behind the poetry and though I can understand that some prefer to remain anonymous or low profile, I think it really helps to feel part of a community πŸ˜‰

Bozzz on 04-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
I wish I had your gentle kind touch when writing about nature. In my profession, medical microelectronics, Sod's Law was a prominent factor and atop its long list of titled negatives was the term "Mother Nature is a bitch". Yes, there is another side that involves cruelty - best not considered in our descriptive world. Loved the prosetry ! - I'll stay with your charms. ...David

Author's Reply:
You do make me smile David πŸ˜‰

many thanks all round

Alison x

karen123 on 04-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
This is really beautiful - I have a place where I feel so much of what you have written here

Author's Reply:
Hi Karen,
thanks for visiting and commenting. I think we all need a special place and many times it does not even have to be somewhere we have even visited but somewhere that we can travel to in the mind.
I have a couple but stumbled upon this other one that spoke to me.... so now I have three! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

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Miel on 06-05-2013
24 Hours in Bell Place.
A beautiful poem, I can definitely relate to this one.. You connection to the place and your love of nature stand out...

Author's Reply:
Hi Miel
I am so sorry for being so late to notice this and reply. Thank you for reading and your lovely comment.
Alison x


Calling in the Crows (posted on: 08-04-13)
A Shamanic poem, written when newly re-located to Edinburgh and homesick for the country and the crows in the trees all around my cottage there.

 photo d112f3dd-fe1e-42e1-9e56-543b86aee58a_zpsa998fc04.jpg Hear my voice in your cold dark dawn frosty branches and purple streaked sky. Awake! rouse yourselves! heads removed from covering wing. Come now, to this small city dwelling. Fly above the cliffs and the barren cornfields, majestic architecture and city churches. Let me hear your noisy ponderings as to the reason for your summons in adjacent bleak trees, devoid now of foliage, mute, trusting in seasons. Sloping down to the river flowing always flowing… Like life, breath.. no matter what the day has brought. En masse, your precious black bodies reminiscent of *Armadale talk to me beyond words, beyond worlds.... Become a covert shield, A dark place of re-connection; Power. Come now with comfort and tales of new tomorrows on your beaks; Petitioned from the steel horizon by one who loves to hear your stories. Cover me in blue black feathers, share your beating hearts with me. Shelter me among your squawking chaos. Peck me to life .  photo ce9910d0-defa-4aff-8b3d-72479d5c9813_zps6b52b7ed.jpg ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ * Armadale my country home
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Weefatfella on 08-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
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Aye Alison, The craws are noisy buggers in the morning.
I could hear your yearning with,>>
" Become a covert shield,
A dark place of re-connection;
Power.
Come now with comfort
and tales of new tomorrows on your beaks;
Petitioned from the steel horizon
by one who loves to hear your stories. "
Your words make you telepathic Alison.
Brilliantly done.
I'm Not Being sycophantic.
Your work is excellent.
Although not a poet,I do enjoy it, and can even sometimes get it.
Armadale? Not in West Lothian I take It? Maybe Skye? Thank you for sharing.
Weefatfella.xxx

Author's Reply:
Hi WFF
I would never ever look on you as psychophantic. I am very touched you read me and laughed when you said that sometimes you even get it! lol πŸ˜‰
Armadale here was the name of the cottage up in Sauchen in Aberdeenshire. A wee place sitting across from a farm then nothing for miles.
I lived there for 2 years and many times miss the tranquility of it and being surrounded by nature.
the crows and I got on just fine πŸ˜‰

Alison x

geordietaf on 09-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
So many lovely lines and I particularly like

'...tales of new tomorrows on your beaks'

A pleasure to read and ponder

Author's Reply:
Hello Geordie and welcome to my page πŸ˜‰
I think you normally write prose and I am useless at that so very delighted you have read, commented and rated!
Alison x

ValDohren on 09-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
So lovely Alison, hope your crows make an appearance to brighten your soul.

Val xx

Author's Reply:
wow Val, what a wonderful rating! Crows are much maligned but from the shamanic perspective they are special and I certainly grew to love them.
After my time in the country I never looked at them in the same way again. I really love to hear them in the tall branches.

Alison x

amman on 10-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
Hi Alison. Hope you're settling down to urban life after the tranquility of the country. Love the layout of the poem. The movements of the crows to depict landscape and the barrenness of the season and a nostalgia for that former lifestyle. Perhaps 'from your beaks' instead of 'on your beaks'. Love the last line. Very clever.
Cheers.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony

Thanks for reading this so well πŸ˜‰
The 'on your beaks' is deliberately chosen. I thought it was both more poetic as opposed to factual and also how my inner vision saw them en masse carrying a message to me.
I don't know if you will understand that but on this occasion that is how it is. Many thanks for reading and rating and yes, settled in the country but shamanic to my roots
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 10-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
You got me from 'Here my voice in your cold dark dawn' such a great opening line. It sounds like a Viking addressing Odin! There is always so much emotion in your writing; I love it. Mike xxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your appreciation Mike
Alison xxx

Fox-Cragg on 11-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
A love for Crows! While so much has been written and filmed about their horror, malice and supernatural, Daphne du Maurier, Hitchcock and Brandon Lee come to mind.
Another great read Alison.
Thank you for sharing. Paul

Author's Reply:
Hi Paul
I do not know why or how I missed this comment. Please forgive me. *bats eyelashes*

Crows have has a bad press. ;-(

I know they can do bad things but can't we all?
They are precious to me, far more so than seagulls for instance, although coming from 'fisher stock' as I do and being so used to having seagulls all over when I go home to the town I was born in.....I should prefer seagulls (love them too)
but somehow, crows and I am totally connected and I absolutlely love them

Alison x

Kat on 11-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
Centaurs, now crows, and I always feel I can relate to what you write. I think many do, and that is what good writers do instinctively, somehow send a message to the collective conscience. You're a conduit... ! :^) A wonderful write.

We have many many crows that assemble in winter time (I think then moreso) in big trees near our home. They are noisy and determined and make their mark... ! But I've often looked at their silhouettes in the distance as twilight comes, while sitting beside my son at the table while he finishes his meal.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Hi Kat,
When I first moved to the country, it was so different to anything I had ever known. I went there to escape and be alone for various reasons. There were no street lights and nights were pitch dark. I soon became at one with everything around me from trees to the cows in the farmer's fields.
A different style of living came upon me, one I have treasured ever since. In the morning the trees were full of their little black bodies. Then the noise started as they spoke to one another. I felt at one with them and then, often for seemingly no reason...at some given signal, the sky was full of them as they left for the day.
I came to look on them as guardians and still do.

They are highly intelligent.

Thanks again for sharing your thoughts.
When I go home to Nairn, the seagulls take over but my love is for the crows.

Alison x

Bozzz on 11-04-2013
Calling in the Crows
Oh dear Alison, afraid that the photo of nests you show is of a typical rookery and it would be wrong to call the rooks crows - the latter nest individually. Never mind - I feel sure that if you pay an extra Β£10 to UKA for your poetic licence fee you can call them what you wish - but watch out for the RSPB inspector. Lovely poem - great flights - Emirates eat your hearts out....David


Author's Reply:
ha! You perfectionist you! πŸ˜‰
Yes, you are right. I know a rookery in Nairn and the trees are very high like this. I chose the pic for the purple sky but it does not do the real setting justice as the trees were not so high round the house but they sure were full of crows. I wrote a few poems about them. have to rake some out from the dusty chambers of my old hard drive.
To see them all silhouetted against the dawn sky was just lovely.
Amazed at your rating so what's a rook or two between friends . Actually, I once had a pet crow but that's a whole new story! πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Children of the Words (posted on: 05-04-13)
love poem

 photo d80f76e3-c364-49c2-b14a-f8f469f1d367_zpsed411b9d.jpg Our words are born from all we share; The children that we never had. The dawns and midnights that we lost, to otherwordly reverie and castles in the air. I cradle them and always will, sealed in the chambers of my heart. Nurtured by your love that fills those bleak nights, with your cheer. But often-times I find those words hot-lipped and trembling whispering love... Those deep desires I will redeem, and fly to you with Eros wings, in silence, over silver seas. In deepest star-time, seek you out... To place my lips upon your lips and play within your dreams. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Children of the Words
Fox-Cragg on 05-04-2013
Children of the Words
Just Lovely. Its is one of those poems I could read over.
Many thanks Alison, a gentle way to start the day.
Paul

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Paul. Maybe better miss out my other one to preserve your good start to the day πŸ˜‰

Alison x

amman on 05-04-2013
Children of the Words
Beautifully crafted, Alison. A poignant and finely nuanced love poem, indeed. Really like the final stanza. One of your best.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Praise from you is praise indeed Tony. Glad you like this one.
Very delighted with the rating.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 06-04-2013
Children of the Words
Iv'e read and listened to this one, its a beautiful love poem ...and I love it. Thanks for sharing this with me. Mike xx

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Mike. I need to re-record this one as done in a hurry (recording) and feel it still is not quite right as far as recitation goes. It is indeed a love poem and bless you for your appreciation of what I was hoping to put across to the reader.
Your rating is the icing on the cake..I was going to say dog's bollocks but wanted to try to maintain a air of finesse lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x

ValDohren on 06-04-2013
Children of the Words
Beautiful Alison. Well worth a 10.

Val x

Author's Reply:

Slovitt on 07-04-2013
Children of the Words
alison: do like "and play/ within/ your dreams." gentle, sweet poem. i'm glad i read. swep

Author's Reply:
oops...sorry for late reply Swep.
Always happy when you drop in πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Dark Vision (posted on: 05-04-13)
*warning* This poem is NOT uplifting. It may be upsetting and disturbing to read, so those easily affected are warned in advance to pass this one by. Any comments are kindly directed to be about presentation, NOT about content. Thank you πŸ˜‰

 photo ccd25939-ce13-4ce6-8c13-58a348aeced5_zps58072d3c.jpg Had a horse called 'Texas' once. She shared my intuition. On forest rides her ears were like radars. We enjoyed pine scented air and all things good... Nature spoke I listened. Mole opened dark, moist soil... rich, natural in surrounding fields, I smelt it on the air. Seasons enlivened the spirit which resonated with joy at my connection... the future glistened with potential. Now? Oh, God have mercy! Now, what is good is denigrated, and what is bad is celebrated by cowards, the despicable and the brain dead.. The cross is inverted while fools gaze with hollow eyes, at TV screens and swallow whole the great lie, bloated with evil intent. We are manufactured, programmed siphoned off, dumb-ed down slow-killed, robbed of humanity and chemically castrated. Those who speak out ridiculed... A slithering menace is unleashed and the barren ground is even now prepared for countless white skulls. Monsanto genetically modified seeds have infested the crops and planted a nightmare, hatching a slow horror. Divine order has been broken, sanctioned by demonic government, killing the honey bees and crucifying farmers. Mad scientists are running amok and we, the lab rats on their extermination agenda, are asleep in our enslavement. Our air, water, food is poisoned while war drums and the cries of the dying are alive on the breeze. Mother Nature is beating her chest in agony. They've poisoned her life blood and cut out her lungs. Now they are raping her, daily. One future day, if this world survives maybe, someone will ride over my grave. But the horse may stumble... ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Dark Vision
Fox-Cragg on 05-04-2013
Dark Vision
Temptress!
After Children of the Words, how could I not read.
Your first stanza, I have done the same, my horse was called Mole.
My day is still bright.
She takes all our hurt and ache.
Great read with heart felt meaning.
Paul

Author's Reply:
How I wish I still had her. She was half Arab / half American Quarter horse...she was originally broken to western style so I often kept her just ridden with only a bosal round her nose...rather than a bit in her mouth. We were so in tune we may as well have been a centaur. πŸ™

Ah the good old days! You had a horse too?
Thanks for sharing. I see you live in Germany now, things are probably a bit better there but what I am speaking about is global.

Alison x (thanks for rating BTW)
and delighted you have taken me into fav poets. :-)))

cooky on 05-04-2013
Dark Vision
love it. I can feel the blood raging through your veins. This world has been sold to the highest bidder. Tomorrow we will be a rotting dustbin floating in a universe that will be glad to see the back of us.

Author's Reply:
Yes, sad that man's arrogance will always be his downfall. Thanks Cooky. and thanks for rating. I really had no idea how this one would go down but I simply HAD to write it! (although I feel that we also have a demonic agenda at work in the global elite.)
Alison x

ValDohren on 05-04-2013
Dark Vision
Says it all Alison - you have put into words what most of us feel and know. I have often said that the sooner we blow ourselves to smithereens the better, would save a lot of further heartache on this damnable planet !!

Val



Author's Reply:
I hear you Val, I hear you loud and clear πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Weefatfella on 05-04-2013
Dark Vision
 photo 6476617c-792a-4c7b-a60f-b80676cd1938_zps5eb0b534.jpg
Aye, the thing is Alison, it's all true.
People are screaming and nobody is listening. Thank you for highliting this.  photo ce30d8fa-7026-426c-9eb5-2a79b234455a_zps5e9bb330.jpg
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for posting that WFF!
To think my dad and my grandfather were proud masons....but like everything else, the lower levels do not have a clue what it's really all about and the higher levels worship Baphomet, Lucifer...whatever anyone wants to call the totally demonic agenda that has got the world in its grip now.
Even if people are not believers (and I am ) then they cannot fail to see the rolling out of Revelations and the Tribulation. This IS the final battle between good and evil.
I am no religious nut but I am glad I can use my discernment to see through the propoganda and the prostitute media. If they told me on the tv or papers it was raining I would want to go out and check.
They have a code of 'ethics' and so everything is inverted.
I do not believe North Korea are doing what they are doing for instance. (Most of the country is starving) They are puppets like so many but one thing is sure, the elites want a world war, they have everything ready, from underground bunkers and networks to their own silos of NON GMO food.
Bastards the lot of them!
Alison x

Andrea on 05-04-2013
Dark Vision
Hah! Couldn't agree more (as you know)!

Author's Reply:
Had to get it off my chest in a poem lol
Thanks so much for the rating.

Alison x

Pronto on 06-04-2013
Dark Vision
Sadly Alison mankind no longer inhabits the earth he infests it. Good ink I think!

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading this dark poem and rating.
It seems many share the feeling although maybe slightly different interpretations.
What a shame things have come to this ;-(

Alison x

franciman on 06-04-2013
Dark Vision
Alison, this is what poets are supposed to do. The trouble is that so many don't. The soft voice of God in the wilderness: his whisper neath the stars, is what this is. It's interesting, and perhaps disturbing that other poets see hear and agree with your message, yet very few write the warnings?
As a poet I really admire the work. As a fellow human I stand in awe of the purity of the voice.
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
I am rendered dumb at this comment. I do so often feel like the 'voice crying in the wilderness' but it simply cannot be stilled.
I never really imagined anyone would see that. So often seems like a "hiding to nothing" as they say but I cannot court popularity and be true to my inner voice all in one go πŸ˜‰

Thanks so much, Jim...and for taking it into fav reads.
Alison x

Pronto on 06-04-2013
Dark Vision

Alison dare I comment twice? Yes in this case I will. I read your poem and was most impressed I then listened to it and was mesmerised. You have a beautiful voice and you deliver it so well.
I hope no one starts a nuclear war because everyone, good bad and in between, will end up wearing the fallout; there is no escape from it either. In my military career I learnt that some of these nuclear particles .. (wait for it..) take 25,000 years to deteriorate by 10%. . Just a small unpublished fact!


Author's Reply:
Comment as many times as you want Pronto πŸ˜‰

I think if we go down the nuclear scenario we can kiss our backsides goodbye.
Hope we get a wee bit of warning so that I can hit the town beforehand yeah!!!
Alison x

shadow on 06-04-2013
Dark Vision
Splendidly apocalyptic vision - which may well come true. Trouble is - there are just too many people.

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in Shadow πŸ˜‰
I am thinking of my grandchildren,

Alison x

orangedream on 07-04-2013
Dark Vision
And I'm thinking of my grandchildren, too Alison. Well said, and more than deserving of its nib.

Tina

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Tina
Alison x

Kat on 08-04-2013
Dark Vision
Hi Alison

Just read this, and wow and power to your elbow! Wonderful, insightful and awe-inspiring.

What another beautiful photo of you too!

My favourite animal is a horse. Used to go horse-riding and desperately wanted my own horse as a child, and I once had a very prophetic dream involving a centaur.

Keep up your great work!

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your kind words Kat.
I too always dreamed of owning a horse one day, (and an Alsation) and I was lucky enough to own two of each in another earlier chapter of my life. πŸ˜‰
I am gob-smacked you had a prophetic dream involving a Centaur for so did i!
It was life changing on many levels and occurred about 20 years ago now but what it showed me has not faltered and is still unwravelling itself to me now.
It occurred in a 'lucid dream' so was as real to me as anything I experience here in this reality.

Alison x


Beyond Fences (posted on: 25-03-13)
Poem about depression in the family

Those days of Mutant Ninja Turtles sit painfully, mocking, in the recesses of a time when such things seemed to your young mind to be the enemy. From birth, your deep set eyes, feigned death at times while sleeping. So loved were you, I walked the night. On one occasion pneumonia almost claimed you. Had I not attended through mother's intuition in guided intervention you almost slipped away. And now, I am willing you to rise again, above this battlefield of hugely painful, debilitating curses, wrought on the body and the psyche by desperate desire to be well... Yes, I am a healer. So what more agony than to witness suffering beyond my remit ? Visited upon the very core of everything I ever wanted to leave upon this earth. Hell holds no greater horror than to surrender to helpless awareness. Consummate with being your mother is this desire to die for your release and this vilification of all your loving heart endures... Fierce love does that sort of thing. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Beyond Fences
Fox-Cragg on 25-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Wow Alison, kinda hits home.
Thanks for sharing.
Paul

Author's Reply:
Thanks Paul.
I write when the heart and emotions are engaged and many times delete it.
Double edged sword and all thar sort of thing...;/

thanks so much for reading and rating

Alison x

Kat on 25-03-2013
Beyond Fences
An excellent write, Alison. What masterly/motherly control you show and what love and care you also show, in bucketfuls.



There's a wee typo with an extra 'l' at the end of 'painful', which isn't nearly as important as the subject matter of this poem.



I so hope all is well again or better, or soon will be.



I also have no doubt you are doing all the right things and I'm sure this will be appreciated, though perhaps hard for the person to show or say.



? is the final line necessary...



I love this anyway.



Wow, indeed, to echo the Chairman.

Love the title too.



Kat x

Author's Reply:
Hi Kat πŸ™‚
I altered the response after a bit of behind the scenes unpleasantness.

thank you for taking into favs πŸ˜‰ xxx

Kat on 25-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Love your considered and excellent response, Alison. I'm chuckling away... I know what you mean re words we think we've sussed for years, then discover... 'the truth'?

I'm no Hilda Ogden, but used to always think pantomime was pantomine (in fact, just had to correct myself, yet again), and there are certain words I never seem to remember how to spell and always need to check... haha. Wouldn't be so bad if I could count, so I always liked to think I could at least spell. :^)

And I'd hate to have a typo or error go uncommented on - that's why I post here - for the super feedback and encouragement/interest.

The last line just seemed unnecessary as you'd shown that in the words already = the fierce love, and to me,

'of all your loving heart endures... '

this line ends things nicely in fitting with the rhythm and tone of your poem, and underlines the 'suffering' of the person with depression... keeps the poem with 'them' in mind...

I look forward to meeting you!

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Hi Kat

Many thanks xx

cooky on 25-03-2013
Beyond Fences
life is a mysterious thing. That bed of roses seems always to be on the other side of the fence. I feel your pain in this poem.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky. Thanks very much for the rating as well.

Alison x

Savvi on 25-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Powerful lines that only you could write. How to help with one so loved when emotions can sometimes get in the way. Its a hard reality when one realises that you may not be the best healer and can only accept your role as nurse. Have just listen to this and your voice gives this more depth and determination than I had read and the last line is needed. Many Thanks S

Author's Reply:
Thanks Savvi. I have re-recorded it as it sounds a bit slow but the new recording has not cancelled the old one..yet πŸ˜‰
I think as parents we suffer greatly to know that a child is struggling. that sense of helplessness is very hard to bear.
Many thanks for the rating.

Alison x

japanesewind on 26-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Hiya Alison, judged well I thought, not maudlin.
the dilemma a parent can find themselves in comes across.

Minor points on reading. I assume the "Turtles" were the
"Ninja" ones?
maybe Ninja should be there too because if a reader did not know of them they would have to take you literally, and suppose you kept "Mutant turtles" at some point, or worse that it was a metaphor. (hope that makes sense).

The word "sits" that starts line 2 could probably have the "S" knocked off.

seeya....D

Author's Reply:
Now I am gonna have to recite the whole thing again lol

I will knock off the s and give the Ninjas some thought Cheers! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

amended now ta πŸ˜‰

ChairmanWow on 26-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Alison,
This is a poetic tour-de-force. I like the last line because it is about WILL, and i think it works. Of course you know there are many, many out there who know what the mother in the poem is going thru first hand...

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Yes, seems to be a very common problem. Thanks as ever for reading and commenting.
Alison x

Kat on 27-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Alison, I've just listened to your beautiful reading of your poem, and yes, the last line is just the right finish...

It's quite a different experience to read a poem and to listen to one - quite an amazing difference really. And poetry is the 'spoken word' and should be so.

Beautiful work.

Kat x



Author's Reply:
thanks again Kat x ;-

RoyBateman on 27-03-2013
Beyond Fences
Though I don't have first-hand experience of what you were writing about (Lucky me...) the pain and experience were glaringly obvious: as a human being I understood everything. Certainly not an easy read, but a profound and memorable one. Thank you for having the talent and courage to share it with us.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Roy. I will try to lighten up if and when I post again πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Ionicus on 27-03-2013
Beyond Fences
A powerful and heartfelt description of a harrowing experience,
nicely crafted.

Luigi x



Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi.
Alison x

Hekkus on 01-04-2013
Beyond Fences
Hi.
I always think it's polite to reciprocate reviews, but this is a very strong piece anyway. It hit home with me, as Fox Cragg said, largely because I spent a lot of my working life as a psychiatric nurse. Technically I can't say much about the piece except that it was obviously written from your heart and it was moving without being in the least bit maudlin. I'm really a prose writer, and when I write poetry I usually go for rhymed verse where I have a ready-made structure. But this worked beautifully for me.
To quote Kat, I hope things are ok, or soon will be.
Thanks for your very constructive review of my piece. I was going to send a private message re this if that's ok with you. But I understand if you would rather let it be for now.

Author's Reply:
No by all means fire away (pm me) Many thanks for reading and commenting.
I am or was also a trained nurse though general not psychiatric πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Standing in the Gap (posted on: 11-03-13)
Dedicated to my grandchildren.

Photobucket You are small, now, and I am big. So big as to seem to you to be invincible, undefeatable immortal. But Time has his hand upon us all. You mentioned heaven... How can I portray the inexpressible to your infant minds? trusting for permanence but unable to grasp concepts. While my desire is to allay your fears? So I write... that I will always stand in the gap for you. Here, or there makes little difference. Just as my father does for me I will in turn do for you. What resides in the mind and heart is beyond corruption. Last thing at night know that this is true. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Standing in the Gap
barenib on 11-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
Lovely Alison, a poem to be read with the heart - John.

Author's Reply:
Thank you John. It was certainly written with the heart.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 11-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
Sometimes you take my breath away. I haven't seen my grandchildren in fourteen years; I've written my auto so they will know who I was. Beautiful. Mike

Author's Reply:
I have said many times that nothing prepared me for the out-pouring of love I have for my grandchildren.... just the most special bond. I am so sorry to hear of your loss and the sad thing is that it is their loss also ;-(

Thanks as ever for visiting my page, reading, commenting and rating.

Alison x

cooky on 11-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
Touching and very noble. I hope the grandkids listen to their grandma.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky, I think they do.
Well the one old enough does, the other two will in time I pray.
Alison x

Romany on 12-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
Deeply touching, and a passion and ideology that I absolutely, totally am at one with you in.

A child at school the other day asked me, innocently (he's only 6) and in front of other children whilst we were working as a group, if I believed in God. It really stumped me for a minute, as I don't want to be accused of influencing such delicate issues, especially in one so young, nor did I want to instil any doubt. After a couple of minutes (an eternity) floundering, along with some totally non-plussed shoulder shrugging from the equally stumped class teacher, all I could think to say was that I hadn't quite made my mind up yet and that I was still thinking about that one. He seemed accepting enough of that.

Even so, regardless of belief and whether I am right or wrong (because I am not a believer) I would absolutely stand in the gap too, no question.

Your best, in my opinion.

Romany.

Author's Reply:
Nice to see you back Sue. I am very touched that you thought this one of my best. It is easy to write loving poems when the heart is so engaged. Those little innocent minds so full of questions.
They bring out the very best in us, don't they? πŸ™‚

Alison x

Thank you for taking it into favs.

amman on 13-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
The simplicity of your words speak so eloquently of a grandma's love. Our grandchildren are so special to us.
Regards.


Author's Reply:
Hi Tony,
Yes, precious beyond words. Maybe one day when they are older, they might read this poem. I hope so.
Thanks for the rating too πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 13-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
And here was me thinking it was going to be a pome about the Tube...



No, seriously, brought a tear (I ain't kidding!)

Author's Reply:
aw Boss. I was hoping I would see someone jumping under the train....or getting mangled in the doors πŸ˜‰ Yes, sick I know. *evil grin*
Many thanks for reading and rating.

Alison x

Weefatfella on 13-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
Weefat sh. photo f444513d-ee51-4e3a-901d-53b87f952c49_zps521058b0.jpg
Very strange, I was positive I had commented on this wonderful piece already.
Absolutely brilliant Alison, I totally loved this.
As you say the special bond we have with our grandchildren is so rewarding.
I was sitting on the stairs with Adam, he's five. I was reminding him of the time I was in hospital very ill. In order to let him know I was much better now, when his wee eyes filled up, he dropped off the stairs and lay on the carpet with his head in his hands, after a second, he turned to me, and with tears rolling down his cheek he said, " I'm not crying Papa." I certainly was.
As I said Alison, absolutely beautiful piece.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Wonderful sharing WFF.
I know exactly what you mean. My little grandaughter says that she has "Grandma in her head" meaning I am always with her. These things money cannot buy. I pray that you keep well but as I say, there is never any separation for love conquers all.
Thanks again for taking into favs on all fronts.

Alison xxx

Griffonner on 17-03-2013
Standing in the Gap
Unquestionably one that I will treasure. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.

Author's Reply:
Hello Allen
Nice to see you back. I am thrilled by your most generous rating and that you have
taken this into favs. ::)
Just delighted
Alison x


Resilience (posted on: 04-03-13)
A 'rave from the grave' though never posted here before.

Photobucket I often question how deeply life can hurt me. The answer is, 'always more' A bottomless pit of ways to rob even the small pieces of happiness that squeeze through the cracks. The more persistent I am the more inventive circumstance. Oh, but it's all a waste of time. Though arid dawns and steel nights assail me, I was not born to break. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Resilience
Mikeverdi on 04-03-2013
Resiliance
Now that is just brilliant Alison 'I was not born to break' just brilliant! xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
I am pleasantly surprised to find you liked this one so much. It is just almost my mission statement lol
Thank you for the nomination. Again a huge surprise. πŸ™‚

Alison x

Savvi on 04-03-2013
Resiliance
Sad and very well written, congrats on the Nom, killer last line πŸ™‚ S

Author's Reply:
Thanks for seeing the certain sadness in it...but the message is one of inner steel.
Really appreciate the comment and the rating πŸ™‚
Alison x

Bozzz on 05-03-2013
Resiliance
Hi Alison,
How to mix imagination with beautiful but defining words. You have the secret. Stunning. David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David.
I swear I have been posting a while and I always wonder how a poem is going to go down. To be honest, when we don't, we have lost the creative urge I feel. Many *I* love have had a sort of lukewarm response and some surprise me.
I do always try to be honest in my poems though so it really is a case of 'take me or leave me', that's is the real me πŸ˜‰

Alison x

deadpoet on 06-03-2013
Resiliance
I also love that last line- I like to think I live that way too- never let yourself break though it sure gets close sometimes. Really enjoyed this honest poem. DP

Author's Reply:
Hi DP πŸ˜‰
Thanks for visiting my page and your generous rating. I think there are a lot of us about but we need to remember that trails and challenges are what shapes us.
Adversity breeds character...................well, so I keep telling myself *groan*

Alison x

Andrea on 06-03-2013
Resiliance
Bloody good stuff Alison. Couldn't agree more (as you know) πŸ™‚

Did wonder about the ? after 'I am' ...

Author's Reply:
Yes, I wondered about the question mark too. I originally had one after the line 'deeply life can hurt me' but took it out. They are both questions (as comes across with the recitation) ...but they are also statements too I suppose. Anyway, took the bugger out πŸ˜‰
I take you into this poem and under my wing not that it's much help *laughs sadly*

Anyway, we are game old birds and pop up like corks in the ocean yeah!
Thanks so much for the rating and many thanks to the nibbers as well. Very humbly and gratefully received.

Alison x

amman on 08-03-2013
Resiliance
Alison. Stunning and atmospheric photo. The last 3 lines speak strongly and poetically of (back off buddy) 'resilience'.

Not sure about 'inventive circumstance'; took some time to get my head around those particular 3 lines (but I'm probably being thick). Again, really like the progression from hurt to defiance, which defines your message and gives the poem its symmetry.
Regards.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
I am glad you liked the photo. I was not going to illustrate this one but I came across this pic which said EXACTLY what I was wanting to put across. It looks like a tree to me and I have no problem at all comparing myself to a tree. The branches are arms reaching up to a leaden sky in anguish....but they are also reaching up to higher guidance which actually speaks for me powerfully.
Not sure where you are finding the words tricky...when I speak of inventive circumstance...I am saying that the harder I try to find ways to be happy...the more that circumstances find ways to ruin even that...
anyway thankd for reading πŸ™‚

Alison x

amman on 10-03-2013
Resiliance
Okay, gotcha now. Told you I was thick. Again, great poem/great pic.

Cheers.

Tony.

Author's Reply:
:-)))

Texasgreg on 24-03-2013
Resiliance
Aye! I liken you to gold...beholding to the eye, strong enough to withstand elements and winds of time, soft enough to bend and mold into the beautiful piece of art you have become...

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
aww Greg, you sweet talker you, *bats eyelashes* xxx

ValDohren on 21-07-2013
Resiliance
Hi Alison - just having a brief gander through some of your stuff. This is brilliant as always, but I hope you don't mind me just pointing out that 'resilience' is spelt 'ence' and not 'ance'. I know these little details are important to you, so thought you might like to change. Sorry - spelling was always my strong point at school, many moons ago !!
Val xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Val Thanks for that. I would never have known. If something remains unchanged then everyone who knew it was wrong would spot it. ;-(
I did not know it was wrong haha but do now. Thanks again.
Alison x


Tapping the Glass (posted on: 11-02-13)
written for my father

Photobucket Sitting lost in reverie I thought of my father. Early budding on branches brings memories of another spring when we sat together silent, knowing he would not see the falling leaves, or another rebirth. That is the way of it for those who feel the seasons; Those who cannot disconnect themselves from 'all that is. ' He tapped the barometer nightly, before the stairs. Seas and seasons in his blood. Fisherman to navy man salt water veins... Yes, Dad the autumn came and went; Winters too. Passed...in woods for me and maybe seas for you. I pray you're somewhere, even now, in wonderment and boyhood dreams. I remain always seeking... many hurdles overcome, on this uphill road. and even yet, I hear the tapping of the glass. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Tapping the Glass
amman on 11-02-2013
Tapping the Glass
This is so moving, Alison and imo one of your best poetic offerings. Tied up so well in the final verse. Bravo.
The picture fits so well.
Regards.
Tony.

Author's Reply:
Thrilled to see this one so appreciated. My dad would have loved it too, I know he would.


Alison x

Mikeverdi on 11-02-2013
Tapping the Glass
Magnificent Alison, this is you at your best. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Mike.
I have a feeling you nominated it also so I really am very grateful.

Alison x

ValDohren on 11-02-2013
Tapping the Glass
Another beaut Alison.

Val x

Author's Reply:
OMG I am totally gobsmacked at the ratings. When we write for our nearest and dearest we want to do our best for them. My father loved poetry although he was much more into the 'proper' poetry of the rhyming kind.

Thanks so much. πŸ™‚

Alison x

cooky on 11-02-2013
Tapping the Glass
Alison at her best.

Author's Reply:
wow Cooky πŸ˜‰
Thanks very much.

Alison x

Ionicus on 12-02-2013
Tapping the Glass
Happy memories of a nightly ceremony - the tapping of a barometer - and a tribute to a beloved father.
A poem full of delicacy. Well done on the nomination.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi πŸ™‚

Alison x


Concealment (posted on: 11-02-13)
poem on depression in reply to Cooky who says he wishes I posted more from the dark side. I have many from the dark side so here you go! πŸ˜‰ Amended in second stanza thanks to Amman. x

Photobucket Come, dark night, with your sheltering cloak of shadows, wrap me firmly in your grip. Merge with the blackness of my thoughts; Cocoon me in the safety of your void. I cannot bear the dawn's approach exposure of my hidden self by the piercing light of judgement Let me slip back, safely concealed. A lonely silhouette in the murky depths, a heartbeat in the hollows of my stifled screams. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Concealment
amman on 11-02-2013
Concealment
Blimey. Alison. I'm feeling a tad depressed now. Seriously, the 2nd stanza doesn't sit quite right. Definitely don't like 'piercing beams'. Far be it for me to try to rewrite your words but, I see it something like this.

I cannot bear dawn's approach
exposure
of my hidden self
by the piercing light of
judgement

Regards.

+

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
I am always impressed by your insighful crit. You hone right on in so many times to bits I am not all that happy with and this was one such case πŸ˜‰
I really like the use of 'dawn' here as the poem is about darkness on all levels and it starts with the words "come dark night" so I am asking to be comforted and hidden in the darkness. I have happily changed the second stanza and it really does read so much better now. The drinks are on me! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

ps I used 'beams' as in my mind they stood for concentrated light the kind that would pierce darkness likle a torch or light from overhead helicopter, that kind of thing. πŸ˜‰

franciman on 11-02-2013
Concealment
Hi Alison,
I think the best poetry comes from emotion. Love, anger, frustration, indignation. I believe depression to be a time when our emotions are held at an extremely low peep and the ability to write of depression speaks from a position outside of the aforementioned depressed state.
This is undoubtedly good verse, but it is the emotive you that really makes your great verse. I much prefer the angry you, the scathing you, the essentially metaphysical you. And these very different Alisons don't come from your dark side.
I'm a lover of your work in all its forms; but if we are doing requests, give me your gift of fire!
cheers,
Jim

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
I hear you...I truly only become motivated to express myself in poetry through my emotions. (which I admit tend to be strong)
You say
" I believe depression to be a time when our emotions are held at an extremely low peep and the ability to write of depression speaks from a position outside of the aforementioned depressed state. "

I also understand that too and in the very depths, we cannot maybe find the energy but this was in fact written from the place described and so it is authentic.
The angry fiery me, is only available when I have the energy so to speak but this poem was meant to describe the hell of the terrible isolation of retreat...not maybe the Storm that is the warrior, more the tired, battle weary one that surfaces from time to time as a pit stop in the fray πŸ˜‰

I really appreciate your honest feedback, it uplifts me.
Alison x

cooky on 11-02-2013
Concealment
To see the light we need to embrace the darkness. The black mirrors of despair will always break when we are not afraid. Now I like this it is the curry which makes a pleasant change from the sugary sweet poetry which people get addicted to.

Author's Reply:
Ha I know what you mean Cooky. I don't think anyone can accuse me of writing flowery poetry! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

butters on 11-02-2013
Concealment
embracing the darkness can be soothing, a cloak to wrap about oneself - to find oneself in its grip, however, sounds very frightening . . . sort of like struggling against quicksand.

really like 'I cannot bear the dawn's approach/exposure/of my hidden self'

Author's Reply:
I liken the grip to be like swaddling clothes. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Alison x

Slovitt on 12-02-2013
Concealment
alison: at least you have a dialogue going, with "dark night". taking this to paper is an optimism, a sharing, implicit something/one to share with. swep

Author's Reply:
Thank you Swep

Alison x

Ionicus on 12-02-2013
Concealment
Nobody can accuse you of writing sugary poems, dear Alison.
You are in your element with strong and dark verse like this one.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Ideed Luigi. πŸ˜‰

I like the extremes in life for 'mediocre was never my calling '
Alison x

ValDohren on 12-02-2013
Concealment
Dark indeed - a place we would prefer not to be, although many have been there, and I can relate to this myself. Good one Alison.

Val x

Author's Reply:
I think many creative people experience 'the pit' on occaision. Thanks for reading and rating.

Alison x

Savvi on 14-02-2013
Concealment
The reader falls deeper into the dark, flow is great and your lines take us by the hand to a place we would rather not go, I loved it. S ps Congrats on N&N

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much Savvi.
Yes, nobody would want to go there alright.

Alison x


My Sage (posted on: 04-02-13)
a metaphorical poem about choices

Photobucket I entered his cave with trepidation in my heart and foreboding in my spirit. What advice would he now dispense other than to 'keep walking?' He held a sea-shell to my ear. But I was deaf to that old story of waves and tides. Too predictable, boring soul destroying. But I heard a young girl laughing, then she was crying, Oh! those tears… Soon, screaming, Then I saw the green depths of her soul in the water, battering the worn harbour walls like a drowned banshee. I cast that shell away from me. He smiled and said ''The choice is yours, it always was…'' My footprints were erased by the incoming tide; Still he sits, and I walk on. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for My Sage
Texasgreg on 04-02-2013
My Sage
No Alison, you were born to fly...

Greg πŸ˜‰



Author's Reply:
Ah Abba! They were totally one-offs.
Thanks for sharing. πŸ™‚

Alison x

cooky on 04-02-2013
My Sage
Reminds me of a dream. The conscience orchestrating the insecurities we feel in life. i like this

Author's Reply:
Yes, although this poem is personal, it could be interpreted on the wider aspect. Thanks Cooky

Alison x

bo_duke99 on 04-02-2013
My Sage
and we all walk on, thanks

Author's Reply:
Nothing else for it πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Andrea on 04-02-2013
My Sage
Another beaut (and gorgeous pic), Alison.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Boss πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Ionicus on 04-02-2013
My Sage
β€œThe choice is yours,
it always was…”
But you knew that; you didn't need a sage to spell it out.
A good write.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi. This poem was written about a time I could have become the banshee in the water πŸ˜‰

Alison. x

Mikeverdi on 04-02-2013
My Sage
I get a feeling of 'trapped' . It's just beautiful and so is the picture. You weave your stories like a tapestry for us to follow; we may not all arrive at the same destination .. but we all will have enjoyed the journey

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much Mike. This is an early one written about a trying time in my life when I did feel very lost.

Alison x

ValDohren on 04-02-2013
My Sage
Beautiful Alison, deep and stirring.

Val x

Author's Reply:
I am glad you found it so, Val. thanks for the rating.
Alison x

niece on 05-02-2013
My Sage
As always each time I read this I interpret it a different way...lovely poem!!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
That's great. Many thanks neice πŸ™‚

Alison x

franciman on 05-02-2013
My Sage
Hi Alison,
This caught my attention; and this:
He smiled and said
β€œThe choice is yours,
it always was…”

is the very essence for me. However imho, this one lacks the ethereal beauty and truth which normally imbues your work. I think perhaps it comes across more as a story than as metaphorical verse.
I'm sorry if it sounds harsh? Not my intention, but I feel the real poetry is buried here somewhere.
cheers,
Jim xx

Author's Reply:
Well this is an old one taken out for an airing. Perhaps it is too autobiographical and it does tell a story.
Sorry you did not like it but we cannot win them all. ;-(
Alison x

Savvi on 05-02-2013
My Sage
I dont always follow what you write, but I always feel like I have read something profound and I read this as an ending and lost hope. S

Author's Reply:
Hi Keith, That's for your honest comment. πŸ˜‰
It has highlighted again to me that just because we, the author, know what we mean, our readers may not.
I suppose this is one of those poems that the reader can interpret differently so I will explain it as it was written.
The last lines are highlighting the question in the first stanza. ie 'what would he advise but to keep walking'

'I walk on'

It is written from fact in that I did go to someone who I considered a mentor but who never ever minced his words. I was wondering what he would advise and he showed me that all life and happenings, good and bad are lessons. The sea-shell was the looking back from a very happy childhood to where I found myself, seriously depressed and wanting to not be here. (drowned banshee)
He practised 'tough love' so to speak. I knew the answer to my problems lay in my own hands and so I leave with renewed determination (keep walking).

I hope that explains it. It speaks of a time several years ago now.

Alison x

purplespirit on 07-02-2013
My Sage
The choice is ours... this metaphoric poem has so much to say, it is reaching deep and leaves me in thoughts. A real wisdom on life, beautifully expressed with excellent phrases and a delight to read. Thank you. Purple

Author's Reply:
Thank YOU Purple πŸ˜‰

Alison x

ChairmanWow on 08-02-2013
My Sage
For me the piece evokes how real choices aren't supposed to be easy... Fine work

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ralph I always appreciate you dropping in.
I am glad you saw the deeper message.
Alison x


Power of Woman (posted on: 28-01-13)
Kali is the Hindu Dark Mother, often misunderstood.... a poem of empowerment.


Photobucket The Darkness shall not have him for I have my hands upon him from a distance. And though my soul is dressed in female form never should that allow renegade thoughts of gentleness or helplessness to intrude on realization of my ability to slay those beasts of dark deception. Within every woman is Kali. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for Power of Woman
bo_duke99 on 28-01-2013
Power of Woman
strongly built, and perfectly balanced ;o)

Author's Reply:
Many thanks
Alison x

barenib on 28-01-2013
Power of Woman
Alison - a powerful piece as ever which has added to my sparse knowledge of Hindu culture! Just wondered about the comma after 'never'. John x

Author's Reply:
Hi John
Thanks for reading and commenting. The reason I put the comma there is that I wanted to highlight that pause, rather than just saying "never should bla bla.." I could have put it in itallics maybe but I have trouble getting ittalics to work on single words here ;-(
I think if you listened to the recitation you will see what I mean. However, if you feel it is not necessary I bow to your experienced eye and have removed it πŸ˜‰

Thanks again
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 28-01-2013
Power of Woman
I shall never look at my three wives the same now, in fact I shall be checking my currant one for arms πŸ™‚ Another great read. xxx

Author's Reply:
If you have 3 wives you deserve all that's coming to you once they get their arms flailing...;-)
Thanks for reading and rating!
Alison x

Miel on 28-01-2013
Power of Woman
A strong write- you depict the powers of Kali very well in this poem

Author's Reply:
That is music to my ears. Isn't she great?
Alison x

ValDohren on 28-01-2013
Power of Woman
Maybe that is why women are good at multi-tasking, with all those arms - we certainly need them! Anyway, very good write Alison.



Val

Author's Reply:
Glad you enjoyed it. Yes, we need all the arms we can get πŸ˜‰
Alison x

amman on 29-01-2013
Power of Woman
Empowerment indeed. Can't fault this, Alison. Love the layout, picture and powerful wording.
Cheers

Author's Reply:
Thanks Tony. See? we women are not to be messed with πŸ˜‰

Many thanks for reading and rating.
Alison x

Savvi on 29-01-2013
Power of Woman
The ever-caring mother fighting for her offspring no matter where they are, they too will be devoted in return. A fabulous show of strength, true to form. Thanks S

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading, commentating and rating Savvi
much appreciated. πŸ™‚

Alison x

franciman on 30-01-2013
Power of Woman
The picture is magnificent, without the words.
The poetry scintillates, without the picture.
The Two together beggar my meagre powers of description.
Is that Pittenweem in the background?
Alison, florid analysis aside, this is damned fine verse. A terrible beauty; nominated.
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
To say I am thrilled would be an understatement. This is one of my personal favourites. It is just wonderful to see it nominated and I am most grateful.

Alison x

PS never been to Pittenweem but scary thought to have her floating about in the sky lol πŸ˜‰

Andrea on 30-01-2013
Power of Woman
Ooooh, I say, that's marvellous! Powerful stuff indeed.

Mind you, I think you should spell 'realisation' the English way - 'z' always looks so...sharp.

Author's Reply:
Funny that. I have only recently started spelling it with a z. I think probably due to it coming out if I run something through spell check. I did realize oops realise that spell check tend to be Americanised.
Just when I was getting into the way of it an' all πŸ˜‰

As long as I don't start saying 'thru' *shudders*

Thanks for the rating!

Alison x

Texasgreg on 31-01-2013
Power of Woman
Lol, I've caught myself spellin' the way y'all do from time-to-time and just barely catch it as I have the habit of using spell check.

Alison, this is a super one indeed!

Gave this 'un to ya on another sub, (one of mine), but deserves a place here...

A woman's strength is not to be underestimated or unappreciated.

Greg πŸ™‚



Author's Reply:
Hi Greg
Indeed, women are the stronger sex in so many ways. LOVE the link you sent.
I am actually a certified fire walker and have walked the red hot coals many times as part of an initiation into being a warrior spirit.

I also carry fire medicine shamanically πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Kat on 31-01-2013
Power of Woman
Alison, this is wonderful and corroborates what I know... that women are the stronger sex... ! Haha, but I really believe that...

I think we have more insights, much less need to be 'in power'/in the limelight, more content to be in the supportive/nurturing role (behind every good man there's a good woman, and all that), and if anyone should threaten what we love, well, look out!

I'm not a feminist as such, more a humanist, and believe that the best kind of people marry strengths from all genders successfully... so I haven't decided to exterminate men yet. Hoots!

Excellent write.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Hi Kat
I am not a feminist either but I am a woman in touch with her 'Inner Goddess' πŸ˜‰ That means that I identify with the real woman and not the simpering plastic, surgically enhanced idiots we see in the media.

We have been seduced into relinquishing so much of our inherent strength by design.

I guess I am a bit of a rebel πŸ˜‰

Alison x

ps I am thrilled to be chosen as a fav poet. Thank you.

Texasgreg on 31-01-2013
Power of Woman
Aye! Now yer gonna have to do one whereby in one final conflict, women rule the world and peace prevails...

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Funnily enough Greg, I would not want that. I want a man to be a man.
We need more real men and less of the metrosexuals we are seeing now. I am old fashioned enough to want to be almost dominated (in a nice way) but as as my dad always said. "it will take a strong man to tame our Ali" and he has not come along yet and maybe never will. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Slovitt on 31-01-2013
Power of Woman
alison: i only noticed this one last night, so deep in the scroll even as my BUTTER that i hadn't scrolled that far but a time or two. this is one of your sparest, most effective pieces, nothing extra, words, or sentiments. i don't generally have a great affinity for pieces about exotic religions or figures but this is pretty pure and would continue to be so if you pared it of exotica. perhaps the best written of your pieces i've read. swep

Author's Reply:
Hi Swep
I appreciate greatly your assessment. I do think I tend to write in different styles as the one I will probably post tomorrow will testify and so some may appeal more to some poeple than others but I am very happy you liked this one. It is a personal poem (well they all are) and so I have a lot of fondness for it.
It was meant to come over as a statement of personal power rather than essentially a poem as such as I feel that when we are really being true to self, it shows in our work.
Alison x

barenib on 31-01-2013
Power of Woman
Alison - just about the boring old comma, I think that 'never' being on a line of its own does the job πŸ™‚ I listened to the recitation by the way, very powerfully done - John x

Author's Reply:
yes, John. I am learning all the time and very glad to be so too. Every time something is pointed out to me, I hope I remember it for the next time. I would far rather that than folk read and wish I had not done something that nobody saw fit to bring to my attention πŸ˜‰
x

butters on 31-01-2013
Power of Woman
great write, Alison! a real 'hands off, he's mine" piece



Author's Reply:
Thankee kindlee πŸ™‚

More an affirmation of 'tangle with him and you have me to answer to, too. '
A declaration that some have backup in the spiritual realm πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Thanks for the rating! πŸ˜‰

Texasgreg on 01-02-2013
Power of Woman
Aye! Had to repeat after yer last as I just don't see you being "tamed". Admittedly had to look up metrosexual as I wasn't positive, but appears to basically be one consumed with appearance. I just see what has taken place in this world with men at the helm and fear what is in store if it continues. I guess a common middle ground would be men and women standing side by side. Women are entering the battlefield officially, (United States), so maybe that'll help quench our thirst for blood..*hoping*. I think that would work in the realm that you're thinking of as well. πŸ˜‰



Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:


Parallels (posted on: 21-01-13)
poem


.Photobucket Here I find myself, caught in reverie. Sanguine lips, thighs, yearning... Far away, over seas of aquamarine he waits for changing seasons. The sand is on his mouth where he kissed the red earth; While his spirit sings softly of days wrenched from his grasp. Still, in the night air I feel him, always. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for Parallels
orangedream on 21-01-2013
Parallels
Beautiful, Alison.

Tina

Author's Reply:
Thanks Tina πŸ™‚

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 21-01-2013
Parallels
Your poetry always reaches inside of me Alison. Mike xx

Author's Reply:
What a lovely comment, thanks for the rating as well.
Alison x

cooky on 21-01-2013
Parallels
lovey write. You always take the reader with you.

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it Cooky, thanks for rating too.
Alison x

Savvi on 23-01-2013
Parallels
Its hard being apart from loved ones, as ever you capture the essence beautifully. S

Author's Reply:
:-)))
Thanks for reading and rating!
Alison x

Texasgreg on 23-01-2013
Parallels
Ah, Alison!

The longing is almost like lovemaking at times, isn't it?

Beautifully painted...

Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
Better put them guns away Greg. That devil Obama is gonna come and take them any day! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Texasgreg on 23-01-2013
Parallels
Aye Alison! That’s where the P.O.T.U.S. and I part ways, but I don’t vilify him for his concern and stance. Chicago is one of the deadliest places in the U.S. and has strictest laws on gun control. I think we would agree on your steamy poetry though…

Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
Don't get me started on Obama πŸ˜‰
Just start stocking up ....


butters on 23-01-2013
Parallels
so glad i found this one, stormie - beautiful, especially the second half . . . the sand on his lips was inspired!

Author's Reply:
ooh my! many thanks and super rating too πŸ˜‰

Alison x

niece on 24-01-2013
Parallels
Amazingly beautiful imagery, Alison...so much packed into those few lines...Wow !!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks Niece
I hope all well's with you.
Alison x

Kat on 24-01-2013
Parallels
There is so much to enjoy here... very organic and complete... very beautiful and evocative, hypnotic even.

Wonderful!

I just put some info on Luigi's thread for you, dear Alison... Kat x

Author's Reply:
Great you are coming to Edinburgh. πŸ™‚
You will be so glad to get back. thanks for your kind words on this poem
Alison x

Andrea on 24-01-2013
Parallels
Marvellous, Storms! Love the pic, too.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea. I do enjoy choosing pics but hope it's not getting to be a craze with me lol
Alison x

Ionicus on 24-01-2013
Parallels
So easy to miss items now with submissions forever increasing.
This nearly escaped the net and I apologise for the late comment.
A sensuous and delicate poem which is another gem in your repertoire of romantic verse.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
I know Luigi. I notice you are not much luckier than me when it comes to where we appear on the page. I know it's all a matter of chance but apart from once, I tend to find myself at the bottom of the heap lol
I think it really does affect the readership of the poem but it's all the luck of the draw.
Thanks for enjoying this one. I know you have a real romantic streak and I really appreciate your gererous rating.

Alison x

Caliban on 25-01-2013
Parallels
Very lovely Alison. Touched my heart (as good poetry should!)

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in and your lovely comment and rating.
Alison x

ValDohren on 26-01-2013
Parallels
Beautiful write - captures well the essence of romantic longing.

Val x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Val and for your most generous rating.
Alison x


My Stallion (posted on: 11-01-13)
A love poem about the beauty of passion liberated. Another little naughty one from ole Stormy's archives πŸ˜‰


Photobucket My love is like a stallion, proud Such power in his thighs; 'mid thundering hearts and sweating flanks, we lose ourselves in sighs. My cherished, comes in skies of blue. His inner beauty slays me; He takes me far above the clouds when on his bed, he lays me. Such sweet delight is caught in sight as rapt, I look towards him; Such tenderness, as we undress my eyes, they feast upon him. I melt into his loving arms our hearts so gently racing, as fiery darts his tongue imparts while fingers do their tracing.... My skin on fire... As even higher, he takes me with his loving, I want the very scent of him! so strong is my desire. Our kisses are both deep and sweet, as stronger grows our yearning; The world is lost! I cannot think! The Earth has stopped its turning! He plays me like a mandolin with expert nimble fingers; He knows my needs and passion feeds as at my treasure, lingers. Come, enter me and set me free from all these chains which bind me. For only in those blissful arms can my true spirit find me! ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for My Stallion
orangedream on 11-01-2013
My Stallion
Gosh, Alison, I shall have to go and have a lie down in a darkened room; either that, or get in a bottle of Beaujolais and tell my other half I'd like an early night;-)

Seriously though, an evocative poem, beautifully written, and a stunning picture.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
"get in a bottle of Beaujolais and tell my other half I'd like an early night;-)"

That's the spirit!!! πŸ™‚

Alison x


Savvi on 11-01-2013
My Stallion
It builds beautifully, your flow sublime. S

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and rating!
Alison x

Andrea on 11-01-2013
My Stallion
*faints*

Author's Reply:
'Ere try these smelling salts πŸ˜‰

Ta very much for the rating!
Alison x

amman on 12-01-2013
My Stallion
Quite tenderly erotic, Alison. Nice rhythm and pacing. Not sure about the first 3 lines of 3rd verse tho'. 'she' seems a bit 3rd person.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony

I deliberately had that line in as third person to sort of highlight things, like give it another dimension.
However, it does matter to me how others read it and so I have amended the poem now. The recording is now out of sync as I am away from home so will not match till I get back. Thanks as always for your honest crit. πŸ™‚

Alison x

Kat on 12-01-2013
My Stallion
Another beautifully presented poem. Is that a moonbow in the picture?

This is what it says it is, and I just love the rhythm.

I was a bit unsure about:

'He knows my needs and passion feeds
as at my treasure, lingers.'

Not quite sure I understood that (not that I have to).

Greatly enjoyed, all the same.

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Egads...I will try to explain that part.

He was a very considerate and teasing knowledgeable lover....so he is in tune with my desires but knows too that it builds sexual tension to hold back a bit...:-)))

Alison x
ps, yes, it's a moonbow πŸ˜‰

Texasgreg on 12-01-2013
My Stallion
Aye, Alison!

Written in your tongue, (no pun), and done as only you do.

Good steamy stuff...

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg. Just a part of my multi-faceted nature lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x

amman on 13-01-2013
My Stallion
Hi again, Alison. I like this much better overall. The 3rd verse flows so well now (imo).
Good stuff. Having read it again, have to go and lie down!
Tony.


Author's Reply:
So glad you took the time to get back to me Tony. Your advice was spot on so thank you.
Now behave yourself when you go and lie down, won't you. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Ionicus on 13-01-2013
My Stallion
Your voice conveys the approaching orgasm with intensity and makes your poem come alive. The recording is worth listening to in conjunction with the text.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks for appreciation and rating Luigi πŸ˜‰
Alison x

cooky on 13-01-2013
My Stallion
A very sensuous write. The air must be like viagra where you live. Excellent .

Author's Reply:
he he he thanks Cooky πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Capricorn on 18-01-2013
My Stallion
Wow Alison! I'm so glad I returned to read this very sensuous, well written piece. I'm almost speechless and think, like others will have to lie down. (or faint like Andrea)
Beautiful!
Eira x

Author's Reply:
Hi Eira πŸ™‚
Sorry for delayed reply. Hope you have duly recoved now πŸ˜‰
Thanks so much for the lovely rating.
ALison x


Branching Out (posted on: 07-01-13)
To love..is a life long condition...


Photobucket He leaves me with a heart full feathered and blossoming into life. Far removed from the shroud of misery in which he found me…. Surely, he has come from a higher source? So pure our bonding in words; For what we shared means there is no separation, no judgment. I am carved in the heart by love and elevated by the knowledge of sharing arteries of life and death and everything in-between; There is no place he will not be remembered; Nature becomes a tapestry of his thoughts. Alive always in notes and passion, colour and form, stillness and storms, I find myself soaring to be with him, loving him always, and smiling. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for Branching Out
Texasgreg on 07-01-2013
Branching Out
In all things do I remember thee...

You sum it up eloquently, romantically, and fully!

Greg πŸ™‚


Author's Reply:
Hi Greg
Guess you could say that I believe in love, the true kind, that stands the test of time πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Kat on 07-01-2013
Branching Out
Hi Alison

This is so beautifully presented and executed. Love it!

Kat x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Kat πŸ˜€
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 07-01-2013
Branching Out
Beautiful, you capture the feeling of love as one would want it; but seldom get it. Thankfully I have it now. Mike

Author's Reply:
Glad to hear that mike πŸ˜‰
I try to see the blessings and teachings in everything.
Alison x

ifyouplease on 07-01-2013
Branching Out
πŸ˜€ so uplifting words very well written, i guess love for you is not inexpressible.xxx

Author's Reply:
Absolutely ! πŸ˜€
thanks Nic
Alison xxx

PS delighted you did me the honour of taking this into your favs and me into fav poets.
Means a lot xxx

Savvi on 07-01-2013
Branching Out
This has your wonderful flow easing through it balancing well chosen words with topic. Lovely. S

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much. This poem came complete if you like....
And had to read it myself. I used to never alter those which come like that but these days I do if it helps the poem.
Thanks for rating πŸ˜€
Alison x

franciman on 07-01-2013
Branching Out
Hi Alison,
This is so you. Chock full of wonderful imagery, but! This one line stands out as inelegant and ungainly. I think I catch your intention but not sure:-
'Surely, he has been from higher source?'
On the other hand this is sublime:-
'Far removed from the shroud of misery
in which he found me….'
cheers,
Jim


Author's Reply:
Hi jim
That line is quite crucial that's why it"s a stand alone line.
I am inferring that he was heaven sent to me in my time of need. In that it was transformational and I am acknowleging the way people can come into your life for a reason.
I am away from pc just now so will give it some thought.
Always welcome your honest feedback πŸ˜€
Alison x

I have restructured that line. As I said to savvi this poem wrote itself.
Only when you highlighted that sentence did I see the grammar was not right.
Think it reads better now. Just have to rerecord it.
Maybe you think line is not necessary anyway.....again will think about it. πŸ˜‰

Ionicus on 08-01-2013
Branching Out
'To love is a long life condition' is a brilliant introduction to this poem of ethereal quality, Alison. The miracle that love can bring is summed up in the opening stanza:
"He leaves me with a heart full feathered
and blossoming into life.
Far removed from the shroud of misery
in which he found me…."
The whole poem flows well and exudes a feeling of optimism.
Well done.
Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Luigi πŸ˜€
Alison x

Bozzz on 08-01-2013
Branching Out
Hi Alison, as an ex-aircraft engineer I was momentarily stunned by the first line. To fully feather the heart (an engine) means to shut it down and align the propellor blades to minimise drag because something else is wrong! Just joking, but be careful what you ask for !!??. Lovely poem - thank you for flying with me...David Bozzz.

Author's Reply:
Hi David
Well fancy that!
I had never come across that term before I wrote it as the poem just 'arrived' like that and I saw it as being now ready to fly hence the title πŸ˜‰
Besides I find it easy to liken myself to nature, in this case a bird.
I could not agree more about being careful what we wish for though πŸ˜€

Thanks for rating and sharing. Hope I don't get mangled in your propellers πŸ˜‰
Alison x

orangedream on 09-01-2013
Branching Out
Lovely piece, Alison, complimented beautifully by the picture.

Savoured and very much enjoyed.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Tina πŸ™‚

Alison x

niece on 09-01-2013
Branching Out
I can never read your poem without imagining (?) that there is something spiritual to it πŸ™‚ ... this took me into that heavenly space where love transcends its worldly meaning πŸ™‚

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks Niece, well you know me...;-)
usually a spiritual slant to almost everything.

Alison x

cooky on 10-01-2013
Branching Out
I think I need some of this air that you breath. another wonderful write.

Author's Reply:
SO sorry I missed this comment Cooky. Thanks so much and sorry again for delay in replying.

Alison x


The Raped (posted on: 31-12-12)
Written for the young woman brutally raped and murdered in the most horrific fashion in India. God wiling, her dreadful suffering will galvanise a change in how women are treated and rape is seen as the most awful crime that it is.


Photobucket She slipped away and rose high above the machines the broken, desecrated body she'd inhabited. She left and she soared through the ether, ringing with wails and mixed voices calling for justice, radical change. Flying on and up immune now to the suffering and humiliation. The greater picture of her life and sacrifice was revealed. The bestiality of evil men set loose. The pain and empathy of the good men fathers, sons and loving husbands, The sacred bonding of empowered women, everywhere. As her journey turned to light and bliss she understood her valour her place and meaning, her soul contract fulfilled in a broken world. On seeing all she smiled at last. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for The Raped
Texasgreg on 31-12-2012
The Raped
So beautiful and sad knowing the source behind the story. To also think that she was a medical student dedicated to the nurturing and wellbeing of others...

Point to ponder-Here, those men may very well have been bagged instead as many women are armed.

Thank-you, Alison!

Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
One cannot grasp the total bestiality involved and this happens all the time in war too.
There is something full of hatred that can do that to a fellow human being. Something that makes them lose the right to breath.

Thanks as ever Greg

Alison x

cooky on 31-12-2012
The Raped
The thoughts of millions lie within these words. A poem which should be sent to the media me thinks.

Author's Reply:
Some people seem to come into the world to suffer, to highlight things that need changing.
If this was my daughter, I don't think I could go on living.

Thanks Cooky

Alison x

Texasgreg on 01-01-2013
The Raped
Aye! A young high school student is in danger for writing a poem lamenting peoples' suffering being cause for the Sandy Hook murders. Let the writing rule and cause mankind to dialogue!

http://now.msn.com/courtni-webb-high-school-student-suspended-for-sandy-hook-poem

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Indeed. When they start clamping down on free expression of the written word we are well on the way to a fascist dictatorship.

Don't know if it was you who nominated this poem but I am very delighted. I wanted it to somehow honour her but the situation is very painful for all her loved ones.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 02-01-2013
The Raped
Sadly this is one life among thousands that are used in this way daily throughout the world. Your poetry is touching expression of the way so many of us feel. Sometimes it\'s hard to hold your head up as a man in a world that let\'s this happen. You said that you would not know how to go on living, unfortunately my only thoughts would be vengeance. Mike xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
Another difficult poem and I hope me saying she smiled at the end does not trivialize her great suffering. It's just that I think we were all very brave to come here to this world...it is so full of evil now as though it is running rampant. I feel some take on a special burden to affect change and maybe, just maybe, from the higher spiritual perspective, she felt she had achieved that. I do so hope she does.
I hope and pray her death will be the catalyst for change to protect women from henious crimes like these.
I also understand that it can make men feel very ashamed of their sex but that is why I highlighted the good men who are in the great majority.

I has actually taken a lot of my energy for me to write and post this week as holding extreme emotions can be very draining.
I would certainly not be calling for people to "turn the other cheek" here. They have forfeited being part of the human race but sadly it seems to be happening so often.
The other side of my coin is being able to recognise and appreciate beauty and love where ever I see it so the pendulum swings both ways.

Thanks very much for the generous rating, much appreciated.

Alison x


To the End of the Line (posted on: 31-12-12)
Metaphorical poem of a potential tomorrow. This poem was first posted years ago but it has a new urgency now...


Photobucket I sense the destination of this train though the travelers quaff sparkling wine and engage in stylish talk, the rattling of my bones will not be stilled. Several stops between boarding and supposed destination, (the knowing among us are not fooled) But I cannot jump carriage and leave my offspring unprotected, bereft... So I sit tight and my mouth refuses to divulge the very worst of what I have been shown, metal girded muteness. So we sing together and laugh. At least we try; And the pink hue in the distant sky is a new tomorrow. Or so I tell them…. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for To the End of the Line
franciman on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
Alison I love the powerful metaphor. It reminds me very strongly of a train journey to Auswitz and in reality the ending you propose would seem to be the same.
This is prophetic poetry of the very highest calibre.
speechless, which is unusual for me!
cheers,
Jim x


Author's Reply:
Damned near speechless myself at that really WOULD be a first! πŸ˜‰

Thanks so much for appreciating this poem, the nom and the way you seem to be able to really 'read' me in my work over the past year.
Much appreciated.
The Auswitz scenario is very true. I always wondered growing up how the whole mechanism of the horror that unfolded in Germany and Poland could have come to pass. Did nobody see? Did nobody blow a whistle when they saw the paraphenalia being implemented?
It's a gradual unfolding with a dark agenda in control, same as now.

Happy New Year nevertheless.
Alison x

Savvi on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
This is so sad, a perfect metaphor, beautifully written. S

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and your lovely rating.
Alison x

Corin on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
Personally, I am going to get my fiddle out and play 'The Irish Washer Womans Jig'


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlcVcm57fqE

"Cry Havoc and let loose the dogs of war"

Author's Reply:
Now that you have explained to me the depth of your comment ie 'fiddling while Rome burns' πŸ˜‰
perhaps we should indeed just give in and make hay while the sun shines. (or before they put a carbon tax on it)

You can play the fiddle and I will do the washboard...lol

Alison xx

Texasgreg on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
Aye! I purposely saved this 'un for last as I suspected it was special. I gathered the same as Jim, (were you two in concert on your postings?), and was especially struck by the character's unwillingness to self-preserve in order to meet fate with loved ones.

Superduper!

Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
I gathered the same as Jim, (were you two in concert on your postings?),


Yes, I was on the drums and he played the bagpipes. πŸ˜‰

thanks very much for great reading.
Happy Hogmanay och aye!
Alison xx

cooky on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
No one wants to be on this train, but I fear destiny has a seat waiting for all of us. Thought provoking write indeed.

Author's Reply:
Indeed Cooky. Want me to save you a seat? Thanks so much for the great rating and Happy New Year!

Alison xx

Texasgreg on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
Aye! I could only visualize the reverse, but then I’m becoming quite perverse...

Greg πŸ˜‰


Author's Reply:
hey! that's a poem!

butters on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
best of yours I've read so far, Alison!

you make your point better in these shorter, quieter lines than in your longer, more openly-impassioned posts over on the forums. sometimes a lighter touch is the better tool than trying to bludgeon people over the head with views they don't share.

this is good writing, and your opening lines very clever visually and sound-wise.

Author's Reply:
Err I don't combine the two. I look on them as two totally separate platforms ;-/ My forum posts are designed to stimulate thoughts, same as anyone else's. Mine are impassioned as I care deeply for what I see unfolding so make no apologies for that.
I suppose there is a blending in this one. If I bludgeoned you over the head I hope the pain has died down by now πŸ˜‰

Happy Hogmanay.

Alison x

Ta very much for the rating an' all.

japanesewind on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
"It's a gradual unfolding with a dark agenda in control, same as now."

You are right, lets hope it never comes to pass.......D

Author's Reply:
Darkness can never cancel light.
However, "all it needs for evil to succeed is for good men to do nothing." Edmund Burke
I do my tiny bit to raise awareness as and when I can.

Happy New Year
Alison x

Slovitt on 31-12-2012
To the End of the Line
alison: several stops......cannot jump carriage/and leave my offspring/unprotected...so i sit tight...so we sing together...or so i tell them. your poem has a feel of a train going to a concentration camp. well and effectively written. swep

Author's Reply:
Thanks Swep, much appreciated.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 01-01-2013
To the End of the Line
Alison, this is a truly wonderful write. I say this not just for myself but with the confidence of the previous comments and ratings you have achieved. I am not always sure I get the point, but here.. one cannot fail. I particularly liked the first verse, for me it sets the tone of the poem instantly. In a strange way the journey is like my life at this moment, and after a couple of readings that is how I read it. I love it. Mike xx

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
Happy New Year to you. πŸ™‚
I know you are struggling in your own little hell at the moment. There are times in life we need to embrace the totality of the global sickness.......and times to retreat and take care of our own dear 'selves'. This is one such time for you my friend. Do not waste your energy in anything other than willing yourself back to wholeness and appreciating every moment of life. Be it what we will, it is still a gift to us.
I wish you health and happiness in the years to come.

Alison x


deed on 02-01-2013
To the End of the Line
Hello,

I find the lines, 'though the travelers quaff sparkling wine
and engage in stylish talk,' very chilling. It is difficult to understand why populations can ignore atrocities. A strong poem that makes us think. Thank you for posting it.

Author's Reply:
Hi Deed πŸ˜‰

Ever been in the midst of a "yuppie bar" where all the 'well to do' spew forth their shallow, ignorant assumptions from a postion of total ignorance of what is really happening? I am sure you have, me too, too many times. I have found the "I'm alright Jack" mentality makes me sick but in a way I pity them too, for when the shit hits the fan, they are going to know what it's all about, same as the rest of us. ;-(

Thank you so much for reading, understanding and the wonderful rating.

Happy New Year.

Alison x

peg on 03-01-2013
To the End of the Line
'metal girded muteness'...a brilliant expression of silence.This poem haunts me. Dare I read it again? Yep, have to. Excellent penning...Maggie

Author's Reply:
Hi Maggie

Many thanks for reading even although it is indeed a very dark poem ;-( I am most humbled by the super ratings it received including yours. I did not know what sort of reception it would get but it does speak of my deep concerns for humanity at this time.

Aliosn x

orangedream on 05-01-2013
To the End of the Line
A wonderful poem, Alison, more than deserving of its accolades.

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Hi Tina πŸ™‚
Humble apologies for this late reply. I only stumbled upon the page and found out I had omitted to thank you for reading and commenting. Much appreciated.
Alison x


Red Velvet Revisited (posted on: 21-12-12)
Follow on from Red Velvet 1 --> RED VELVET 1 A little bit of Christmas Erotica. πŸ˜‰ Merry Christmas everyone.

I know what I want in my stocking and just the man to deliver. Time has not dulled the desire nor blunted the senses. Your words still moisten my inner being. Awaken the sleeping serpent to soar to bliss. That sweet neck, awaiting my mouth, those sulky lips, wide and able to ring my bells, bring me home... Such innocence and devil combined melts me in this seeping yearning of dark-night surrender. Let's share some red velvet. The world can go to hell come here and kiss me.... ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Red Velvet Revisited
Corin on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
That's better - wonderful, lucky man.

David

Author's Reply:
Glad you like it .
Dark nights and candles get me all fired up. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Ohhhh, crikey!

*faints*

Author's Reply:
hehehe that gave me a right laugh! πŸ˜‰
Alison x
ta for rating

Mikeverdi on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Again (for me) as in the first, its the last lines that dress the poem (or should that be undress). Thanks for writing again. Mike xxx

Author's Reply:
Like a bit ot titillation, I do πŸ˜‰

Thanks for commenting and rating, Mike.

Alison x

franciman on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
OK so you're back!
Quite frankly Scarlet, my old bit of curtain material; you need more than manure to raise this hothouse flower.
On a more serious note, this is breathtaking Alison. It can only have been written on the upside of your arc. Well done.
Merry Christmas,
Jim x


Author's Reply:
Don't know about the upside of my arc, Jim...
guess I am a slave to my emotions and when I lose my desire you may as well nail the coffin lid down. πŸ˜‰
Thanks for your incredible rating.

Merry Christmas!!!
Alison x

Slovitt on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
alison: you can be a naughty little puddy cat. and it's probably pretty nice. swep

Author's Reply:
Too right Swep! Life's too short to behave.
πŸ˜‰

Alison x

japanesewind on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
wide and able
to ring my bells,

Merry xmas.....D

Author's Reply:
Merry christmas to you too! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

cooky on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Hot stuff. Always a pleasure to read your work

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky. :-)))
Season's greetings
Alison x

butters on 21-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
made me smile, alison πŸ˜€ loved the first one, reading back on it through your link!

Author's Reply:
I get a bit frisky this time of year (or make that anytime lol ) πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Savvi on 22-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Ring a ding ding πŸ™‚ time for a cold shower me thinks. I really enjoy your writes, never fail to deliver.S

Author's Reply:
You rang? πŸ˜‰

Thanks so much

Alison x

Ionicus on 22-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
I am sure that there are many wishing to fill your stocking, Alison, and many more will flock to your chimney after reading this steamy declaration.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Better not light my fire then...;-)

Alison x

Texasgreg on 28-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Aye, Alison!
They say men are "visual" creatures. I guess so as this piece is visual indeed for me, lol.

I like these from you,

Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
thankee kindleee

Alison x πŸ˜‰

pdemitchell on 28-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Good to see you as sizzling as ever! Wish i hadn't got myself elected as a councillor now as I miss the old gang! πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Mitch!!!
Well bless my cotton socks. (or should I have said black stockings? )

SO good to see the best 'critter' grace my page again. πŸ™‚
Christmas howls to you and high time you were back here!
Alison x

amman on 30-12-2012
Red Velvet Revisited
Fifty shades of red Velvet! When the desire goes they can nail me down. Seriously, this is very good poetry, Alison.

May the new year bring you health and happiness, and a full stocking any old time.

Cheers.

Author's Reply:
I'll drink to that! Thanks for the rating and your encouragement all year Tony. xxx
I plan to make Red Velvet 3 so hot it will sizzle on the page.

Just have to do some field research meantime πŸ˜‰
Alison x


A Different Field to Plough (posted on: 07-12-12)
Written a couple of years ago on the death of my nearest neighbour in the country.....in honour of farmers. The 'Salt of the Earth'

Photobucket The tractor is silent today. Yes, the beasts will still need to be fed and they will, they will. But Old Sandy is lying upstairs in the farmhouse bedroom. Immune now to the poor yields the harsh seasons, the stillborn calves. He has a new horizon which forgoes sun and rain. We sit in the kitchen, overrun with kittens, The lunch on the stove, fire in the grate, speaks of normality of sorts. Young Sandy recounts his father's last hours. There are no tears, not in public anyway. Stoic as the brown earth embracing cycles, birth and death, such things are as natural as breathing to them. Farm chores go on... But when the darkness comes, barn doors finally closed, mud caked boots discarded and the empty chair sits.... That's when the tears come, for those who work the land. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for A Different Field to Plough
Texasgreg on 07-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
Alison,

Yeow! That's so spot on for the farmer. Silent and enduring. I grew up in a farming community and you brought many faces and situations back to me.

Excellent, IMO. Cannot nib ya, but can rib ya...

Photobucket

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Hi Greg, That's a mighty fine plate you have given me to be sure. ;-)))

Yes, farming folk are real, genuine people who work so hard and live totally in tune with the seasons. I love them.

Alison x

amman on 07-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
Hi Alison. This reminds me of WH Auden's 'Funeral Blues', both in context and tempo (sort of). This is meant as a compliment. Terrific; you have conveyed the stoicism of farming folk so well. Hope you do an audio version.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony πŸ˜‰
Yes, it's recorded. For some reason you cannot add the recording until the poem is posted. Although off fisher stock myself, the farming people are my kind of people. There is a richness and authenticity about them I have not found anywhere else and if truth be known, I am often homesick for my little cottage in the country where I lived in almost splendid isolation. The two Sandies were my only neighbours and the tractor went past my house come what may.
The day it did not at the usual time, I knew something was wrong.
This poem is all written from fact. Glad you enjoyed it.
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 07-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
All the things you say to me are here in this poem...and I love it. 'The empty chair sits...' my wife and I have been faced with this recently, you don't have to be a farmer to feel these emotions. A beautiful poem. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike,
no you do not have to be a farmer to feel these emotions at the pain of seeing an empty chair...
In this case young Sandy had never married and the two men lived together. I used to go across often to see the old man and the kittens too. At night there, it was pitch dark with no street lights of course...I could only imagine the pain and loneliness young Sandy experienced on looking at that empty chair.

Alison x

Andrea on 07-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
My eldest's grandfather was a farmer in Hertfordshire. Salt of the earth indeed! Pity his son wasn't...

Fab pome, Alison πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much for the rating Andrea. I reckon I should have married a farmer. I think I could have been happy with that sort of life, hard though it is.

Alison x

stormwolf on 07-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
Heartfelt thanks to whoever nominated this poem. I greatly appreciate it. xxx

Author's Reply:

Slovitt on 07-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
alison: a good, well sustained poem with some low-key concrete details, the next-to-last stanza for ex. "that's when the tears come" is predictable and you might seek another way to make your point. anyway, a good piece. swep

Author's Reply:
Thanks Swep, I will give it some thought.
Alison x

Ionicus on 08-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
A good heartfelt poem about the grief for the loss of a friend.
A fascinating read.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi
Alison x

franciman on 08-12-2012
A Different Field to Plough
Alison this reminds me so much of The farmer's New year greeting to Auld Mailie.
I admire the real-speak of this but like swep I think it goes awry at the end. How about:
Farm chores go on
till the darkness falls,
and the tears. ?
I'm aware that it's not how your feelings see it, and won't be offended if you disagree.
cheers,
Jim x


Author's Reply:
Hmmm
Well, I cannot change the second to last stanza, as that, to me, is actually the crux of the poem , in the contrast of the coping mechanism that goes on beforehand. I think I have a huge personal involvement here, as I knew the farm so well and so when I speak of the barn doors closing, it is not poetic language but what actually happened prior to the yard being plunged into total darkness.
The mud caked boots are relevant too. I like to leave my poems with a good last line or two and thought I had done so here but I do welcome honest opinion and so will see if I can think of a better ending.
(last two lines)
It may be predictable but it's also factual so not sure how i change that.
Maybe this poem is the type that is just simple in its constrauction. Of course I do not mind you saying! πŸ˜‰

Alison x


Pandora's Box (posted on: 26-11-12)
some things are better left undisturbed.

She found them under the bed in two boxes pushed to the back "Out of sight, out of mind" But one day, the situation called for searching for documents... She sat among the fragments of her life. She thought of high city walls deep drops and instant relief. But something whispered in her ear, told her that she still had work to do. And so she dried her eyes once more replaced the photographs and put on her face. One day, those knives will be blunt.. but not yet not quite yet. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Pandora's Box
franciman on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box
Hi Alison,
I really like the metaphors, the boxes neath the bed; the sharp, piquing nature of remembrance. This stanza lacks elegance, and real eloquence, in my own opinion:-

She sat among the fragments of her life.
Metaphorically cattle-prodded in the guts,
stunned by some sort of reality......
in same instance,
agonised by emotional pain.

Loved the first line but the stanza didn't deliver. As a committed reader of your work, that disappointed me. I think it is because the rest is so good. I know, I know! I should climb back inside my box.

cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Ok point taken. πŸ˜‰

I was criticized in a previous poem for using sort on 'navy language' to describe a state of dejection that HAS no eloquence to it..is only raw and sharp and 'gut' wrenching. that is why I have turned away from the feminine and the eloquent...it was deliberate and intended to suggest the level of self loathing and why I contrast being cattle prodded and stunned at the same time. I am almost suggesting I have lost humanity and become like a cow.
that is why I use these metaphors.

You never left me with any suggestions ya bugger! πŸ™‚

greatly appreciate your honest feedback as always Jim
Alison x

franciman on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box
A suggestion from an old Matelot! {23 years before the mast).

She sat among the fragments of her life.
gut-struck, stunned by unforgiving reality......
emotions tortured by instamatic pain.

Honestly, there's no need for applause.
cheers,
Jim

Author's Reply:
Thanks Jim me old tar (and fellow Scotsman)

I was busy amending it when your suggestion came in so combined the two. I did feel the use of 'metaphorically' a bit clumsy. You are right, it reads smoother now.
Now away to re-record the audio.

Thanks again.

Alison x

ruadh on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
I like the changes you made to this Alison, reads better.

ailsa

Author's Reply:
Yes it does. That's why its really important to be open to crit in my book. Thanks Ailsa.
Alison x

peg on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
A great closing stanza to this poem. Many of us will have been in this situation...Maggie

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading
Alison x

Ionicus on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
The final version is excellent Alison. Sometime using a hyperbole can ruin a poem. Good, honest feedback can be helpful as long as that is all it is. When someone chooses to redo the piece in its entirety it may be an intrusion too many.
Jim is not one of those people: his suggestions are always pertinent and to be welcomed.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for your rating Luigi. You know whjat a sensitive lot we are and I am a HSP so was about to delete this poem after all the reads and so few comments.

Alison xxx

dylan on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
Very well written, Alison.
These lines stand out for me-
"She sat among the fragments of her life.
Eviscerated by invisible knives
stunned by unforgiving reality
and raw pain "

Orrabest,

D.


Author's Reply:
Your opinion is always welcomed Dylan πŸ˜‰


Alison x

butters on 26-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
hello πŸ˜€

reading the replies before mine, it sounds as if you've made several improvements - and such personal material (as this sounds to be) can be hard to view with real objectivity so kudos to you!

for me, it was all about these lines:

She thought of high city walls
deep drops
and instant relief.


these say far more than their individual words.

Author's Reply:
Yes, you are the only person who actually mentions the very raw content of it and I do wonder whether its worth it to expose such material (even if writing in the third person) being as sensitive as I am.
It never comes easy for me to post such things maybe I will think twice in future.

I only made one amendment because I value Franciman's opinion .
Alison x

Texasgreg on 27-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
Didn't see the first, but love this 'un. It left me with a stabbing pain in my chest though, lest it's from the pepperoni.



Loved it! oh, already said that...



Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg,
I know you can empathize. *hug*

Alison x

cooky on 27-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
Love the last verse. The secret pain that most of us carry in our box under the bed.

Author's Reply:
I know you understand this too Cooky.
It's a long road alright..
Alison x

Thanks so much for the rating.

Mikeverdi on 28-11-2012
Pandoras Box (Amended)
Hello Alison, It has taken me a while to comment on this one, I have now read it several times. Its hard enough to put your poetry \'out there\' open to critique (or worse.. nothing) When you place your heart and soul as well, its a big ask of yourself. I have read and admired your work since I came to this site. I think all of us in \'poet land\' have something that pushes us to expose our hidden selves, a kind of exorcism. I did it with Beaches. I want to thank you for this poem; like others that have left their messages, it means something to me as well; that's why its taken me so long to comment. We all have our Pandoras Box. Mike

Author's Reply:
Hi Mike
Thank you fore reading and rating. You are spot on about the courage it takes to expose one's self for all to see by poetry. Bad enough if it is an old one or writng about something from the past but this one is hot off the press and is hard for me to read.
It does make you feel extremely vulnerable and there was a spot when my bare soul as it were, had been read about 50 times and only 3 comments.
I know that is the risk we take but at that point I was really going to delete it as it was like laying my inner being on the ground for the potential of someone trampling on it. ;-(

It's an old dilemma of course. Here is a poem from my web site written about 10 years ago that says what I mean.


The Dilemma...

She thought she spilled the contents of her heart
but deep inside, she knew she had retreated
from that precipice of exposure
She had to keep some thing alive
private'
and only'hers'

To write with heart and soul
but to keep that β€˜something’ back
How is that to be achieved?
Or should we spread our best wares in the sun
to fade, at another’s disapproval
disinterest, disappointment, distress,
disgust?

So she divulges that which keeps her sane
and holds to her breast those things
which could be mis-interpretated, mistrusted,
misunderstood, misrepresented,

Ruined...

And so it is.

Much appreciated
Alison x

Zoya on 30-11-2012
Pandoras Box
Lovely, Alison!
You know, I had a similar experience, not very long ago,
when I searched high and low, for a document for my new passport...
I did not find my divorce document, I found our wedding (long forgotten) photographs and even those of our courtship...we were young and happy...
but, unlike you, I found myself over it completely,
I even sent him the photographs...

Loved the poem!
Zoya

Author's Reply:
Hi Zoya, lovely to hear from you.
I was suprised that so many related to this poem. I know we all have things in the past that have the potential to hurt. I guess why I wrote his one was that while searching I was in a very upbeat mood. Then when I discovered all my special things put away I was totally floored by the sheer intensity of emotion that assailed me. It was actually like a spiritual attack and I took it as such.
Consciously, I have no problem but there you go. The mind is a funny thing πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Zoya on 30-11-2012
Pandoras Box
About the Dilemma,

There is a poem

by my mother which goes something like this:



My thoughts are my own,

My soul, my core,

Only I know its meaning,

should I out pour?



But, then I thought,

what is use of keeping my soul,

atop a shelf,

where its of use no more,

so why not share it with the world?



I know, I am baring my soul,

But, there might be another soul,

who understand my core...

and be with me forever more...



Of course it is not so crude as this,

It is in Urdu and sounds beautiful,

I have just tried to catch its essence...



Love,

Zoya



Author's Reply:
and what a wise and loving essence she had.
thanks for sharing.

Alison x

ChairmanWow on 30-11-2012
Pandoras Box
Knife metaphor works great. They don't even have to be big knives, as long as they are stuck in just the right place. Great work as always, Alison.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ralh. Hope life is going well for you. Keep an eye out for those sex zombies mind. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

amman on 01-12-2012
Pandoras Box
Some great metaphors in here Alison. Particularly impressed with the 3rd and 4th stanzas. You impart so much meaning in so few words. Oft times the box under the bed holds both sad and happy memories and it can be edifying to re-visit them. Terrific poem.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Tony.
Seems like we all have stuff under our beds;-)
Alison x

Slovitt on 01-12-2012
Pandoras Box
alison: taking liberties with your opening stanza, perhaps

She found them under the bed
in two boxes
pushed to the back,
"out of sight, out of mind".

3rd stanza perhaps look at paring l.'s 2-4, leaving

She sat among the fragments of her life...

which sets up your really good fourth stanza


She thought of high city walls
deep drops
and instant relief

anyway, to your attention on your good poem. swep

Author's Reply:
Hi Swep

OK, Here are two slightly different layouts. I could ditch the knife analogy in the 3rd stanza but that does not tie in as well with the last bit which alludes to the knives again. I do understand I don't really need to, for in the original posting the 'knives' were 'cattle-prods' πŸ˜‰

Should I leave these lines in or take them out?

But one day, the situation called
for searching for documents...

again I feel it is the glue to hold the flow together but not essential. Don't want to annoy the nibbers by changing too much after being given a nib but totally agree with you in your suggestions.
This is what I am aiming for....to say what needs to be said, generating the empathy of the reader, while "cutting my gas to a peep" as they say.
Anyway, here are two for your perusal. Much obliged πŸ˜‰

Alison x

She found them under the bed
in two boxes
pushed to the back
"Out of sight, out of mind"

But one day, the situation called
for searching for documents...

She sat among the fragments of her life.

She thought of high city walls
deep drops
and instant relief.

But something whispered in her ear,
told her that she still had work to do.
And so she dried her eyes once more
replaced the photographs
and put on her face.

One day, those knives
will be blunt..
but not yet
not quite
yet.

N0 2

She found them under the bed
in two boxes
pushed to the back
"Out of sight, out of mind"

She sat among the fragments of her life.
She thought of high city walls
deep drops
and instant relief.

But something whispered in her ear,
told her that she still had work to do.
And so she dried her eyes once more
replaced the photographs
and put on her face.

One day, those knives
will be blunt..
but not yet
not quite
yet.


Slovitt on 03-12-2012
Pandoras Box
alison: your changes are strong and it's as if you've freed the statue from the marble.i like the first version with its 2 line 2nd stanza and "She sat among the fragments of her life." given its own line. now am noticing, and liking "and put on her face." you've chiseled your poem out of the matrix and it's pretty damn good. (i would have said fucking but such language in a public forum seemed inappropriate). swep

Author's Reply:
Hi again swep.
Oh bugger appropriateness πŸ˜‰
I am very grateful for the time you took to help me hone this poem and get rid of what bogged it down. I value it.
I will now re-record it so that it all matches. There is a skill in dispensing with extra words which do not necessarily add to a poem and it can be a delicate procedure. I value all well thought out crit.
The first stanza was a bit clunsy and now says just the same only neater. Many thanks
Alison x

Andrea on 06-12-2012
Pandoras Box
I haven't commented yet - shame on me. One word, then - wonderful!

Author's Reply:
Shame on ME for not noticing I had not thanked you for this! *blush*

Alison x


Your Turn (posted on: 05-11-12)
On my recent visit north to the Highlands to see my mother.

Photobucket Leaving, is the worst. I see your frame against the window 'til I turn the corner and surrender our next meeting to God. I have no say, have only red-riven pain on viewing your decline and love that sears the heart with intensity almost too much to contain. Tear's blur (Love has always been painful.) I hugged you this morning, you came up to my collar bone. You told me that you always see me as the little girl, just over knee high, though on reminiscing your misted eyes are lit by fires from other places. Those cruel cataracts cannot dim the soul in you that took on a heavy burden this life round. You tell me I was ''always wayward'' and nobody has the right to tell me such things as the mother who birthed me in great pain then loved me through all my trials. And now, let it be my privilege to tend, comfort and serve you, in some small fashion in return. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~
Archived comments for Your Turn
Mikeverdi on 05-11-2012
Your Turn
I was never close to my own mother (to my regret) I cared for my mother in law for her last five years, this took me back there. Your words never fail to reach me. Mike

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Mike.
I am finding it hard to know her days are limited. It comes to us all I know.
Thanks for reading and rating.

Alison x

deepoceanfish2 on 05-11-2012
Your Turn
A sublime and poignant piece; well crafted. Jumping in head first, right from the beginning we know where this is headed...there is no guesswork as to pain and this moves swiftly and acutely:



....I see your frame against the window

'till I turn the corner

and surrender our next meeting

to God......



and....



....I hugged you this morning,

you came up to my collar bone.

You told me that you always see me

as the little girl, just over knee high,

though on reminiscing

your misted eyes are lit

by fires from other places.....



Heartbreakingly beautiful!



A fav read and a nomination to the anthology. Thanks for this!







Author's Reply:
wow, very chuffed in your appraisal and nom and everything! πŸ™‚
I often wonder where the next poem will come from but life is what floats my boat, so to speak πŸ˜‰ I use poetry to capture life events and seeing my mum grow old is very sad.

Thanks again

Alison x

peg on 05-11-2012
Your Turn
Your opening lines are superb, and led the reader into the love for a mother in her hour of need...very poignant. Excellent writing...Maggie

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much and welcome to UKA. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

butters on 05-11-2012
Your Turn
nothing wasted, everything made to work and count and make an impact. this write draws the reader in and invites us to share in some small part the emotional burden that's carried so lovingly.

a typo with blurr?

lovely piece.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for mentioning the typo. I actually thought blur had two r's but it does not.
I will have to get my ars into gear lol πŸ˜‰
Thanks for the rating too!
Alison x

ValDohren on 05-11-2012
Your Turn
Beautiful piece. - I am always envious of those who have a mother, I lost mine when I was just 16, and have always been painfully aware of not knowing all the joys, and no doubt heartaches, that go with it.

Val

Author's Reply:
I cannot imagine what it would be like to lose my mother at 16. The thing is that I am one of two daughters and until fairly recently was not that close to my mum. My sister was much more in favour being interested in all the things my mother wanted to teach in the way of knitting, needlework and suchlike.
I was never in. always outdoors having bonfires and generally being a tomboy.
Then I was a rebel and my world-view has always puzzled them. ;-/

I am grateful that I have been allowed these last few years when I finally realized all the things she did for me while I was out doing my own thing.
We are still as different as chalk from cheese......but she loves me unconditionally and I salute her for always being a true lady.

Thanks for reading and your rating.

Alison x

jamalbbd on 05-11-2012
Your Turn
" Your turn" is a wonderfully-crafted piece. truly heartfelt-Thank you. I like to quote without comment
" I have no say,
have only red-riven pain
on viewing your decline
and love that sears the heart
with intensity almost too much to contain. "......

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much.
Alison x

Ionicus on 06-11-2012
Your Turn
A loving and poignant poem skilfully crafted exuding love and sadness right from the first line. A worthwhile nomination.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi.
Your opinion is always valued and so is your rating. πŸ™‚
Alison x

Bozzz on 06-11-2012
Your Turn
My mother drew back whenever I moved forward to kiss or hug her. My sin, unwanted birth. I envy both your love and hers - not to mention your consummate skill. Bozzz

Author's Reply:
Hi Bozz
I was sad to read what you wrote. So many have suffered for something that was not their doing and I blame the concept of 'sin' propogated by the Church for making people feel that such things were shameful.

The innocence of children is one of the few beautiful things left, that elavate my spirit in the way the world is going.
I feel sorry for the mother too, so blighted that she loses out on the true mutual blessing of sharing love unselfconsciously with her children, husband or others.

As I said above, I was far from the ideal daughter but I know how to love and do so at every opportunity. πŸ˜‰
especilally now, that I know, time is relentless.
Alison x

japanesewind on 07-11-2012
Your Turn
Those cruel cataracts
cannot dim the soul in you
that took on a heavy burden
this life round.

good this........JW

Author's Reply:
Thanks for appreciating it. πŸ™‚

Alison x

Andrea on 07-11-2012
Your Turn
Oh, missed this! Like Val, I am always envious of those who have a mother too, as mine died when I was 4 (I won't say 'lost' 'cos Oscar Wilde would call that careless :)).

I wish I had a daughter like you - well, I wish I had a daughter, fullstop. Oh hell, you know what I mean πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Yes, I know what you mean πŸ˜‰ although as you know from what I have shared, I was no 'Shirley Temple' lol.
I do feel gratitude that I am able to tell her in life how much I love her though, that has meant a lot to me.
Without her loving guidance I would have been even worse! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Andrea on 12-11-2012
Your Turn
I just listened to this on audio - what a difference - fabulous! Wonder why more members don't take advantage of the facility?

Author's Reply:
I wish they would! To me, it's the finishing touch and ensures the poem comes over as I intended.

Yes, it takes a bit of getting used to hearing your own voice but I love to recite my poems now.
πŸ˜‰ x

orangedream on 19-11-2012
Your Turn
Alison, I have just stumbled on this. It is so very beautiful and the audio - superb.

Best wishes,

Tina

Author's Reply:
Thank you Tina.
Our world is becoming less kind by the day. We owe it to the elders to do all we can.

Alison x

Cinders on 20-11-2012
Your Turn
Beautifully expressed....the elderly need love and compassion and towards a Mother , much tenderness to show as you have done in this poignant poem. Cinders


Author's Reply:
Thanks very much for your lovely comment Cinders
Alison x

Texasgreg on 24-11-2012
Your Turn
Catching up some...

Aye! I almost see my mother as the child who is frail and needs tending now. To parents out there, beware how you raise your children. Roles will reverse one day.



You obviously have such a deep love for your mother it hurts, Alison. I am grateful for that as it is a beautiful pain to have.


BTW-Cute puppy on yer home page. Can I pet him?

Photobucket

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
That pic's HORRIBLE Greg! but seeing as you are such a sweety I forgive you πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Just Following Orders (posted on: 26-10-12)
On the count-down. A poem that tries to express my grief and fury at the way my country is being sold into slavery by world banks and my conviction that one day soon, the people awakened will act. Nobody believes politicians anymore. Their saying in the press today that we are on the way up and out of the mess is lies, lies and more damned lies. The whole system is corrupt. The widespread peadophilia in the highest echelons will be exposed and people will wake up.

Photobucket The time is almost upon us when the light will shine with lucid exposure of all those who put themselves forward to help the unfolding of the New World Order. Oh! Please do not try to loosen the noose around your neck. The knot is not for turning....(or loosening) The hang-man's grip is determined... Anyway, if he should falter, the queue reaches round the corner and down the street. Shame on those who saw and did nothing! Woe on those who spied and betrayed their neighbour to serve the CCTV gods. Don't bleat and plead ignorance. Step up to the gallows like a man. When you surrender being human to align yourselves with evil, you forfeit all that allegiance to warm beating flesh and blood enjoys.... and you become a mere switch awaiting and deserving flicking. ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~

Archived comments for Just Following Orders
franciman on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
Hi Alison,
This is cold fury ignited. The anger is razor sharp and cuts into the consciousness. to misquote a great quote: The angers in the verse; the beauty is in the anger.
Wonderful!
cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Glad it came over with the intensity felt and totally delighted with your rating and nom!
Alison x

roger303 on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
Powerful stuff.
It's in our nature I'm afraid - there's no escaping it. We are what we are and we deserve all that we get. Give me animals any day.
Thanks for posting.
Roger

Author's Reply:
Give me animals any day too but I do not agree with you about the "no escaping" bit. If people took the effort to read and enquire deeply and stop getting programmed by trivia such wholescale manipulation would come to a screeching halt.
I would rather die on my feet than live on my knees. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

roger303 on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
But most don't and won't. They want and need to be programmed by trivia - it saves them having to think for themselves.
Individually, many people are intelligent and caring - collectively people are stupid and easily manipulated (generally speaking, of course). Why? Because it's in our nature. πŸ˜‰
x

Author's Reply:
I reckon I am from Mars or somewhere lol πŸ˜‰

Alison x
I really do prefer animals to people as animals have no dark agenda. What they do may seem cruel but they seldom show the cunning cruelty of some humans. Not counting Chimps. It is an open secret I do not care for chimps as they can be very vicious indeed and do things at times to cause maximum distress to people.

barenib on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
I completely agree with you Alison, but it pains me that many people are more interested in X Factor or Strictly than they are in politics. Yes, the whole system is rotten and needs to be swept away - maybe the climate will do it for us! Anyway, your poem is well focussed anger and I wish poems could or would bring down governments - John. x

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your solidarity John. It IS depressing to see the way that the public will become almost hysterical about stupidity like the X-Factor as you say (another totally manipulated show) but so little concern that we are in the process of having our sovereignty stripped from us,
as all our institutions crumble and the people are losing everything they worked for.

It goes against the grain for me to keep quiet.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
Oh Ms Wolf, I love it when your angry!! You are right of course; I have written a few scribbling's on politicians myself, though none as eloquent as this. I do wonder what we would replace the system with though; as they all end up the same. The rich get richer and the poor get sold down the river. I have missed your poetry, is this what it takes to bring you out! Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you for your most generous rating Mike. πŸ™‚

I do not believe that things cannot get better. They can and they shall. Sadly not before the probverbial hits the fan big time as is happening now.

Duck low... πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
Absolutely brilliant, Alison. Loved this:

The knot is not for turning.

Knocked out by the truly powerful 4th stanza.

Makes me somewhat ashamed of my doggerel, but it's the best I can do...



Author's Reply:
I know your highlight of that line was understood....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQ-M0KEFm9I

You do your thing and me mine.
You fight back with humour.....I am always hoping to be able to be like you.






japanesewind on 26-10-2012
Just Following Orders
I too relished this line from your poem.

The knot is not for turning....astute...........JW

Author's Reply:
Hi there. Sorry about late reply...I locked myself out of the site by mistake.

Welcome to UKA.
Alison x

cooky on 27-10-2012
Just Following Orders
oooh I like this, a prophesy indeed. The wrath awaits many a star and capitalism will eventually bankrupt all our graves.

Author's Reply:
Very true Cooky. The greed is nauseating..looking forward to see them get their come-uppance.

Alison x

Bozzz on 27-10-2012
Just Following Orders
I agree. The awful truth is that there seems neither a solution nor the means to pursue it. The global non-system is a mess. As fast as one man is hung in one country another tyrant appears ten thousand miles away. What has become clearer is that when push comes to shove, it is the banks not the politicians who run the world. Threats to control them melt away faster than the echoes they create. A great thunderous poem - I look forward to a constructive sequel - the imagination runs riot ! ... David

Author's Reply:
A challenge! πŸ˜‰
I shall see. I write best when I am all fired up and it does not take much when I see the state of things lol

Alison x

amman on 27-10-2012
Just Following Orders
Hi Alison. I've been absent without leave for a while but had to comment on this powerful poem; full of sound and fury as befits the stark imagery of the accompanying pic. Don't hold your breath for change any time soon!
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Time is running out and change IS going to come..one way or another.
Sorry for late reply...I locked myself out by accident.

Alison x

RustyBrother on 13-07-2013
Just Following Orders
When you have to protect yourself from the government you pay to protect you, it's time for a new government - or a revolution!

Author's Reply:

Weefatfella on 13-07-2013
Just Following Orders
 photo 5031cf9b-61d2-4fbf-912f-998c505fb4bc_zpsd7cccd97.jpg
Wow, Let's go and get the bastards now.
http://educate-yourself.org/nwo.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:


The Merman (posted on: 05-10-12)
A mixture of metaphor, fantasy and a wee bit of fact. πŸ˜‰ I suppose I could have called it "What a Way to Go!"

Photobucket He saw me sitting on life's dark rock surveying the oceans of other's desires. "Come, walk on the waters of your isolation" he said "For I view you from beneath" and he rose to the top of the waves for me. His grip was oh, so cold! deathlike but orgasmic. For what is death but the climax of life? And what is more thrilling than hard dominance in shared, abandoned desire? Like a water vampire he took me; and I surrendered willingly, 'mid slippery sighs and scaled thrusts. As I viewed my trivialities, discarded now and distant .... through death's bliss!   ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~   

Archived comments for The Merman
cooky on 05-10-2012
The Merman
surveying the oceans of other's deasires. A terrific line in your contemplation.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky.
You come up with a few great lines yourself! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

cooky on 05-10-2012
The Merman
surveying the oceans of other's desires. A terrific line in your contemplation.

Author's Reply:

ValDohren on 05-10-2012
The Merman
What a way to go indeed - very imaginative amd erotic.

Val

Author's Reply:
Thanks Val.

Alison x

BATEMAN on 05-10-2012
The Merman
I really like you're work, you've put so much into them.
Fantastic piece " for what is death but the climax of life", a brilliant outlook.
Bateman xxxxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much. I do believe death is the climax of life and only the next leg on our journey. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

franciman on 05-10-2012
The Merman
As I viewed my trivialities discarded now and distant. Definitely a postprandial perception. you have given me a great idea for Luigi's weekly challenge!



A lot of the poetry I read is presented on a well lit stage so you can see the devices. you choose to cast your verse in half light and shadow which gives it an extra dimension. That's just my own humble opinion of course.

Wonderful verse hen.

cheers,

Jim x

Author's Reply:
Not entirely sure what you mean Jim but take it as favourable by your rating *blush*

Alsion x

Andrea on 06-10-2012
The Merman
That death bloke, he's a right card, ain't he?

If Shy was here's he'd be legging it to the nearest cold water...

Author's Reply:
Yes, I'm missing our erstwhile site sex fiend *sobs*
Come back Shy, we miss you. ;-(

Ta very much for rating!

Alison x

amman on 06-10-2012
The Merman
And thereby hangs a tail! Darkly erotic as as brilliantly written as ever. As I viewed my trivialities indeed.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
As the saying goes..............
"I don't care what the world thinks.............I only hope my mother never finds out!" πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Bozzz on 06-10-2012
The Merman
Water terrifies me. I think I'd rather be taken on dry land if and when - maybe just when - and then not willingly. Lovely poem though. David

Author's Reply:
When you get to my age..land, sea? what the hell! πŸ˜‰
Thanks for reading

Alisonx

Ionicus on 07-10-2012
The Merman
Some good lines in this poem, Alison, like:
"His grip was oh, so cold!
deathlike but orgasmic.
For what is death
but the climax of life?"

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Reckon we could have some great discussions if we ever meet at a UKA meeting Luigi.

Meanwhile, I am avoiding the climax of life and not quite sure if that is good or sad.

Alison x πŸ™‚


Tears in the Fabric (posted on: 05-10-12)
short poem from a true experience

Photobucket I saw him last night, my father almost 28 years gone. We laughed and talked and it was so good.. Then lucidity dawned; I told him he was dead and he replied he wasn't. I said that I loved him and begged him not to leave me. He swore he never has. But the words made him gradually disappear and I was left, crying to his fading voice of reassurance. First there... then here.

Archived comments for Tears in the Fabric
cooky on 05-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Our loved one's never leave us. Seen a few myself

Author's Reply:
Comforting, ain't it?

Alison x

roger303 on 05-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Lovely - and sad, as usual.
Cheer up love πŸ˜‰
Thanks for sharing it.
Roger x

Author's Reply:
Don't asess my mood by the poems .....this was written years ago. πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 05-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Beautiful, as always πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Andrea.
I have used poetic licence as it actually happened when he had only been dead for a few months. I was grief stricken until he appeared in a lucid dream and we did speak as reported here.
The things he told me made me realize it was real and from that night I not only accepted he was gone but knew he was still on the go, so to speak πŸ˜‰

Alison x

ValDohren on 05-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Very poignant - good one Alison.

Author's Reply:
This one means a lot to me.

Thanks for reading and rating.

Alison x

Weefatfella on 05-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Weefatfella., Safact!

It's amazing we all have the same experiences and are encouraged to deny them.......Why.
Enjoyed Alison....As usual.
Thank You for sharing.
Weefatfella.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much WFF πŸ™‚

My dad saw his father at the end of his bed on his honeymoon. Heard his mother breathing in the night from her old room.

These things are so commonly experienced but people are scared to say.
I truly believe the day is upon us that such things will not only be commonplace but totally understandable too.

Alison x

franciman on 05-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Hi Alison,

you always manage to say so much in so few words, and that with great effect.
Thank for for sharing.
Jimx


Author's Reply:
Thanks Jim

Alison x

TexasLady on 06-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Your poem was so sad...and then, when I listened to your recording...I found it was equally beautiful.

Author's Reply:
I like to recite my work to portray it as I hope it will be received. Thanks very much

Alison x

amman on 06-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Good poem, good audio, surreal personal experience.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Thanks, Tony.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 09-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
How did I miss this one??? beautiful. I agree with Jim, with you less is always more. Thank you for this one, it means something to me as well. xx

Author's Reply:
I know my dad will be glad I posted this. I also know, many others can claim the same. I just wish people would have the guts to come out and tell it like it is.

Alison x

sullivan on 12-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Quite, quite enchanting... The bitter sweet pain of seperation handled with sensitivity and panache..

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and welcome to UKA.

Alison x

Capricorn on 15-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
This is so poignant and brought back many memories. I sometimes dream about my Dad ... and he seems so alive then.Always with me!
Beautiful poem.

Eira x

Author's Reply:
Sorry for my late reply Eira. Many thanks for reading and rating.
Alison x

chant_z on 25-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
I'm very biased towards this one having had something going resembling what you write. Very emotional read. Thank you!

Author's Reply:
Thank you for reading and commenting (twice) lol πŸ˜‰
Alison x

chant_z on 26-10-2012
Tears in the Fabric
Thanks :). I guess things can go wrong at times :). May I say that your piece is well "fabricated" also.

Author's Reply:
what do you mean by 'fabricated? '

deepoceanfish2 on 05-11-2012
Tears in the Fabric
So sad...so true...so beautifully expressed!

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading.


Battle (posted on: 01-10-12)
the dark side of my moon. A poem about being in the world but trying to remain apart.

Photobucket To sleep and meld with midnight's tomb; Or die and enter Karma's womb. To rage against the endless doom of poverty and war.... Or pray 'til you're an empty shell and still feel you inhabit hell, from their perspective few can tell those things which plague your mind; and people say "you're looking well!" in order to be kind. But no-one knows those battles fought immersed in pit of night and all those deals you make and break before the waking light. While clinging fast with trembling grasp exhausted from the fight; That tenuous rope of forlorn hope that things will be alright...
Archived comments for Battle
Mikeverdi on 01-10-2012
Battle
another great read . Mike

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mike and thanks for making me a fav author. I am tickled pink.

Alison x

ValDohren on 01-10-2012
Battle
Brilliant write again - love your work.

Val

Author's Reply:
Well, I love yours so we are eeky-okies πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 01-10-2012
Battle
Oh, just love this:

But no-one knows those battles fought
immersed in pit of night
and all those deals you make and break
before the waking light


Ain't that the truth, eh?

One of your finest, imo.

Author's Reply:
I think we can both testify to experiencing these words. ;-(
Nice if the old pendulum was to swing back but seems to be stuck or something.
*groan*

Alison x (ta very much for rating)

Weefatfella on 02-10-2012
Battle
Photobucket

No matter how long we have been with someone or how close we think we are. There always seems to be a deal to make or a promise to keep. It's the curse of individuality.
Sometimes the hardest promise to keep is the one made to ourselves.
Hope i've picked this up correctly.
Enjoyed the emotion your stuffs always loaded wie that. Thanks for sharing Alison.
Weefatfella x

Author's Reply:
Hi WFF
Well, the poem is actually a very personal one (as most of mine are) and speaks about the battle it can be to keep going, to keep positive when you see all the cruelty and injustice around and you feel things intensely as I do.
So the first stanza speaks of feeling at times I am praying to blank skies but nobody knows the depths of the despair that at times assails me, as I tend to keep it to myself. That is one of the great bonuses of writing poetry. It allows me a voice.

The poem talks of feeling alienated at times as the things which bother me seem to leave the next unaffected.

The second stanza exposes the nights of darkness when fears loom large and we are at our most vulnerable. Not just emotionally but physically too. BTW the majority of people die at 4 am than any other time. It is then that our adrenal glands are barely functioning.
The deals I make and break are deals with God. It is meant to portray the level of desperation that can be felt on occasion.
I was always told I "think too much!" as though having a mind of my own was some sort of flaw.

I hope this explains it but in poetry, it often does not really matter whether it is being deciphered correctly for like so many things that are subjective...if someone gets an image or likes it for whatever reason, then it has succeeded.
Many thanks πŸ™‚

Alison x

CVaughan on 02-10-2012
Battle

This extract an example of tight tumbling verse that has a tight sympathetic rhythm reads so well, well as it does throughout. And a rampant cri de couer. Good work again Alison.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Frank!

Hey, that's another tight rhyme πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Capricorn on 02-10-2012
Battle
True words, Alison. This is an amazing poem. I love the gentle rhythm when reading too. Great to read you again.
Eira x

Author's Reply:
Hi Eira
Great to read YOU again. Hope you stick around a while πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Vilgax on 03-10-2012
Battle
A very personal and meaningful poem, read in a beautiful Scottish voice. Great work. David

Author's Reply:
Thanks David
Took me ages to accept my voice reciting.........and now that I do....I canna stop! lol

Alison x

ChairmanWow on 03-10-2012
Battle
Evocative of those sleepless nights we all have, Alison. Your inner exploration and struggle come out so naturally in poetic imagery (along with the great rhymes some of us are envious of).

Ralph

Author's Reply:
The rhymes just come themselves. I know in the first two lines if a poem is going to rhyme or not and then how it is going to rhyme. Strange isn't it?
I also know that many of us have these sort of thoughts in the night when it all seems so much worse.
Thanks for your lovely comments.


Alison x

niece on 03-10-2012
Battle
Beautiful, Alison...so many inner battles to be won or lost and forever running out of time...

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
That is it in a nutshell! ;-/

Alison x

amman on 03-10-2012
Battle
Beautifully crafted sentiments. I agree with Andrea, one of your best. Love the last 5 lines.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Hi Tony
always glad to get your thumbs up! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

BATEMAN on 04-10-2012
Battle
A beautiful poem Stormwolf, your inner voice shines through your words that you write xxxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and rating and welcome to UKA!

Alison x

Texasgreg on 01-11-2012
Battle
Aye! I have hope that your soul can accept that unless evil exists, we cannot see and appreciate love and kindness in contrast. The fight is worthwhile and is what makes us "human". You have a beautiful heart that is equaled only by your ability to pour it into words.

Greg πŸ™‚

Photobucket.

Author's Reply:
I am moved by your words, Greg.

Thank you and sending great light and love in your direction

Alison x

Texasgreg on 04-11-2012
Battle
Back at ya, sunshine!

πŸ˜‰

Author's Reply:


Frozen Moon (posted on: 28-09-12)
Another one from my time of retreat in the country on looking out to frozen, frost covered fields.

Photobucket Were hope to leave me, I would become as this frozen waste, devoid of comfort, within and without. Where bleak, unimpeded winds sweep the barren fields and frigid thoughts numb the mind. But I remain firm in conviction, as a beacon on a dark night. That providence will have me sleeping under a bright moon, bathed in reassurance. Hearing my name whispered and smothered in love.
Archived comments for Frozen Moon
Mikeverdi on 28-09-2012
Frozen Moon
sounds like a plan! and thanks for the info.
ps. the cheques not arrivwed yet lol !

Author's Reply:
What do you expect from second class post?

Alison x πŸ˜‰

ValDohren on 28-09-2012
Frozen Moon
Lovely read again - very meaningful.

Author's Reply:
This was written from a time when I was in the throes of the 'Dark Night of the Soul'.
I had to tell myself that there was something not yet manifested that was worth hanging on for.

Many thanks for reading and commenting.

Alison x

Texasgreg on 29-09-2012
Frozen Moon
Reminds me of some frosty nights in a tent where my comfort was my sleeping bag and clear crisp nights giving a splendid view of the stars. Allows the mind to clear as well.

Super!

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg

Alison x

catherinec on 29-09-2012
Frozen Moon
I like this piece Alison.

The emphasis on hope is as assured as the spring that follows.

Author's Reply:
Many thanks for reading and the rating! Yes, this one ends on a hopeful note.

Alison x

amman on 30-09-2012
Frozen Moon
Like this a lot. From bleak thoughts to hope, nay, conviction of a positive future. Great picture of providence smiling down on you. Short but metaphorically complete.
Regards.


Author's Reply:
I often like to keep 'em short in case I labour a point and lose the thrust if you catch my drift.
In actual fact the second half came almost as a difiant shout in the face of fate, that I was broken but I was not down for the count....and so it has transpired.

I ain't dead yet but still waiting for my pot of gold at the end of my rainbow. ;-(
Alison x


Absence (posted on: 28-09-12)
***

Photobucket If I could hold you, once before the clouds enfold me. Ride the wild, wet storms of passion, eyes engaged and breathlessly entwined. I have lain many times with your shadow. And never has light confounded darkness nor love been more acute and achingly expressed, than within your distant, lingering kiss.
Archived comments for Absence
Mikeverdi on 28-09-2012
Absence
Bugger!! I wish I wasn't so old and so married, I would be on the next train!! I need to learn about the photos, they give a feeling of completeness. Beautiful.

Author's Reply:
aye, there's always a fly in the ointment πŸ˜‰

To get a pic...download a pic of your choice onto an image hosting site like Photobucket. Resize it so that it's not too big, then copy the bit that says hmtl...and paste in onto the page at UKA.
I like having my poems illustrated.
many thanks for the rating.

Alison x

roger303 on 28-09-2012
Absence
A lovely poem.

"Riding the wild, wet storms of passion"

I once ambled in a windy, rain shower πŸ˜‰

I should give you a 9 - and can't think of a reason not to ...



Roger x



Author's Reply:
haha
"I once ambled in a windy, rain shower ;)"

'Gather ye rosebuds while you may' as they say...or in other words go the whole hog! πŸ˜‰

Many thanks Alison x

ValDohren on 28-09-2012
Absence
Another beautiful write Alison - gorgeous.

Author's Reply:
A very good friend of mine who happened to be a Catholic nun once told me "Alison, there is no distance in Spirit"
I never forgot that and now know it to be true. I have written many poems about such things.
Love, like Spirit knows no boundaries. πŸ™‚

Alison x

Texasgreg on 29-09-2012
Absence
Aye! I actually took the train and found that it stopped in Houston much to my chagrin. πŸ˜‰ -joke-

As always,

Evocative and alluring...

Greg πŸ™‚


Author's Reply:
πŸ™‚

Alison x

Ionicus on 29-09-2012
Absence
Stop inflaming geriatrics like me with your undiminished passion, Alison.

Luigi x

Oh, BTW, gorgeous poem. A 9? And why not.

Author's Reply:
haha sorry Luigi. No can do! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

amman on 30-09-2012
Absence
Beautifully written, as ever, Alison. Almost felt as if it needed another verse, but that's just me.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Yes, maybe.
I must have decided to quit while I was ahead. It's strange how we decide when a poem is finished or not.

Alison x

Andrea on 30-09-2012
Absence
Cor blimey, some lusty stuff this week!

Off to...er...cool down πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
You know what they say...
you either do it...or you talk about it lol

Alison x

franciman on 30-09-2012
Absence
'And never has light confounded darkness.'

This is such a graceful, elegant line Alison; and so deep. The whole work for me is like shouting in a whisper.
For some esoteric reason I see christian Martyrs singing hymns on their way to execution! Weird, or what?

Bravo,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
There's a lot going on in that brain of yours by the sounds of it.
Mind you, I am just as bad. ;-0 but then I do see love and sex as very spiritual in their own way.
"shouting in a whisper" I love that!
Many thanks for rating.

Alison x

Vilgax on 04-10-2012
Absence
Very passionate, great poem. David.

Author's Reply:
Hi David

Glad you liked it and thanks very much if it was you who nominated it, very chuffed πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Full Moon Rising (posted on: 24-09-12)
From a time of retreat and solitude in the country....2005-2007

Photobucket Un-slip this leg ring something needs to fly free. Restriction is a cruel tormentor; liberation is calling. Masks are a fool's game. I never liked the sun always lunar in nature. Labels are self defeating. Essence has no form no face, no moulding, no pressure. Look skyward... It's a clear night; Icy beauty in silhouette, dark owl's wings in silence lift me home, As the world sleeps.... ~ © Alison Stormwolf ~ ....

Archived comments for Full Moon Rising
roger303 on 24-09-2012
Full Moon Rising
Loved the line "Lunar in nature".
Again, lovely words.
Roger

Author's Reply:
Thankee kindleee

Alison x

amman on 25-09-2012
Full Moon Rising
Simply beautiful Alison. The unfettered night owl as a symbol of freedom/ metaphor for freedom. Terrific.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Bless you for' reading' my poetry so well. πŸ™‚
There was geat longing when I wrote this one.

Alison x

Texasgreg on 25-09-2012
Full Moon Rising
Aye Alison! Good timing...I needed to feel like that right now.

Superb!
Photobucket.
Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thank you Greg

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 27-09-2012
Full Moon Rising
stunning!!!

Author's Reply:
Your cheque is in the post πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 27-09-2012
Full Moon Rising
Bloody lovely (and another great image!)

(Psssst, can I have a cheque too? :))

Author's Reply:
'ow much are ye wantin?
*searches down back of couch*

Ta very much.

Alison x


Summoning Midnight (posted on: 21-09-12)
One from the dark side

A night invocation Photobucket 'Midnight', dancer of the dark hours, Bridge between worlds, realities, old and new. Swallower of divulged regrets and unfinished schemes; Inky black night, obscuring visions, orphaning rational thoughts, Bringer of sleep's deep potion, surrenderer of another day's dreams….. I lie back in your sweet arms of night-time, eagerly awaiting another few hours. Come now in your splendour and majesty, kissing the secret places, bringing growth. Descend now Spirit of the Bat, Moon Goddess, Creeper in the Silence, where only you can see, in joy-full communion, advance upon me. My ebony heart surrenders to your black void of stillness; The dawn will be my awakening beyond all words. So enfold me with your shadow cloak. Wrap around my hurting spirit, Soothe me with your song Bathe me in dark bliss Caress me, love me Stroke my eyelids Breathe me Become me Yes!

Archived comments for Summoning Midnight
niece on 21-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
This is so beautiful, Alison...a gentle, kind and sweet night as opposed to the usual portrayal of night as the seat of evil and sin---lovely !!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
This poem is an earlier one taken from nights of communion. I don't think that those who live in comfort are drawn to reaching out in the same way as those of us who are challenged...but I may be wrong πŸ˜‰
I only know that we live in a feeling universe.

Alison x

cooky on 21-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
Lovely poem, particularly the first five lines which I thought were outstanding.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky.

Alison x

amman on 22-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
Wow. Great picture, great structure (the poem, that is). This has an eerie, sensual yet spiritual feel to it. You have bowled me over once again, Alison.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
OMG Thanks so much for reading it the way I hoped it would come over. It is all those things.
It is meant to capture the dark hours when a part of the woman comes alive in a whole new way. A bit like embracing the dark side of the psyche that we may hide from people in the light of day but is there nevertheless.

Rating greatly appreciated.
Alison x

Andrea on 22-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
Really cleverly done. Brilliant. Great image, too.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea. Now I've got the bug to illustrate my poem I canna stop! hhheeelllppp!

Alison x

ValDohren on 22-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
Absolutely brilliant Alison, surreal and profound, and extremely well structured. Love it !!
Val


Author's Reply:
Oh I am so glad you liked it. I like to experiment with layouts etc.Very delighted with the rating.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 22-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
Photobucket



Aye! Love the pattern you made with it too...

So is that the universe I've been feeling? πŸ˜‰

LOL, sorry...getting mischevious again. Dark thoughts bring out the animal in men, (maybe the quest for "fire" ?), hehe.



Superb!



Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
I like when I bring out the animal in men πŸ˜‰

Alison x
(of course it helps that I am a wolf)

Ionicus on 23-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
Another good and clever piece emerging from your pen, Alison.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thank you Luigi.

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 28-09-2012
Summoning Midnight
This I think is the best I have read of yours --- so far! I love your style and the way you play with words. The picture complements the poetry beautifully.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mike.
I must say I like to experiment with layouts. They can really make a difference to how a poem comes accross.

Alison x


Word Slip (posted on: 14-09-12)
Words work their magic.. for a special man.

Photobucket He told me once he loved me. Slipped from between his lips like a sinner's confession, accompanied by fear and all sorts of imagined catastrophes. I almost did not hear him. Safer to avert the senses when the stakes are high. But, just for a few seconds, I smiled at his indiscretion, as inwardly, I was embraced by the scent of June wallflowers and night scented stock. Oh yes. And there were butterflies…..
Archived comments for Word Slip
Weefatfella on 14-09-2012
Word Slip
Sa shame people can't be honest with each other.
I can't hold the high ground, it took a heart attack for me to tell my wife of over thirty five years how much I loved her.
She just smiled at me and said 'I know'. Liked the flutterbyes. ( stomach Eh!) enjoyed thanks for sharing.

Author's Reply:
Love is never to be taken lightly but when it's there...it remains
Alison x

franciman on 14-09-2012
Word Slip
Hi Alison,

This is truly beautiful; but it intrigues me?
Is he speaking bullshit in retrospect or do you recognise it but acknowledge that it's distinctive smell is masked by the flora? (A rose is still a rose, despite the colour of your nose, kind of thing)

And yes I smelled the stocks.

cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Hi Jim
You have posted twice so I will answer this one if you want to delte the other.
No, he was not speaking bullshit. The poem is about someone disclosing how they felt in a complicated situation...but the recipient was deeply affected as she felt the same.. Hope that explains it...somewhat πŸ˜‰

Alison x

roger303 on 14-09-2012
Word Slip
A lovely verse.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Roger and rating much appreciated
Alison x

Andrea on 14-09-2012
Word Slip
Ah, lovely πŸ™‚ It's a man-thing, innit?

Author's Reply:
Ain't it just! πŸ˜‰
Ta for rating

Alison x

Texasgreg on 14-09-2012
Word Slip
Photobucket
Aye, Alison! A man thing, indeed...



A beaut as expected from you.



Sorry for the multiple edits. As a best bud, I'm sure you know the reason for editing my first slip. Photobucket wasn't being nice and kept getting errors past couple of days. wanted to give you the butterflies that you deserve.



Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Aww Greg, that is perfect!
Totally perfect.

Thanks so much.
Alison x

I have learnt so much about men, I am sure I will make a better job of things next time round.

amman on 14-09-2012
Word Slip
Beautifully expressed sentiments as always, Alison. So true that men ain't so good with the L word in an intimate situation. As Andrea says 'It;s a man thing innit'. Would love to hear an audio version of this.
Cheers.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Tony.
Will record but my new web cam stuff does not seem to be so user friendly lol Probably just techno-phobe me.
;-/
Alison x

Ionicus on 15-09-2012
Word Slip
Some men are embarrassed at expressing their love with words and are consequently thought to be unfeeling.
While words are important there other ways to reveal their emotions. You write from a female point of view and do so very well.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Well I have to write from a female point of view..hahah but I am also well in tune with my 'male side' and wish that men were not so backward in coming forward (if you catch my drift? )

Alison x


Corin on 16-09-2012
Word Slip
No it is not a MAN THING - there are women who can't say the words either and their men always have to say it first and do!

A lovely ending - the after thought works brilliantly.

David

Author's Reply:

Corin on 16-09-2012
Word Slip
No it is not a MAN THING - there are women who can't say the words either and their men always have to say it first and do!

A lovely ending - the after thought works brilliantly.

David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David.

I know some men are much more 'touchy-feely' than others.
I also know (through prolonged field research,) that those who profess love early, very often lie and those who hesitate too long, miss the boat.
Personally, I think 'love' (word) is bandied about far too freely these days. whereas the emotion is sadly lacking all round.

Alison x

RoyBateman on 16-09-2012
Word Slip
Ah...lovely. Truly a precious emotion, Alison, but I agree with what you say just above - maybe it's soap-opera-itis setting in, eh? (You know - meet on Monday, "in love" by Friday, married the next week - within a fortnight "It's not working, boo hoo" and it's off back down the smoke swinging an obviously empty suitcase. Then it's half time-change ends, and off we go with the next one. Trying to beat Ken Barlow's record?)
It's knowing when it's true, and taking that chance - when it works, wonderful. And maybe we need a bit of maturity to know that moment, because when we're young and impetuous mistakes can be fatal. Lovely, heartfelt poem - and nice butterflies too. There haven't been enough of 'em this year, have there?

Author's Reply:
What more can I say? (as always. thanks so much for reading)

Alison x

niece on 17-09-2012
Word Slip
Sometimes gestures and actions are just not enough...sometimes it's very important to hear those magic words πŸ™‚ ... shake them up and make them say it...a beautiful poem, Alison...fell in love with it πŸ™‚

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thank you Mini πŸ™‚
Alison x

ValDohren on 17-09-2012
Word Slip
Beautifully written - love those butterflies, so romantic.

Author's Reply:
you have posted twice hehe

ValDohren on 17-09-2012
Word Slip
Beautifully written - love those butterflies, so romantic.

Author's Reply:
I love butterflies too...in all ways.

Alison x

thanks for the rating.

Pelequin23 on 18-09-2012
Word Slip
very well written beautifully expressed

Author's Reply:
well thank you, and ta for the rating!
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 27-09-2012
Word Slip
Hello, I am new to this site and have been reading through the poetry and have now read several of yours, all are good most are great. I love this one, its simply beautiful.

Author's Reply:
Hi there and welcome to UKA!

Thanks for your encouraging words about my poetry. It's always lovely to know your work is appreciated.

Alison x


Hewn in Rock (posted on: 07-09-12)
A moment in time.

forUKA (Slain's Castle, Cruden Bay, NE Scotland where it happened) We climbed the hill in breathless strides our hands were clasped together, we cared not for the slippery paths nor dark and stormy weather. I stood outlined by rough-hewn rock where once, a window framed the endless home of watery myths and rocky bays, untamed. On turning, smiling, to your face at once I was transfixed by such a look I'd never known... it seemed we were bewitched. We kissed among the grey clad skies with hearts in tandem, spellbound. Our love was sealed, in flagrant need upon the muddy ground. We've left the cliff and gone our ways but know, whatever ails you I shared that love shown on your face I'm here, if life ere fails you.
Archived comments for Hewn in Rock
niece on 07-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
A magical piece, Alison...a perfect blend of magic and love...and the reassurance that even fleeting moments have a permanent place in eternal time πŸ™‚

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
You read it perfectly m'dear!
It was a magical place.
Alison x

amman on 07-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
You are really on form this week Alison. A lovely romantic ode indeed. I could see this with a picture of a rocky headland with the sea swirling below. Perhaps the penultimate line, 'shown on your face' or 'etched on your face' instead of 'within your face', or perhaps I'm just being picky. Just a suggestion.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Hi Amman
I was just away to download a pic that captures the place. You are right in what you 'saw'
'etched' would fit with the rocky theme but sounds a bit hard 'shown' might be better...thanks a bunch!
Alison x

PS amended now πŸ˜‰

Texasgreg on 07-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Aye Alison, there are moments that seem to enter your thoughts every day and I can see how this piece came so easily to you. Wonderfully painted in the mind and romantic indeed...

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Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Yep, I can be a romantic old bird when I choose πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Andrea on 07-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Alisonesque. Yes, that's it. Lovely. Great pic, too, seen many like that πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thanks Andrea πŸ˜‰ Alison x

franciman on 07-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Hi Alison,

Beautiful as always. The first two verses paint the scene but the last verse almost makes the rest redundant. It's a pearl of a poem in its own right.

cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it. Yes, the last verse speaks of real caring that never dies.
Alison x

stormwolf on 08-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
many thanks to whoever gave the nomination. Much appreciated. x

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Corin on 08-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Very Wordworthian Alison - beautiful rhyme and meter and a lovely ending.

David

Author's Reply:
Thanks David. I quite like to do rhyme from time to time.

Alison x

Ionicus on 09-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Definitely Alisonesque as Andrea said. There is no denying that you have a romantic soul.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi
This (like nearly all my poems) was written from fact with slight poetic licence πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Ani on 09-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Absolutely very romantic and touching piece. Well done Alison.
Fureya

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for reading and commenting Fureya
Alison x

Gaztop on 13-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
What a beautiful piece of writing.
You are a very talented poet.


Gaz

Author's Reply:
OMG Humble thanks.;-)
Alison x

Weefatfella on 14-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Absolutely stunning piece. and somehow particularly to my mind Scottish and feels very old in texture.Thank you hen.

Author's Reply:
Thank YOU WFF πŸ˜‰

Alison x


ValDohren on 18-09-2012
Hewn in Rock
Beautiful poem Alison, love your style.

Author's Reply:
I am very pleased to see how well received this one has been. I don't usually write in rhyme but some just lend themselves to it when 'coming through' so to speak.
I am very honoured to have been taken as a fav poet too.
much apprecieted

Alison x

Mikeverdi on 01-10-2012
Hewn in Rock
You have a talent that most of us can only aspire too, simply beautiful. Mike

Author's Reply:
wow! What a lovely comment. Mind you, I have been writing for many years now so I have had lots of practice and such like. We all improve by trial and error.

πŸ™‚

Alison x


Bound / Silent (posted on: 07-09-12)
An abstract view of my life.

[IMG]http://i983.photobucket.com/albums/ae320/Capin2010/astral1.gif[/IMG] This slender link that keeps me hovering, not sleeping, among the ruins of what may be or soars in dream-lit skies. This slight and tensile silver cord that governs my nights and limits my days... in accordance with the rules... here. Caught in this prism prison What words can find their way across this chasm that is me?
Archived comments for Bound / Silent
amman on 07-09-2012
Bound / Silent
Abstract, transcendental indeed and beautifully poetic Alison. One of your very best.
Regards


Author's Reply:
Hi Amman
I am thrilled you liked this one. After posting it I was on the point of deleting it, thinking it was maybe too abstract. However, it was one that wrote itself.....just a continual thought stream onto my keys. It said exactly what I was feeling

and I felt it was worth a try.
Many thanks for the rating too.

Alison x

niece on 07-09-2012
Bound / Silent
I'm a lot into horoscope...and one of those online ones mentioned that I'm not from this world...more like a stray soul that wandered in and is completely lost...and you know what? I believe that...

Your poem seemed to take me to those thoughts, emotion, sensations...then what is the other world like...lovely !!!

Regds,
niece

PS : Loved Prism Prison

Author's Reply:
We must be soul sisters. πŸ˜‰ Although I feel I chose to come (silly me)

I have been 'homesick' from infancy. this is exactly what the poem was saying. I am amazed you read it so well!

Alison x

Texasgreg on 07-09-2012
Bound / Silent
Not abstract at all from my whacked-out point of view. Alison, you're just pure soul trapped by gravity in that body. As long as your mind remains free, so you will be. πŸ˜‰

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Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
yeah, and gravity's playing havoc with it the older I get! ;-(

Alison x

niece on 07-09-2012
Bound / Silent
Love the thought of soul sisters, Alison...maybe I followed you here πŸ™‚ ... must have been a big fan from that realm itself πŸ˜‰

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
I think one day we will all be amazed at how many people we knew before...x

amman on 07-09-2012
Bound / Silent
Just read this again Alison and saw the accompanying pic you've inserted. Don't know where you got it from but the two fit together perfectly and add to the dream-like quality.

Regards.

Author's Reply:
Thanks again, Tony.
Yes, I was really pleased to find one that captures it so well. That's me at night alright lol πŸ˜‰

Andrea on 07-09-2012
Bound / Silent
I really loved this - I thought it was so.... ethereal. Great pic to accompany it, too.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Andrea, sorry for the tardy reply. I forgot πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 01-10-2012
Bound / Silent
Stunning, simply stunning.

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Re-connection (posted on: 03-09-12)
Written this weekend while visiting my son and daughter-in-law in Cruden Bay NE Scotland.

Photobucket Slain's Castle, Cruden Bay. The scaling of these rocky crags takes all energy, concentration. I am on a mission to get to the sea. Long wet grass on my bare legs is my idea of heaven. The glittering horizon calls my name. I drink in the sea-scape and the un-tamed expanses. The spirit of my father is there. I see through his eyes the meeting of earth and sky affiliated to vastness, That reassurance of connection that spans time and space life and death. Thirsting for open vistas and the wind in my hair I need meaning and relevance to blow through me, cleanse me.... Wildness to surround me in sisterhood enlivening and resurrecting. Freedom. Cities, were made for something other than what resides in me.
Archived comments for Re-connection
Texasgreg on 03-09-2012
Re-connection
Aye young lady! Combination of memories and visuals both painted and picture make this a wonderful piece, indeed.
So glad that you had a wonderful trip and welcome home, (virtually).
Photobucket.
Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
I am sure you would love it here Greg. It has such wild beauty. Thanks for the virtual welcome home πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Corin on 03-09-2012
Re-connection
Lovely Alison - I will come there with you the next time and we will take Wordsworth with us:-

THE world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

David

Author's Reply:
Lovely poem David! πŸ˜€

We might start fighting about spirituality and I would be forced to toss you off the cliff πŸ˜‰
(only joking, thanks for the rating)
Alison x

amman on 03-09-2012
Re-connection
Hi Alison. Lovely indeed. Great poem, great picture and great composition.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
It's a very atmospheric part of the land. Very brooding.
Many thanks for the rating.
Alison x

niece on 03-09-2012
Re-connection
A very powerful poem, Alison...and so soooo beautifully written...

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks Mini

Alison x

cooky on 03-09-2012
Re-connection
A beautiful write that captures the soul of a place. Lets hope tourism does not get its hands on such a paradise.

Author's Reply:
Apart from Donald Trump's golf course along the road it remains unspoiled.
Thanks for the rating.
Alison x

Ionicus on 03-09-2012
Re-connection
A beautiful poem that shows that you are at one with nature.
The thought of long wet grass on your bare legs is also my idea of heaven, dear Alison.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
You frisky devil, you! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

barenib on 04-09-2012
Re-connection
Excellent stuff Alison, and apart from the gorgeous descriptions of the wild, I love the last stanza which sums up so well the feelings of a non-city person. John x

Author's Reply:
So sorry to have this late acknowledgment of your comment, John. I don't know how i missed it.

Alison x

ValDohren on 09-10-2012
Re-connection
Beautifully written piece - love the picture.

Val. πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
This part of Scotland is even more wonderfully untamed. Just lends itself to poetry.

Alison x


When That Time Comes (posted on: 13-08-12)
A promise I made to myself.... ( a promise made, is a debt unpaid)

I shall be there at the closing of the eyes, no matter what the clock says or the situation decrees. I shall be there in some form, known to you in dreams, or maybe reminiscent of my childhood. So, I may come with a hen under my arm or maybe rough wood for making that cart that never quite took form... You know, I will be there Like I'm there every night from afar. To watch you sleep in your pristine nightie with your mother's locket round your neck. Love has always transcended science. ">Photobucket
Archived comments for When That Time Comes
Texasgreg on 13-08-2012
When That Time Comes
A mother-child bond is unlike any other, for sure. I do know that my son held me to every promise I ever made so I was very careful, lol. This was a very visual poem for me. I'm glad you have your picture posted with your subs. It really helped with this 'un.

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Good job! Good job! Good job! Sorry, I stutter. πŸ˜‰

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Greg πŸ™‚



Author's Reply:
Thanks Greg. Love Racoons!
Alison x

niece on 13-08-2012
When That Time Comes
A lovely poem, Alison...promises are made during this lifetime and broken so that there is something binding two souls together...I've made one to my father-in-law on his deathbed...he bound me with one word repeated three times over ... it was the name of a sweet dish and was always a bone of contention as he was diabetic...he slipped into a coma thereafter...I'm waiting to meet him...

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Hope you'll have it ready! Alison x

RoyBateman on 13-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Very touching, Alison - gently said, and all the more effective for it. I especially liked the opening and closing lines - very well crafted, as always, and expressing thoughts we can all understand. Where's the nib, eh?

Author's Reply:
Hi Roy
Well, I have one now and very happily received it is too! πŸ™‚
Alison x

Ionicus on 13-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Nice sentiments, Alison, very well expressed.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi.
Alison x

Corin on 13-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Beautiful and very moving Alison. It is not a competition between love and science. They are incomparable, like trying to measure poetry and nature to determine which is the greater. Both love and science make our lives worth living.

Author's Reply:
Hi David
I fear you have misunderstood the poem, at least the crucial last line πŸ˜‰
I have never suggested it is a 'competition' between love and science....but love can do many things that science cannot explain...and in many cases even refuses to believe it if it has not been scientifically discovered.

I know that love and connection can transcend time and space and very often does. One day it will be scientifically understood but at present many are experiencing it without the scientific back up.
the 6th sense and the leaving of the body at night are two examples. I am saying that I will be there one way or the other.

Many say in the spirit world we appear to others in the way they loved us best or in our prime. My mother always talks fondly of the way she was never sure how I would come home next. I was always up to something like a pet hen and making carts etc. It's a precious time in her life as my mother and so that is maybe how she might perceive me.

When she nearly died and was in intensive care a few years ago, she saw her minister in blinding light in her room. Of course everyone told her it was a hallucination.
The crux of the poem is great love that transcends science or put more clearly...does not keep- contained in the space and time paradigm we accept as reality here.
Phew, all that before my coffee. Just had to explain.

love to wee Bran

Alison x

amman on 14-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Very nice Alison. Particularly like the 3rd verse so obviously personal to you both. Perhaps 'nightie' instead of 'nighty'.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Imman
you may be rightie πŸ˜‰ Alison x

sunken on 15-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Are you referring to a go-cart in the third stanza, Ms. Wolf. Hello by the way. It's me, sunks. I made a go-cart once with my friend. He was the only black lad in our street. He was a tip top fella. Sadly deceased now im afraid. He died far too young and no mistake. I'm just glad that our cart did take form. We were boys though so could probably build stuff better than you girls. Just saying ;-). Lovely poem. There's nothing wrong with lovely. Well done on the nib.

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Author's Reply:
Yes, Sunks..it was a go-cart. Apparently one day I walked in carrying two long planks of wood and some nails and when my mum asked me what they were for I replied "A cart of course!"
It was actually built but was to be pulled by my friends pony who took off in fear leaving both of us on the ground and the broken bits of wood all down the drive and even up in trees.
I was one helluva tomboy, always climbing trees or having bonfires...not changed that much really πŸ˜‰
Alison x
Give Bernard a big bone from me πŸ˜‰

Andrea on 15-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Fabulous, Alison - I think I know who you mean too πŸ™‚

A nib well-deserved (and no, it wasn't me!)

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much for the rating Andrea. Yes, my mum spawns many a poem most of which I never read to her πŸ˜‰
Alison x

franciman on 15-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Aw Alison.

This made a hard wee nugget of a man fae Cowdenbeath greet! It has the quality of a Ghartain Mothers Lullaby, and reverses Mother /child in a spell-binding way it sounds what it is -an unbreakable promise. So well written but crafted from passion, not technique.

cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
Oh no! Pass the hankies coz you've made me do the same. I confess that I quite often cry as I write some poems and this was one such one.
I am very honoured by your comments, rating and I suspect nom too.
I am glad it came over as though I had captured it as intended.
Alison x

barenib on 16-08-2012
When That Time Comes
May I belatedly add to the well-deserved praise for this one, I too find it very moving and I think that's because it has the flavour of universal truth in it. John x

Author's Reply:
Hi John
I am extremely honoured you saw fit to take it into your favs. Very much appreciated.
Alison x

cooky on 16-08-2012
When That Time Comes
The things we do form the character of the person and transcends the recipient into something that binds two lives forever. A rare thing indeed these days. I like this.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Cooky.
Alison x

SugarMama34 on 17-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Hi Alison,
beautiful words told with so much love and passion (if that is the right word to use) and the imagery is just as well perceived by the reader. A lovely and moving piece that has been written with dedication and with a promise of it's own.

Lis xxx

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Lis
I am very happy that this poem has been so well received. When writing about our loved ones we pray to find the right words to do them justice.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 24-08-2012
When That Time Comes
Aye! Good to see her picture posted for posterity...
Now I know where ya git them thar dimples. πŸ˜‰
My mother relies on me more all the time and I feel very guilty as I may be moving to South Carolina for a job change.

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Don't know how I missed this comment Greg ;-( Hope all is well with you.

Alison x

ValDohren on 17-11-2012
When That Time Comes
Lovely poem Alison, very touching. Just noticed a typo on last line, trancended should read transcended.

Val

Author's Reply:
oops, wonder how nobody noticed it before including me! I better tell David Turner as this one has been selected to be in the Gold Dust Anthology.
Many thanks for pointing that out.
Alison x


Under Hard Moons (posted on: 27-07-12)
***

Tides surge and recede. Moons wax and wane, I grow older too… But contained within that flow my love remains, an immovable rock in a perilous world. A never wavering picture on your wall of all things good. A rosebud under hard frost.
Archived comments for Under Hard Moons
cooky on 27-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
lovely write. I like this a lot

Author's Reply:
Thanks cooky!
Alison x

niece on 27-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
A powerful write, Alison..."a rosebud under hard frost" itself brings to mind various images...lovely!!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading as ever Niece. Glad you felt that it had the power I intended.
Alison x

Andrea on 28-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
Loved the last two lines especially.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Boss
Alison x

amman on 28-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
Nice imagery and wordplay Alison. Love and commitment so succinctly expressed. Perhaps - 'Tides surge and recede'. Just a suggestion.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
I was painting in words what I saw in my head and I saw the fullness of water at high tide then the contrast at low tide.
I think your suggestion is sleeker.
I wonder what others might think?
I am happy to change it.

Surge is a great word, suggesting succinctly what my mental image saw...Let me sit on it and again love to get usefull feedback.
Only in this way can we ever improve. πŸ™‚

Alison x


read again..you are so right! Ta! x

Texasgreg on 28-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
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Aye! Coherent and picturesque as is your usual. I have always seen love, (which ever type it may be), as a one-way road independent of reciprocation.

Beautiful, Alison!
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Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
awww thanks for my frosty rosebud Greg. Much appreciated.
Alison x

Ani on 28-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
This is a really nice love poem, I liked it a lot. Fab Alison
Fureya

Author's Reply:
Thanks for dropping in Fureya!
Alison x

Ionicus on 29-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
Good imagery. Your poetry always reveals the inner passion.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Oh Luigi
You see right through me. Under this stern revolutionary facade there is a right raver just ready to burst out.

Alison x πŸ˜‰

barenib on 30-07-2012
Under Hard Moons
Hi Alison, the more I read this one the more I like it. Photos of people are odd things and I can see why the aborigines, for example, think that they capture your soul. Good stuff, John x

Author's Reply:
Hi John
Thanks for reading and commenting. Yes, I find likenesses a bit creepy at times,especially statues...and in Edinburgh they are everywhere...weird half man half beast in some instances....the imagination could get quite carried away...
Alison x

Weefatfella on 05-08-2012
Under Hard Moons
The rose threatened by hard frost but enduring.
Great image for love conquering all.
Loved it Thank you.

Author's Reply:
oops sorry Weefat! I never realized I had not replied. ;-(
I am away in a dwam half the time.
Thanks so much.
Alison x


Gracious (amended) (posted on: 16-07-12)
On my stimulus to write πŸ˜‰

If a star-studded sky ignites me with awe and humility, or broken bodies on manipulated TV screens crucifies the child in me? I have to write. Don't shoot my precious and sacred messenger over the content of my musings.
Archived comments for Gracious (amended)
amman on 16-07-2012
Gracious
May the Muse be with you always. You are the conscience of an imperfect world and express your concerns eloquently and passionately. Beautifully expressed, as always.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Amman,
I can only write poetry when I am moved in the spirit and several times I have been apprehensive about posting them due to feeling that some may think that it's my whole personality, when it's not....only a facet πŸ˜‰
I was even going to delete this one!
your rating is much apprecieted.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 16-07-2012
Gracious
Aye, Alison! I'm not a "pure writer" myself, meaning that I must feel a purpose. I have a difficult time plucking a subject from air or having it prescribed and write it.

You described your feelings eloquently.
Photobucket.
Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Thankee kindlee pardner πŸ˜‰
Alison x

niece on 16-07-2012
Gracious
I love your poems...regardless of their content, Alison...always have,always will...and this one no less...

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
What a lovely thing to say. Thanks Niece
Alison x

Ionicus on 16-07-2012
Gracious
The Muse keeps banging at my door even though I keep telling her to go and see Alison.
Only joking, dear, you don't need her to produce poetry whose quality and finesse I always appreciate.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
ah well now you see why I don't go for the weekly challenge πŸ˜‰
Some are so much better at that kind of thing.

Alison x

Andrea on 16-07-2012
Gracious
Loved it! Especially the 4th verse (is that what they're called? Should it be 'stanza'?).



Author's Reply:
Ta Boss.
I was wondering the same thing as I tend to use them inter-changeably. As far as I can make out some say they are, where purists say that a verse is a line and a stanza is a break of several lines. In that I suppose these are stanzas.
Anyway, you liked it haha that's the main thing!
πŸ˜‰ Alison x

franciman on 19-07-2012
Gracious
Hi Alison,
Loved it, Loved it!
It comes across as a plea for understanding: and as such it's beauty is fragile and ephemeral. Weekly Challenges simply show sleight of hand, they don't demonstrate the psyche inspired, nor yet the uncovered heart.

Imho This could start at the 4th Stanza, be more powerful, and gain the 10 and nom it deserves.

Heartrendingly Beautiful work.
Cheers,
Jim x


Author's Reply:
I take it you mean cut it down to start with 4th stanza rather than put the 4th to top. I think you are right. It has more punch when I cut my gas to a peep! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

franciman on 19-07-2012
Gracious (amended)
I reckon this is how your Muse intended it.
I am trying to nominate it but it won't let me do it.
Cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:
You are incredibly insightful, Jim.
I was using the previous stanzas to somehow explain myself but the truth is that we should not have to make excuses but be bold in our writing. It says everything I need to say now and this is the beauty of posting and being open to crit.
I am very delighted by your intended Nom and your rating.
Plus taking it into favs.
Thank you for helping me here;-)
Alison x

ChairmanWow on 19-07-2012
Gracious (amended)
Oh, what a declaration Alison. Writing often is a compulsion. Trying to make a compulsion be a benefit can be a challenge wherever the inspiration comes from. (i think free verse stanzas are properly called "strophes" if remember correctly)

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Hi Ralph,
Yes, the urge to write cannot be ignored although it does not come as forcefully as it once did but can still surprise me when it does. I hope I never lose it.
Alison x


Twilight Walk (posted on: 18-06-12)
One night in the country among my trees... An older one written from a time of retreat in the country......people asked if I was not afraid being away from everything with no street lights...but I was embraced by nature.

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When darkness streaks across the sky and colours change to muted greys, as distant rain-clouds ride the hills nature's kaleidoscope displays the symphony of early night. And silhouetted birds in flight. Their distant cries that echo still... I stand and watch their wings, until the very last is lost to sight, heralding approaching night. And in that most exquisite space, through and around my trees, I trace that wondrous pathway, worn in youth, when all I knew was love and truth. And wandered freely, free from fear that there was any danger near. For when amongst creation's bloom what reason should I fear the gloom?
Archived comments for Twilight Walk
amman on 18-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Alison. This is lovely, exquisite. Very atmospheric as befits the great picture.
Regards.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Amman.
Dawn and dusk are my very favourite times and they have such a different feel to them. If they were music, dawn is major and dusk is minor and as we are part of everthing, it affects me that way too πŸ˜‰
Alison x

ChairmanWow on 18-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Evokes tranquility few get anymore, especially kids, who now have there summer days scheduled for them. Nice rhymes.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Hi Ralph
I am so glad the tranquility came over! That was the essence of the moment caught in time. One of those heightened experiences that tell you, you are part of 'all that is'

From my grounds there were just fields all the way to Bennachie in the distance. The crows were in the tall branches and all was right in my world.
I miss the country very much.
Alison x

Romany on 18-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Beautiful rhyme and structure, I could see the country evening drawing in.

Romany

Author's Reply:
It was a special time and that night I will never forget. (Hence the poem) πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Texasgreg on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Alison,

The picture sets you in the mood immediately. Aye, then you grow up and discover the wolves...
I recall so many nights camping out as a young man and miss it immensely.

Good stuff!
Photobucket.

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
well discovering the wolves would only highlight it for me! πŸ˜‰
this was about 8 years ago.
Alison x

niece on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Lovely, Alison...took me back to those good times I have spent in South India...unfortunately, city life spoils most of us ...

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
In my mind I can still see me taking in my washing under a canopy of stars, unspoiled by light pollution...sheer heaven. It's so much easier to remember our connections when surrounded by nature.
Alison xl

Ionicus on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
A truly lyrical poem, Alison, that reveals your love of the countryside and the peace and tranquillity that it can engender.
Excellent rhymes and rhythm.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
I am never happier than when surrounded by nature and animals. Thanks for the rating! πŸ™‚
Alison x

Andrea on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Yep, can totally relate to that - who needs street lights, eh?

Author's Reply:
They just deny us the treasure of the stars.
Alison x (ta for rating)

barenib on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
This is lovely, and you're brave to tackle it in this conventional form - with great success! Reminds me of some of John Clare's poetry. john x

Author's Reply:
Thanks John
I find non rhyming easier than rhyming but some just come in rhyme πŸ˜‰

Alison x

JackKoozie on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Hello, Alison. I thought this poem was wonderful and you’ve absolutely captured the moment of beauty and I can understand why you felt no fear. It is obvious from what you’ve written that you felt β€˜at one’ with nature, that you were indeed part of the bigger picture. Lovely writing, fantastic rhyming, and the rhythm of the poem had a resonant vibe. All the stanzas were lovely but I just had to pick out one which really moved me...

nature’s kaleidoscope displays
the symphony of early night.
And silhouetted birds in flight.
Their distant cries that echo still...
I stand and watch their wings, until
the very last is lost to sight,
heralding approaching night.

That’s proper poetry.

Fab!

JK

PS: Loved the picture which illustrated your poem perfectly.


Author's Reply:
Hi Jack πŸ˜‰

Anyone who used the word 'fab' is ok with me! πŸ˜‰
I often use it and no other word will suffice. They say that everyone has these 'moments' in time where everything just slots into place and you know, deep inside, that this will remain with you till you 'pop your cloggs.'
I remember other times too and maybe one day I will commit them all to poetry, who knows?
Glad you got this one though

Alison x

cooky on 19-06-2012
Twilight Walk
Beautiful poem. Reminded me of when I used to watch the flocks starlings making their shapes in the sky.

Author's Reply:
Starlings are like 'one-mind'..nature expressing the cohesion of the invisible realms but I better stop before I get carried away lol

I am very grateful for your rating.
Alison x

Albermund on 22-06-2012
Twilight Walk
A lovely emotive read. The picture looks great with your poem but I'd rather just have the picture from your words. I kinda feel 'amongst' might read better but what the heck. nice one, cheers Albert πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Hi Albert! Nice of you to drop in.
I was thinking about what you said and looked it up. Apparently they are interchangeable 'among' being more modern and 'amonst' more traditional but both correct.
I prefer 'amongst' since you mentioned it. It's how I would speak so have changed it and now my recording is off but I can always record it again. πŸ˜‰
Ta
Alison x

LS on 22-06-2012
Twilight Walk
I really enjoyed this poem, very beautiful and atmospheric. And a little wistful too.

Author's Reply:
Welcome to UKA! Thanks for reading and noticing the wistfulness. That was very much part of the mood when writing.
Alison x


Cusp of Darkness (posted on: 15-06-12)
The pain of watching the world slip into the abyss. God have mercy.

Relentless now, this ticking clock, that heralds in a dismal front. Immune in cloak from all the joy that once was mine, in different time. No words can grasp this sentence well nor drag the cup from tired lips, whose singing gone, are now released, resigned to other-worldly song… (The minstrel choked upon the tune.) No paint can catch this barren world, in which I'm forced to play my role; Around my feet, in stark relief the fragments of a soul, once full of dreams and inspirations bright and now, discarded on the ground. ''It's all a checkerboard of nights and days'' so old Khayyam* with wisdom says Philosophy upon my brow yields little comfort in the 'now.' *Omar Khayyam
Archived comments for Cusp of Darkness
Andrea on 15-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
Just about says it all, I reckon.

(and Khayyam is one of my favourites

'The moving finger writes, and having writ moves on. Nor all thy piety nor wit, can cancel half a line of it.' )


Author's Reply:
Thanks Boss. Yes, he and Kahlil Gibran are my very fav poets as they were also philosophers and their writings were inspired to my mind.
I better try and lighten up or I will be getting called a right miserable bugger πŸ˜‰
Hard to pretend nothing is happening though, when it's like watching a train crash in slow motion.
Alison x

amman on 15-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
Hi Alison. Great title for this poem of sadness and pain. Needs to be read carefully and often to absorb the nuances of your language but all the better for repeated reading. Nice composition of the final stanza.
Regards

Author's Reply:
Hi Amman
I have recorded it so it comes over as intended. Thanks very much for the rating. I like to experiment with layouts for effect πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Romany on 15-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
I love the pace and flow of this, the wisdom and the accepting despair, if that makes any kind of sense?

Romany.

Author's Reply:
Perfect sense, thank you πŸ˜‰

Alison x

cooky on 15-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
I like this sadness and despair always make good poetry. lExcellent write

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cookymuch appreciated.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 16-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
"No paint can catch this barren world,


in which I’m forced to play my role"



I so often wonder what is going through the minds of people as they meander through yet another predictable day when something could happen instantaneously to change their world. How would they have changed their day leading up to the event? Knowing that there are so many possibilities in life, it is my hope that each gets the most out of today by having done something worthwhile for someone other than self.
In Reply: Aye, the house of cards...
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Good stuff, Alison!





Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Well, I do all I can to help others and I have total belief in the continuity of the human soul, so whatever happens next is part of (to me) a spiritual battle but it's hard to know and see it all unfold. Greece is descending into hell and that is just the start of the pack of cards.
Alison x

RoyBateman on 16-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
A bleak, moving piece, Alison, and clearly heartfelt - could I lighten the tone a little by concentrating on the ending?
In the "now"... Yes, precisely right. Nothing matters, or seems to matter, in the present, but that present morphs and changes. It always does. I reckon that everyone, no matter how carefree their lives appear, has to undergo periods of depression and pain, usually not self-inflicted. And, without those lows, we can't fully appreciate the highs when they return - as they surely must. I'm not being flippant or in any way dismissive - I hope you know that! I'm just saying that everything passes...maye that's a rather "Eastern" philosophy rather than European, but heck, why not be eclectic if it helps? You've already declared your liking for Khayyam*, so clearly you're amenable to other ideas. Well done on the nib, thoroughly deserved for such a beautifully written poem.
* This is serious, so I resisted the temptation to make any crass restaurant jokes. It wasn't easy...

Author's Reply:
Hi Roy,
You are the last person I would take offence at πŸ˜‰
I am very into eastern philosophy, far more than western in actual fact. It is my belief that we are entering a golden age of spiritual enlightenment but first we are descending into a dark place and every passing day we are losing our freedoms while being manipulated by the banks. It's the level of human suffering on a day to day level that is real and hard to dissengage from. I look at my grand-children and I think of the world's children and it all gets to me.
Alison x

ps feel free to make a crass joke I love a good laugh πŸ˜‰

Ionicus on 16-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
I re-iterate what I have said in the past: nobody can convey better than you the angst and unhappiness, whether personal or of the world in general.
I am not denigrating your work when I say that my attitude in life is opposite to yours. I always see a chink of light at the end of the tunnel and tend to take lightly private Fraser's view: 'We are doomed, we are doomed'.
Well done on the 'nib' by the way.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
From the metaphysical point of view, I have to continually be aware that what we hold in our minds affects us and our reality. I have to take steps to counter-act the madness I see around me by balancing my inner life with meditation and good company. In order to write poetry I have to dive into my feelings that is why I don't enter the weekly poetry competitions. πŸ˜‰ Everyone gets their inspirations from different things.

Dark poetry is only one facet of my personality but I find it easy to write when fired up about things.
As I said in the comment above, in my world view, we are all ultimately safe as we are spirits having an earthly experience and this is an incredible time to be alive, if hair-raising.

We are leaving behind a dark world and being taken to a different level but again, that's only my opinion.
It is hard to see the birth pangs though.
Alison x (ta for the rating)

niece on 17-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
"Around my feet, in stark relief
the fragments of a soul, once full
of dreams and inspirations bright
and now,
discarded on the ground"...
Beautiful, Alison!!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:
Thanks Niece.
You are not too bad at throwing a few lines about yourself" πŸ˜‰

Alison x

franciman on 25-06-2012
Cusp of Darkness
'Awake my little ones and fill the cup
Before Life's liquor in its cup be dry'

The Rubiyat is my favourite work, and this is so redolant of that voice. At first sight it is the other side of the spectrum and yet they both highlight the fragility of all human life. Poetry keeps the 'low peep' of a divine spark alight within us all. Kayyam with trenchant wit and you with mordant despair and both very effectively.

Well done. Just don't bank on a career as a stand-up comic!

Cheers,
Jim xx

Author's Reply:
I understand what you are saying Jim..............and I know too that I must come over as a right miserable git πŸ˜‰
The truth is that I am anything but..............I keep my feelings for my expression in poetry, I am the 'life and soul of the party.'................
I am most grateful for the abilitry to express my inner feelings in poetry.................without that? I may just burst!!!
lol
Alison x
and Omar is just wonderful.


Time Slip (posted on: 11-06-12)
The Edinburgh vaults were used to start with to store merchants goods. However, the architects did not understand about the rock being very porous and so they soon became flooded and sodden. So they moved out and the city's poor moved in. They became a renowned red light district with countless brothels and pubs operating within the abandoned complex. Living conditions were appalling. The rooms were cramped, dark and damp. There was no sunlight, poorly circulated air, no running water, and no sanitation. Many rooms housed families of more than ten people. Many Highland girls who came to try to get a new life, ended up as prostitutes in these places. The level of human suffering is unimaginable.

Photobucket The Edinburgh 'Auld Toon' whispers in my ear. I cannot walk the cobbles of the Royal Mile without some strange blending and blurring taking place. Where the stalls of the market traders are replaced by the open sewers of a different time. Many things remain almost unchanged and that again is a vague comfort. I envy those thick walls, the quaint rebellion of the faηades that 'made to last' impression on the psyche. I can identify.. Then, in a mysterious, melding moment I am transported to be among the poor wretches, under the arches.... The damned and the despairing in rat infested misery. New born to the very old sharing dank air. Across a drained loch the 'New Town' stands, the dressing on a burgeoning community that needed a face-lift, A soul lift. The number 29 bus crawls over the hidden midden of lost souls. Many Highlanders came after the 'clearances' with deep grieving, mixed with the optimistic stoicism of the brave.... or desperate.... To prematurely slip their bonds Dreamless in dungeons. A humane escape from the dejection and the degradation. And now, under the bustling streets They leave behind a brooding disquiet an eerie echo I feel them, in my blood.
Archived comments for Time Slip
Romany on 11-06-2012
Time Slip
The poor souls. Most (faked) Haunted did a programme from there, which was at least interesting from the historical point of view and the details of the awful living conditions. Unimaginable, those poor people.

Romany

Author's Reply:
That ridiculous show was such a lot of nonsence πŸ˜‰ However, I did get a chance to spend the night in them but sensibly refused. One cannot help but feel something when you are down there especially in Mary King's Close which is under the steet and sits silent and very creepy after the plague broke out and the poor unfortunates were simply bricked in. It is very haunted and a really fascinating place to visit.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_King%27s_Close
Alison x

amman on 11-06-2012
Time Slip
Hi Alison. You've conveyed the misery of those poor people, in such appalling conditions, so well. Well documented. I particularly like 'strange blending and blurring' in the first verse and 'a mysterious melding moment' in the third. One typo - born instead of borne (perhaps) and not sure about 'oh' on the second last line.
Regards.

Author's Reply:

Thanks for pointing that out. I had been using an old version of borne..dictionary to bring forth a child but it did not sit right with me. I used the 'oh' to give emphases to the feeling but it maybe reads better without. Thanks again and for the rating too πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Romany on 11-06-2012
Time Slip
I can well believe there might be some hauntings in such a place, but MH did it no justice at all.

I don't blame you for not wanting to spend a night down there!

Author's Reply:
It was to have been some sort of experiment for a few chosen people but I tend towards claustrophobia and they are painful enough to visit in a crowd. πŸ™‚

barenib on 11-06-2012
Time Slip
Alison - I enjoy this type of poem very much, and this is no exception. There are definitely places where you can feel the history oozing from the walls, so to speak, and the feelings and thoughts you describe here capture that very well. I definitely wouldn't spend a night there! John.

Author's Reply:
Hi John
Edinburgh has given me so many poems and I dare say there are a few yet to come. I adore the city, the history, architecture but it's even more than that.
It just holds a fascination for me that I do not quite understand but seeing the dungeons and knowing the beauty of the Moray Firth, I find it easy to imagine the terrible heart-breaking longing many must have had for home.
Alison x

ruadh on 11-06-2012
Time Slip
Nicely done Alison.

Author's Reply:
Thank you Ailsa.
When are we going to be having some more of yours? πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Texasgreg on 12-06-2012
Time Slip
Alison, I just love history, but am sure you're not surprised that I wasn't aware of this place.

The reason I love history: your last-I feel them in my blood.

We are all intertwined, but have moved on like the distant extended family.



Good stuff!

Photobucket.

Texasgreg πŸ™‚
In response: Totally Awesome! Don't you just love this edit option for responses?

Author's Reply:
Oh totally!

The web of humankind. What we do to others, we do to ourselves.
Alison x

Andrea on 12-06-2012
Time Slip
Gawd, and I moan about me shoebox...

Author's Reply:
Oh, I know, me too πŸ˜‰
The very thought of the suffering or even the lack of anything good or uplifting, just hits me in the guts.
Thanks very much for the rating.
I am sure there are many of us who look at old black and white photos or even old prints........and wonder......where were WE at that time? I know I do, all the time.
Alison x

stormwolf on 12-06-2012
Time Slip
Thanks very much to the 'nibbers' The vulnerability of posting never lessens and it is always encouraging to know your efforts are understood.

Author's Reply:

amman on 13-06-2012
Time Slip
Hi Alison. I know that I've already commented on this sub but have just listened to the audio version. You imbue your poetry with so much meaning in the narrating. You were born to do this. A great recitation of a very touching poem.

Regards

Author's Reply:
I am delighted you enjoy the recital. I really enjoy doing it as to me it makes the poem come across as intended. I am going to be re-recording many of my old ones as for some reason they got all corrupted (like me haha) and I sound like a strangled chicken. πŸ˜‰

Ionicus on 13-06-2012
Time Slip
History is such a rich source of inspiration that it does not surprise me that Edinburgh's past is also full of such riveting episodes. Rome hasn't got the monopoly.
Well done on the nib.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi
I see poetry everywhere in Edinburgh. It seems to stir something up in me.
Alison x

niece on 14-06-2012
Time Slip
Felt their pain and their anguish, Alison...beautiful poem!!!

Regds,
niece

Author's Reply:

RoyBateman on 14-06-2012
Time Slip
Though I've visited Edinburgh a few times, and love the place as it's absolutely steeped in history, I've never had the chance to see these vaults. I have seen an article on TV, and it was all new to me, but I always want to know more about so fascinating a subject. You've brought it to life in all its teeming, stinking intensity. Spend a night there? Crikey! You took the right decision there - the mind can do strange things when those shadows start taking on lives of their own. I know that I'd have come out a gibbering wreck, but then The Boss might allege that I'd gone in the same way. So, no change there then...
Great piece, Alison - truly chilling.

Author's Reply:
Hi Roy
I apologize for my late response. I thought I had done so already. Anyway, yes, the dungeons and the history of the lower part of the "auld toon" are VERY creepy.........but for poets and writers.........would inspire so many creative pieces.
Of course, my poems are not simply the result of a subject to write about, more so, a visceral responce in the blood. so to speak. πŸ˜‰

Thanks as ever for reading and commenting. I do appreciate it.
Alison x


Deep Water (posted on: 28-05-12)
Could be called 'Look before you leap!' πŸ˜‰

Such a brief exchange. We passed by on the river and I saw the way you watched the ripples, engaged elsewhere... Something told me that you were deeper than the dark water, that almost seemed to be still... I yearned to dive into you but in an instant saw the rapids ahead. Passion can be blinding. Self preservation primal.
Archived comments for Deep Water
Texasgreg on 28-05-2012
Deep Water
Alison,

As a man who is currently swooning, I can you that I see your meaning with eyes wide open. Thanks for the warning, LOL. I'd give it a niner on content and style and eight due to brevity, however, you can over-cook if not careful, eh?

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Hi Greg πŸ˜‰

It is deliberatley short as it is capturing a moment in time. Sometimes you can stretch a point or flog a good idea to death and that dilutes it in my opinion.
Thanks for the rating. Much appreciated.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 28-05-2012
Deep Water
Arg! I hate errors when commenting as you cannot go back once you hit "enter". I can tell you that I see your meaning...

We need a preview option for comments as well.

Author's Reply:
Yes, why not suggest it on the forum. It sure helps when we can alter what we have written as I often make typos and then wish I could redo them in case I look thick lol
Alison x

cooky on 28-05-2012
Deep Water
I like this. Women are always more sensible than us males.

Author's Reply:
Hi Cooky πŸ™‚ well 'sensible' is not a term applied to me very often over the years but there is always time πŸ˜‰ Thanks for the rating.
Alison x

Corin on 29-05-2012
Deep Water
Aren't there are two sides to this situation? 'Look before you leap' or 'Nothing ventured nothing gained.'

Here is Old Bill's version, true love is in one of the caskets, but which one?:-


The first, of gold, who this inscription bears,
'Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire;'
The second, silver, which this promise carries,
'Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves;'
This third, dull lead, with warning all as blunt,
'Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.'

David



Author's Reply:
Loved that David.
I think you know my thoughts on love πŸ˜‰
Khalil Gibran says it pefecrly...

Kahlil Gibran on Love

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.

I never want to live in the 'seasonless world'
Alison x

Andrea on 29-05-2012
Deep Water
Ah yes, indeed. Pity I didn't withhold a few dives meself πŸ™‚ Very nicely put...

Author's Reply:
The thing about this poem is it does not say whether the primal instict for survival overtook the passion πŸ˜‰
Alison x ( not averse to a bit of diving when I gets a chance ;-))

Ionicus on 29-05-2012
Deep Water
You don't strike me as the over-cautious type, Alison, but I accept that you can foresee the dangers ahead.
On the other hand what you call preservation could be a lost opportunity. Whatever, it is a point of view well expressed.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
I am a life long adherent to the philosophy 'feel the fear but do it anyway'
This was a bit of poetic licence πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Romany on 02-06-2012
Deep Water
Oh I love it! Succinct, wise, brilliant! Well done!

Romany.

Author's Reply:
Glad that you liked it, short as it is. πŸ™‚

Alison x

stormwolf on 03-06-2012
Deep Water
Thanks to the invisible nibbers who have graced this poem. The thrill of getting a 'Great Read' never diminishes.
x

Author's Reply:

Weefatfella on 04-06-2012
Deep Water
It is not wise to enter into affairs, there are always rapids, no exceptions. past experience I'm glad to see came to the fore in the protaginist. I enjoyed this but was also blinded by my up-bringing I was raised on a council housing estate (scheme) and "to dive in" has a few different meanings. (to fight but paradoxically to have casual sex). Hope I havent offended.

Author's Reply:
hello Weefatfella (great name)

No, far from offending me, you actually brought out a double meaning intended in the poem. I sure did want to dive in πŸ˜‰ I used water as the analogy to feelings and emotions, both of which were 'riding high' shall we say πŸ˜‰ However, it would not have been 'casual' sex.
Alison x

Hulda on 06-06-2012
Deep Water
Dear Alison.
Passion can be blinding and overtaking you emotionally and all reason to listen to your head instead of your heart can be destroying and conceiving.
I like how you write with burning passion and emotion.
It comes clearly through.
You have developed so much as a writer.
I simply love your style.
Take care.
Sincerely yours
Hulda

Author's Reply:
Hello dear Hulda
Yes, once bitten and all that. Thanks so much for reading and rating and I hope we shall see you back here soon. All the very best
Alison xx


Disconnected (posted on: 25-05-12)
When nature stops speaking I am lost.

Photobucket Art work by Christopher Vacher used with permission. This is the very first year my heart did not explode with greenery and wonder in sync with the trees. I am disconnected, adrift. Some invisible grid has descended like canopies in an old shop that cut out the sun. There am I, in muted hue Waiting..... Gone, gone! The desire to strip off and run naked over freshly mown grass. The heart-stopping transference of total bliss to be alive in the scent of the wall-flower. The heady exuberance of the Laburnum the sleeping, exotic potency of the Lilac... The life affirming scent of the bonfire smoke. Maybe I am dead and just don't know it yet.
Archived comments for Disconnected
sunken on 25-05-2012
Disconnected
With poetry like this, Ms. Wolf, I'd say that you're very much alive. You're just in a shadowy place. There's brilliant sunshine within grasping distance. I know, for I have seen the weather forecast. Beautiful stuff.

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Author's Reply:
Thanks Sunks, you incredible person, you! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Bradene on 25-05-2012
Disconnected
Lovely, lovely poetry Alison, made all the better for listening to it. You have the perfect voice for the melancholy.

Author's Reply:
Hi Val
thanks so much for the rating. It took me a while to stand to hear my voice but now I see it as the icing on the cake so to speak. I want the poem to come over as intended and so I recite it.
I am not always a miserable bugger haha πŸ˜‰

Alison x

Texasgreg on 26-05-2012
Disconnected
Alison, your ability to take what everyone else would see as a casual observation and turn to verse with a life of its own, makes me want to parrot it; however, I know it would never sound the same so I will not attempt for the sake of all.

Greg πŸ™‚


Author's Reply:
Pieces of eight, pieces of eight.....no, I would give the parrotting a miss πŸ˜‰
thank you for your kind comments and your rating. It never gets any easier to post you know, especially for things 'hot off the press' but I carry on regardless πŸ˜‰
Alison x

PS I am honoured at you taking me into your fav authors x

Romany on 26-05-2012
Disconnected
Thought provoking indeed. I just love the picture!

Romany.

Author's Reply:
Thanks Sue. Yes, I adore this pic and the artist. He gave me permission to use his work freely and I am really grateful for if I could paint like him, that is the kind of paintings I would be doing. It's like he is tuned into my psyche and great for illustrating my poems too.

This was very much a 'mood poem' in that I found myself sitting looking out at nature and feeling a strange mood come over me and as is my want, I made it into a poem πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Ionicus on 26-05-2012
Disconnected
"The desire to strip off
and run naked
over freshly mown grass."
No, dear Alison, with such a desire you are not dead; I believe that
"The heady exuberance of the Laburnum
the sleeping, exotic potency of the Lilac"
have made you soporific.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
It's maybe just as well for all concerned I keep those urges under control although I did give into them five years ago after a sweat lodge ceremony and bathed in the river running by the ground. It will go down as one of life's peak experiences. I guess I am just a hippy at heart and child of the universe, most definately! πŸ˜‰

Alison x

amman on 27-05-2012
Disconnected
Hi Alison. I wasn't sure about this when I first read it, but after hearing your narration and reading it again, it all made sense. Poetry is meant to be read and you do it so well.
Regards

Author's Reply:
Hi Amman πŸ˜‰

Firstly, I am so glad you managed to 'get it' especially after hearing it. poetry is so subjective and although *we* know what we meant, sometimes the reader doesn't and although in some poems that is ok....for me, I prefer if the reader does understand and hence why I recite so many.

I am very delighted you have chosen me as a fav author! very chuffed as they say.
Alison x (and thanks for the rating too! )

Andrea on 27-05-2012
Disconnected
Alison, I know exactly how you feel.

Beautiful artwork, too.

Author's Reply:
Hi Boss

Yes, I know you do. It's a lovely sunny day here today and things look brighter but it did amaze me that I have not felt the way I have felt every single spring since I have been born, namely how beautiful the world is when nature comes alive again. Too distracted by world events methinks. ;-(
Alison x

and thanks so much for the rating πŸ™‚


The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass) (posted on: 18-05-12)
A love poem with a twist.

>Photobucket     Lay spur against your horse's side     my lover and my master.     The sands of time are running through     the pace is ever faster.     To lose this chance in life's cruel game     would be my true undoing.     For who would cheer my empty heart     without your ardent wooing?     Make haste, make haste! urge on your steed     towards that distant mountain,     I'm waiting there, wind in my hair     beside our secret fountain.     Where oft we met, but better yet     lay down, with hearts a-beating,     to savour true our souls' delight     as body's urgent greeting. "I'll never fear the dark of hell I'll wait till death should take me I know my lover comes to me If sleeping…do not wake me!" Artwork by Christopher Vacher used with permission.
Archived comments for The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Bradene on 18-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Loved your poem loved the artwork. Altogether a delight. Valx

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much Val and the rating much appreciated.
Alison x

Romany on 18-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Passionate, stormy (!) and brooding. I love the picture too!

Romany.

Author's Reply:
aye, there's life in the old dog yet! πŸ˜‰

Thanks for reading
Alison x

e-griff on 18-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
very nice, technically and more importantly, content. πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
I was expecting "trundles along nicely" lol πŸ˜‰

Thanks for dropping in and commenting

Alison x

Ionicus on 18-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
One of your best Alison. Good work, thoroughly enjoyable.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
wow Luigi! I don't think you have ever given me a 10! Thanks very much. I am sure this appealed to your romantic soul rather than my angst filled efforts πŸ˜‰
Alison x

amman on 19-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Hi Alison. So relentlessly, passionately romantic. Great pic too.
Regards.
Amman

Author's Reply:
Thanks Amman

I love Christopher's work. It's as though he manages to see inside my mind and dreams.
Alison x

sirat on 19-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Not often I comment on a poem but this is a bit special. Has a feel of Thomas the Rhymer, Tam Lin, Twa Corbies and Sir Patrick Spens about it. Really effective, and within a great Scottish tradition. This one has to find its way into the Anthology. Fantastic work.

Author's Reply:
Wow David!
You have made me one very happy bunny. I know you seldom read poetry and your assessment is very uplifting. πŸ™‚
Alison x

Andrea on 19-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Absolutely wonderful! Suitably Twatted πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Hurrraaayyyyyyyyyy
Twatted. What more could I ask for. Thanks Boss.
Alison x
ta for rating too x

cooky on 19-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
I like this, passion at it's best.

Author's Reply:
Glad you saw the passion in it. A bit of a boddice ripper. πŸ˜‰
many thanks for the super rating. x

franciman on 20-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Alison,
Your work never falls short of delighting me. This though is special. It's Lady Macbeth recites Le Mort d'Arthur if you get my drift?
I do need to say it though: such wonderful poetry deserves a less prosaic title. Can I suggest "Do not wake me"?

Author's Reply:
Thanks very much for your lovely comments and your generous rating. The poem was originally called 'Urgency' 'Do not wake me' is a bit predictable IMO.
Maybe Urgency (The Ballad of a Highland Lass) ?
Alison x

what about 'The Dream' ?

Andrea on 20-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
Personally, I love the title. But then I ain't very...er...y'know...poetic. Innit.

Author's Reply:
I have had the best of both worlds as you can see πŸ˜‰
x

franciman on 20-05-2012
Ballad of a Highland Lass
"The Dream"-yes perfect.

Do you know "The Ghartain Mothers Lament". 'oh I have cam tae the low country, ochone, ochone, ochree' Excuse the poor attempt at written Gael, but that's kind of the way your poem rings in my head.

God listen tae me! And how ma tongue gans tapsel-teary !!

Author's Reply:
the 'ochone. ochone' rings a bell. πŸ˜‰

See? You are just a romantic same as me. Thanks so much for taking it into favs
x

Capricorn on 20-05-2012
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Oh! This has given me goosebumps! I love it, Alison. The picture - the poem - your reading - everything!

I really think this is the best I've read of yours. I'm going to read again -now.
Eira x

Author's Reply:
I am very honoured you took it into favs and the rating too!
Alison x

RoyBateman on 23-05-2012
The Dream (Ballad of a Highland Lass)
Caught up with this at last - and what a surprise! A lovely poem, wonderfully rhymed and with a real old-fashioned feel to it - and I mena that in the best possible way! I thought no-one was writing such unashamed full-blooded romanticism any more, but thank goodness I was wrong. This certainly isn't going to please the lovers of modern "poetry", which is YET another reason for loving it! Keep it up, Alison.
Rated 10

Author's Reply:
OMG!!!..or..........as they say in Scotland fertheluvvagoad....I m SO sorry to have forgotten to reply to this comment up till now. My brain is not all that it was ;-(

Thank you SO much.
Alison x


Broken Webs (posted on: 11-05-12)
A poem about love, trust and commitment.

When this fine web is truly broken, and souls fly free into the sun And we stand accountable for all words spoken, where are you then? my trusted one. When all that man desires is plundered, And brought out into empty air for view; When all that love can hold as treasured will you hold all I thought I knew? And, as the hour glass is emptied and lawns grow gold before the setting sun. Will you hold me to your rising star? So safe, secure, my treasured one.
Archived comments for Broken Webs
Inchrory on 11-05-2012
Broken Webs
Hi Stormwolf,
Listening to you speak your poem aloud, reminds me of youthful days, listening to those beautiful crystal clear waters of the Avon (A’n} as they flowed north through Glen Avon and past Inchrory to the Spey.

I hope you are burning all these recording onto a CD, and not doing as I did, just entrusting them to a hard drive.

Morchuis.


Author's Reply:
Yes, I have them scattered all over the place. I am not very organised but I do know not to carry all my eggs in one basket.
Alison x

Bradene on 11-05-2012
Broken Webs
A rare beauty here Alison. Well done again on your fine poetry. Valx

Author's Reply:
Thank you so much Val, much appreciated

Alison x

cooky on 11-05-2012
Broken Webs
To find such a relationship is a rare thing indeed. a beautiful write

Author's Reply:
Thanks Cooky πŸ™‚
Alison x

Ionicus on 11-05-2012
Broken Webs
Very expressive.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks for reading and your rating!
Alison x

amman on 12-05-2012
Broken Webs
You convey so much emotion in so few words. Excellent, as ever. Liked the audio too. You speak so well.
Regards


Author's Reply:
Very happy you like my recitation πŸ™‚
Alison x

sunken on 12-05-2012
Broken Webs
Lovely stuff, Ms. Wolf of the storm persuasion. It put me in mind of Buck's Fizz's 'Land of make believe'. You will probably think this is a slur but I assure you it's not. I do believe you should be nibbed for this. I've threatened to get my placards out in the past and will do so again if need be. In the meantime I hope you'll be happy with a Bernard. Thank you.

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My fav hound is always very appreciated xxx

Leila on 12-05-2012
Broken Webs
You know how to convey emotion in your poetry Alison, you draw the reader into your world, lovely...Leila

Author's Reply:
Thanks Leila
This is one of those poems which wrote itself πŸ˜‰
Alison x

stormwolf on 13-05-2012
Broken Webs
Grateful thanks to whoever nominated this poem.



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Capricorn on 14-05-2012
Broken Webs
Absolutely beautiful - and a pleasure to hear you read it. You have such a natural way of reading your poetry. Love it!

Author's Reply:
Thank you Eira
I do like to recite my poems in order that they come over as intended.
It is the finishing touch to some, so to speak and some I would never recite. Don't know why πŸ˜‰
Alison x

royrodel on 15-05-2012
Broken Webs
reeks of insecurity
like it's written by some teenage girl
desiring love from some teenage boy
The best kind of love
our first love

Author's Reply:
Bless you Rodell. You're a awfy loon πŸ™‚
It was not meant to come over insecure, more a mature question but I can see wherer you are coming from too and its good to know how it comes accross. Thanks for the very generous rating an' all
Alison x

Corin on 17-05-2012
Broken Webs
Beautiful rhyme and meter Alison, a very poignant and moving poem.

David

Author's Reply:
Thank you David! πŸ˜‰
Alison x


Crescent Moon (posted on: 30-04-12)
This is generated by Homs but could be anywhere in the Middle East where people are being slaughtered and children and babies are sacrificed by a world where evil is rampant.

A solitary star hangs in a silent sky and speaks to the heart of a place far removed from the present chaos and agony of broken lives, broken bones and ruined buildings. Somewhere pure. Safe. Where children laugh. Those little arms and legs grey now, mottled, still... Obscene lacerations gaping wounds, testifying mutely to the evil of outrage to innocents. Dead air, pierced by sobs, moans and muffled prayers Shell-shocked minds with empty arms retreat behind blank eyes and fall into a chasm of inner grief. The Horned Viper uncoils in slow menace under the dawn sky and side-winds down to the city. Hell is all around. The Crescent Moon, is weeping for her children. And here, half across the world on the cusp of this new day, in sleepless solidarity a mother cries along.
Archived comments for Crescent Moon
cooky on 30-04-2012
Crescent Moon
A deep write on the sufferings caused by war. excellent poetry

Author's Reply:
Thankee kindleee Cooky!
Alison x

Andrea on 30-04-2012
Crescent Moon
Well, I can't say it cheered me up, but it's certainly stirring stuff - almost made me cry! Very, very horrendously put (if you know what I mean).

Author's Reply:
Yes, I ken what you mean πŸ˜‰ I am glad I managed to put across the horror of what is happening as the west watches reality TV.
Alison x

Bradene on 30-04-2012
Crescent Moon
Alison, This is raw, stark and terrifying stuff. Very well written. A piece that will haunt the reader long after it has been read, Just one nit pick or perhaps it's me, but should the last line read:
A mother cries alone..?
Valx


Author's Reply:
Hi Val
Thanks for appreciating this heart-felt poem. The last line is correct, meaning that the writer is crying along with the Crescent Moon (Moslem state) over the injustices to the people.

Alison x

franciman on 30-04-2012
Crescent Moon
Hi Alison,

I listened first and then read your piece. It is difficult to find the words to describe the power in your writing. The imagery is visceral and the sorrow is all too real. It is also a biting satire yet leaves the reader with the reassurance that somewhere outside of the conflict someone sheds tears.

If this isn't what poetry is meant to be then I don't know what is.

Cheers,
Jim x

Author's Reply:

Hi Jim and cheers indeed!
Thank you so much for your rating and nom!
This poem came to me as described. Lying at dawn thinking of the children and trying to commit to memory the words so that I could put them down when I got up.
Talk about parallel universes! We go about our mundane lives while children are being blown to bits...it simply cannot go on...I feel that the world is a very dark place but we are at the tipping point, so there is always hope.
Alison x

amman on 01-05-2012
Crescent Moon
Wow. This is very powerful and beautifully crafted.
Regards

Author's Reply:
Thanks for your appreciation and your rating! πŸ™‚
Alison x

Ionicus on 01-05-2012
Crescent Moon
A very powerful and stirring poem that shows the consequences to the civilian population of unrest in various Middle Eastern states.
The indignation at this state of affairs is perfectly understandable but whilst applauding the superb craftsmanship of the piece, I think you are politically naive.
I disagree with your assumption that somehow it is the fault of the apathy of the West - as in your reply to Andrea.
Sometimes people can be their worst enemy.
The religious divide between Shia and Sunny has a particular relevance.
Leaving politics aside, a first class entry.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Hi Luigi
No, I disagree..I am not politically naive. While people have always fought against each other....if you go further up the chain of command...to the top of the pyramid, you will find that wars are instigated and bank-rolled by the same cabal.
My exasperation about the west is my own feeling that we are being dumbed down by TV and the celebrity culture...and this is not by accident, but by intention...social engineering, same as many other things we are now experiencing, including the world-wide monetary collapse.
All these things have been engineered but the cat is out of the bag now.
Yes, I feel strongly but the issue is about a poem not my beliefs πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Inchrory on 01-05-2012
Crescent Moon
Hi Alison,
This is an extremely powerful piece of poetry, illustrating the horror felt by a westerner mother (or any mothers) to the slaughter of innocents in the uprisings, which currently beset a number of states in the Arab world.

Without wishing, in any way, to detract, from the emotionally charged, and prepropent nature of the poetic voice.
However, one has to admit that general Christian charity is sometimes seen to be quite scarce in that direction.

The question being, would any Arab take the same view, if the conflict were in a western country?

One still needs to consider, the reasons inherent in the on-going conflict between the Arab people and the regimes, which control them. It would appear that in every case bloodshed is inevitable

Western intervention to date has been an on-going disaster, merely replacing one evil with another, without giving due consideration to the Arab mentality and the divisions in the religious factions within, which if looked at in detail, appear to be the major source of conflict.

As we, all know, from our own past and bitter experiences, religion seldom shows mercy to its dissenters.

I do not rate poetry, however if I did, this would certainly receive a 10 point rating for excellence.

Morchuis.


Author's Reply:
Thanks for your comments Morchuis
Killing children can never be right, no matter who is doing it to whom. I saw several films of little babies with limbs blown off and one with the lower part of their face blown off. I despair for humanity

Anyway, 'what cannot be cured sure, must be endured sure' as the song says.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 07-05-2012
Crescent Moon
Alison, must admit that I was expecting something else. had a very large moon last night and was inspired to write myself, so when I saw "Crescent Moon", I was intrigued. Not disappointed that I clicked though. Would love to crawl through your mind sometime, however, as large as it may be, I may get stuck forever, LOL. I'd rate for you as well, but what's the use? I really like your writing and content.

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Hi Greg πŸ™‚
Well, firstly, I am feeling very cheated as, being a moon lover all my life, the Big Moon was not seen in Scotland either last night when she would have been full, or the night before. I was very disappointed. I have written many poems about the moon but here it meant something else.
I bet she looked wonderful from Texas.
You would not like to look round my mind...it is not for the faint-hearted so a stiff drink may be necessary before-hand πŸ˜‰
I am very happy my writing appeals to you.
Alison x

Texasgreg on 07-05-2012
Crescent Moon
Oh, and didn't miss that "she" was the crescent moon...I believe, (If I remember correctly), that long before the faiths that are practiced today, God was a woman because man recognized that she was the bearer of life...as far back as 7500 BCE it appears. Just now used Wikipedia as quick reference, but sounds right...

Author's Reply:
We find the sexes reflected in everything through the natural world. The male energy of the Sun balanced by the soft yeilding energy of the Moon.
We are part of all that and that is what floats my boat! πŸ˜‰
A x

Texasgreg on 07-05-2012
Crescent Moon
As you may gather from my responses previous and present, I'm a spiritual agnostic myself. Wanted to be a minister as a child instead of fireman or such. I educated myself too well and now my boat goes 'round and 'round with only one oar in the water... πŸ˜‰

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Texasgreg on 07-05-2012
Crescent Moon
Geez-Louise...Forgot to comment on moon and mind, LOL. The moon was a splendid sight to see, (as we lack trees, hills, and buildings), and reminds my how valuable my eyes are. We all need reminders from time-to-time. I'm always up for a snort to forget...former Marine and worked for F.E.M.A. as a contractor on several disasters, but fear your imagination may require a double-dose.

Greg πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
OMG I bet you have some tales to tell. Sounds like FEMA are very busy just now πŸ˜‰


Forged for Service (posted on: 09-04-12)
Some feel the need to speak out...............I am one of them. A poem about self empowerment.

Stronger than steel is my spider web of belief. Cut me and I am more tenacious than before. Geometry and mathematics speak even to the non-conforming, like myself. The further away we sail the higher, the clearer the view. Perspective rules. Mushrooms can grow through concrete. I once bent a *rebar between my neck and another's trusting throat. nestled securely in the soft, yielding dip below the Adam's apple. Severance of the spinal cord could have been our lot. But there is incredible synergy of power in combined courage, shared desire. Same with walking the coals. Such focus in the soul decants the parasites of fear superiority and illusion. Awakens the warrior the ancient inhabitant within. I never took part in those transitional ceremonies to hide in the shadows skulk in cowardice or surrender. Shrink back into a fool's paradise. Not now not ever. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rebar
Archived comments for Forged for Service
Bradene on 09-04-2012
Forged for Service
A result of 'once bitten' I'll bet. A good powerful piece Alison.
I enjoyed the read. Valx

Author's Reply:
Thanks Val.
I was just thinking...and once the Genie is out of the bottle....well, there's no going abck πŸ˜‰
Alison x

Andrea on 09-04-2012
Forged for Service
Blimey, yes, good, powerful stuff, as is to be expected! And when, pray, can we expect to see you back on the forums?

(I miss ya!)

Author's Reply:
Aww Thanks Boss. πŸ™‚

I do not think I am going to come back to the forum. It got too unfriendly and lost the pleasure for me.
It got to be like poking myself with a cattle prod and for what?

Happy easter! Alison x

Andrea on 09-04-2012
Forged for Service
Oh, come on! You're so much fun πŸ™‚ Just ignore the ones you don't get on with. Bet Shy misses you too...

Happy bunnies to you, too!

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ChairmanWow on 10-04-2012
Forged for Service
Dang, Alison, this is some statement. Leaves most peoples' sorry maxims in the dust.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Wow Ralph I am very glad you liked it and thanks for taking it into favs
Alison x

sunken on 11-04-2012
Forged for Service
Hello Ms. Wolf. Did you know that mushrooms are more closely related to humans than they are to plants? I've never trusted them myself. I'm not surprised they can grow through concrete. I'm telling ya, they're not normal. Fear the mushroom I say. Fear the mushroom. Ahem. Enjoyed the poem.

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Hurrraaayyy A Bernard! Ta Sunks, you know how to cheer a gal up πŸ˜‰
yes, never trust a mushroom , they are not all the same and some are quite deadly and some can make you go all funny. ;-O

Say...you ain't been on the mushrooms have you?
If so, where did you get 'em?
Alison x

Corin on 15-04-2012
Forged for Service
O my dear Alison, no one could ever possibly accuse you of cowardice or surrender. You put me to shame. The Gung Ho, the Super Confident may do daring deeds and seem like courageous heroes, but real courage only comes into force in the darkest corners of the soul.

Mind you walking on coals is supposed to be easy as the natural moisture in your skin cools your feet enough as it evaporates to protect them as long as you keep moving.

love

David

Author's Reply:
Hi David
nice to see you reading again πŸ˜‰
I have to laugh at your explanation of the coals...we have spoken about this before. If you honestly think that a very thin layer of sweat would protect the super sensitive feet as they carry the body across 10ft of red hot coals...well....let me tell you the heat gets to your face just looking at the coals.. Never mind,
nice to comment
Alison x

chant_z on 15-05-2012
Forged for Service
Nietzsche would have blushed πŸ™‚

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Erm......sorry, you have lost me πŸ™ eeekk


Dawn (posted on: 26-03-12)
short poem

I watched you in the night wondering where you were... and prayed that what we shared would scent all lives to come. Then you awoke. Your mouth the source of such joy became my altar, creative and sensuous. Hard need met soft desire yin and yang breathless... I grasped your arm and the circle was complete.
Archived comments for Dawn
Andrea on 26-03-2012
Dawn
Oo-er, I say, I've come over all funny! Dread to think what's going to happen when Shy and Sunk see this...

Oh, lovely, by the way πŸ™‚

Author's Reply:
Glad you liked it Andrea πŸ˜‰
Alison x
(thanks so much for the rating too )

orangedream on 26-03-2012
Dawn
Just beautiful, Alison. Pure poetry;-)

Tina x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Tina. Lovely comment!
Alison x

ChairmanWow on 26-03-2012
Dawn
Nice imagery, Alison. As Tina wrote it is pure poetry.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Thanks Ralph
Thought I would write about something nice for a change
Alison x

amman on 27-03-2012
Dawn
So succinct and so evocative. Loved it.

Author's Reply:
Gald you liked it!
Alison x

Bradene on 27-03-2012
Dawn
Lovely, and so sensuous, makes me wish I was young again,sets me off with a bout of the"if onlys" Valx

Author's Reply:
Hi Val
Don't you know that youth is wasted on the young?
Glad to have you drop in. πŸ™‚
Alison x

Ionicus on 28-03-2012
Dawn
'Don't you know that youth is wasted on the young?'
How true, Alison. If only we could combine the wisdom of the old with the vitality of the young, we would achieve perfection.
Lovely pome, me dear.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Thanks Luigi!
Yes, next time round I will appreciate my youth more instead of being horribly self conscious and see the good in each step of the way.
Alison x

ruadh on 28-03-2012
Dawn
Love it Alison.

Author's Reply:
Thanks m'dear!
Alison x

sunken on 01-04-2012
Dawn
Ahem. This is a saucy little number and no mistake. All of that hard and soft stuff has made come over all unnecessary. Unnecessary isn't too pleased I can tell ya. Did ya see what I did there? Hello? Ms. Wolf. Ahem. Neat poem.

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they met at the desmond tutu memorial coffee lounge

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I hope unnecessary is not taking legal action...It can happen to anybody, not just a Sunks ;-(
Alison x

Mikeverdi on 27-09-2012
Dawn
Im just dipping in here and there as you seem to have so much on this site, again I love this. I look forwards to reading more. I am from another site that I think I just left, you have seduced me away!! lol

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OMG! πŸ˜‰
glad you liked it, there's plenty more where that came from lol

Alison x


Shape-shifting (posted on: 19-03-12)
what can I say? I suppose it is a poem of rebellion against man's arrogance and a deep love of the natural world.

There is greenery in my thoughts and thanksgiving in my roots. I never could divorce myself from nature. Trees hold a special place and their voice is never hidden, never anything other than true. How could I not love creation? Devoid as it is of insincerity. Would that people would become more primitive. Seems like the sophistication of the species has opened the portal to greed, self serviance, 'one upmanship' and other follies. Let me live as an animal all my days. Obeying my nature, pure... I tried the way of the uprights and it sickened me. Totally.
Archived comments for Shape-shifting
Andrea on 19-03-2012
Shape-shifting
Couldn't be written by anyone else πŸ™‚ Great stuff!

Author's Reply:
Aye, there's not many of my likes about. I think I told you already that I said to my mum that they broke the mould after I was born and she said it was she wot broke it! ;-(
Alison x

sunken on 19-03-2012
Shape-shifting
Hello Ms. Wolf of the Storm persuasion. I met an arrogant man on Saturday in B and Q. He was working on the till. He just kept saying how great he was at adding up and shit. I wasn't impressed at all. I used to be a checkout girl and I'm only too aware that one does not need to be proficient in maths to hold such a position. Lipstick and eyeshadow is all that's required if I remember rightly. That said, my manager was a bit weird. Perhaps I was duped. Either way, he was a very arrogant man. I shall shop elsewhere for my antique white satin finish emulsion in future. Just saying is all. This was an experimental comment by the way. I feel it was far less successful than your experimental poem. I hope this has helped. Hello? Ms. Wolf? Ahem. I'm doing my best. I really am.

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magnetic north, meet magnetic sout.... Come back!

Author's Reply:
Some of these till workers think they are Archie. Even worse the ones who wear walkie talkies as though they are in the FBI.
You showed 'em Sunks, you showed 'em.
Alison x

Leila on 19-03-2012
Shape-shifting
Nice opening line and I too am a lover of trees, they often get a mention in my writing too, as Andrea said couldn't be written by anyone else, you are the soulful voice of nature...Leila x

Author's Reply:
Thanks so much leila. I must say that trees are very dear to me and I have no problem seeing them as having personalities. I have written many poems about them and I could never live in a land without them.
When I stayed in the country, my house had fields as far as the eye could see in every direction....but my acre of land had many mature treees and so I was never lonely, not once. In actual fact, I felt surrounded by love.
Alison x

orangedream on 20-03-2012
Shape-shifting
Alison, I could so identify with this. We have a lovely old and gnarled willow on our land, plus some younger, rather more stately silver-birches.

A beautiful poem, indeed;-)

Tina

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Hi Tina
Glad you could identify πŸ˜‰ Aren't trees just wonderful.
Alison x

Ionicus on 20-03-2012
Shape-shifting
I too am a lover of nature. Does that exempt me from being an arrogant man?
Nice experiment BTW.

Luigi x

Author's Reply:
Yes, nature lovers are exempt! πŸ˜‰
Alison x

ChairmanWow on 22-03-2012
Shape-shifting
Yes humans are the only mammals that stand upright and pay for it with back problems. Over sophistication will be the death of us all. Simplify now is my motto.

Ralph

Author's Reply:
Indeed! Thanks for commenting.
Alison x

teifii on 24-03-2012
Shape-shifting
There is greenery in my thoughts
and thanksgiving in my roots. Lovely couplet by itself.

Couldn't agree more about trees.

Author's Reply:
Hi Daf
Thanks very much. I think we share a love of dogs as well πŸ˜‰
Alison x

cooky on 31-03-2012
Shape-shifting
excellent write and thought provoking poetry. My kind of poetry

Author's Reply:
Hello Cooky
Glad you liked this little foray into my psyche πŸ˜‰
Alison x
thanks for the rating too!

Alphadog1 on 15-04-2012