Self-portrait, Nevine Sultan
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first “Distillation” poem.
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You said,
I’m sorry if I don’t
always cry with you.
I said,
You’re just lucky you
don’t
always cry, My Ghost.
You said,
Or I’m just unlucky
I don’t cry.
But…
Sometimes you do cry, My Ghost
not from sadness, but from joy.
And though you hide your tears from me,
I always feel them in my throat.
And I come to you so quietly,
knowing you hate too much noise.
27 comments:
A few words can carry so much weight, Nevine. I really like the self portrait, too.
The wonderful thing about poetry, and yours in particular, is how it distills an experience to its essence. This poem does so with an emotional punch that eases in with stealth and then clobbers. It is always a pleasure to explore your world through your poetry.
Thank you, Martin. I appreciate, always, your take on my work.
The way you wrote this comment was poetry to me, Judy. Thank you for such a profound response to a writing so dear to my heart.
Such a simple act seems so profound in your poetry, Nevine. Is that teh function of poetry -- to raise the mundane to the sublime? Perhaps, yes.
Joy always,
Susan
excellent piece! i adore it!
it's quietly sinking in. and i'm haunted.
you're so beautifully expressing your feelings and emotions, my sweet friend. your brilliant poetry always move me deeply and lead me to new insights.
everyone has their ghosts (?)..the ghost, the other self...
big hugs my dearest nevine!
xoxo
have a great week ahead!
p.s. i always appreciate your wonderful comments on my blog. i do really appreciate you!
Susan Deborah comment I'll take further: Poetry--like music, art, etc.,--has as its mission, to raise the life experiences of humanity from existence-mundane to sublime.
Your work, including that 'neat-o' self-portrait, does this, Nevine, whether topics are world economy or bedroom antics of grasshoppers. You LIFT US UP to a place closer to what really matters--LOVE! My opinion.
My ghost won't admit it, but he looks just like me--grin!
Always!
Steve
This is so quiet, it feels like a big intrusion to say anything. Our Ghosts, who love silence so much, are happy in these hushed sharings.
...traigo
ecos
de
la
tarde
callada
en
la
mano
y
una
vela
de
mi
corazón
para
invitarte
y
darte
este
alma
que
viene
para
compartir
contigo
tu
bello
blog
con
un
ramillete
de
oro
y
claveles
dentro...
desde mis
HORAS ROTAS
Y AULA DE PAZ
COMPARTIENDO ILUSION
NEVINE
CON saludos de la luna al
reflejarse en el mar de la
poesía...
ESPERO SEAN DE VUESTRO AGRADO EL POST POETIZADO DE THE ARTIST, TITANIC SIÉNTEME DE CRIADAS Y SEÑORAS, FLOR DE PASCUA ENEMIGOS PUBLICOS HÁLITO DESAYUNO CON DIAMANTES TIFÓN PULP FICTION, ESTALLIDO MAMMA MIA,JEAN EYRE , TOQUE DE CANELA, STAR WARS,
José
Ramón...
Well, maybe it is one of the functions of poetry. There are just too many functions to count. For me, poetry is like breath. I suppose that makes it quite indispensable. :-) Joy back to you, Susan.
Dearest Betty, you always seem to understand just what it is I mean to say. And yes, we do all have our ghosts, though we sometimes hide from them... and the opposite is also true. And... it is a pleasure for me to visit you when I am able... and to revel in the beauty of your thoughts and photos. Thank you, my dear. And big hugs back to you!
Oh, love. Yes! It is what really matters, isn't it? And isn't it what we all strive for, in the end? To reach that level of love where we can be blind but still see that love as clearly as the light of day? Oh, and... our ghosts do always look just like us. Otherwise, they wouldn't be our ghosts now, would they? ;-) Thank you for your always thoughtful thoughts, Steve (not meaning to be redundant). I truly appreciate them.
You're so absolutely right, Adriana. Our ghosts do so cherish the silence, but sometimes they speak. And when my ghost speaks, I listen. So lovely to know your thoughts, Adriana. Thank you, my dear.
Jose Ramon, thank you for swinging by... and for leaving your trail. I hope you will enjoy your visits.
Coucou Nevine!
Je suis venue te lire dimanche soir et je t'avais laissé un commentaire que je ne vois pas!
J'espère que c'est Mr Bugspot qui l'a mangé et non pas parce que tu l'as trouvé déplacé.
Le fait est que j'étais très contente du résultats des élections et je disais tout simplement que mon "ghost" à moi pleurait aussi de joie (grâce aux résultats des élections)!
Ton poème est sublime, et comme toujours tu nous transportes dans tes jolis mondes (qui sont ou deviennent aussi les nôtres) de façon si merveilleusement imagée!
Merci ma belle de partager avec nous ces instants;o)
***
Gros BISOUS et BELLE fin de semaine****
ps: donne mon bonjour à ton chéri;o)
ps2: et dis-moi que tu n'es pas fâchée.
Coucou, ma belle!
J’ne suis pas du tout fâchée!!! Je n’ai pas trouvé de commentaire, et normalement, quand quelqu’un me laisse un commentaire ici, je reçois un email. J’ai pas trouvé d’emails avec des commentaires par toi, non plus. Donc, rien de déplacé ici, ma belle. Tu t’inquiètes beaucoup. ;-) Merci pour les jolis mots que tu as laissé sur le poème, ma belle amie. Bon écoute, on va au lac, aujourd’hui. Donc je passerai te rendre visite… demain. :-) À tant tôt!!! Bises bises!!!
Ah, ouf! C'est Mr Bugspot qui a encore joué les farceurs!
Me voilà rassurée;o)
J'espère que vous avez fait une merveilleuse promenade au lac en compagnie d'Erato et que tu en feras profiter bientôt;o)
***
Gros BISOUS et BEAU dimanche, ma belle****
ps: passe quand tu as envie, car c'est seulement dans ce cas que j'aurais grand plaisir à avoir ta visite;o)
Re-BISOUS;o)
Our specters dance with themselves... how else are we to know and be known by our totality?
i cannot love your work more. thank you.
wonderful!
well said, nevine...
brings to mind lightfoot's song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yr4xtE2HUek&feature=related
i'm back... new look, same old crap :O lol
J'ai toujours envie, ma belle Mildred! Merci, aussi, pour tes visites ici. Bises bises!!!
Thank you, Kim. The image of our specters dancing with themselves is quite powerful... and how they do dance! Thank you so much for your visit... and your words.
So good to see you back here, LW. I'll swing by and see your new look soon. Thanks so much for swinging by!
Nevine, I see this inner conversation and part of me wonders which is the dark side and which is the light side. And which one is crying really and which one is laughing and which one is feeling the joy.
I get such a sense of tenderness but I'm wondering if there's something sinister going on too. Like when we lie to ourselves or hurt ourselves and secretly rejoice because we think we deserve it. Maybe I'm being paranoid.
As always, I love your writing because it makes me think.
Jai
I feel that at a certain point, the lines blend, and darkness and light become one. I suppose that is when the person becomes integrated. Thanks for sharing your lovely thoughts, Jai. I really appreciate it!
...ciao dolce poetessa: sono d'accordo, la musica è sospiro per il cuore, quando la poesia ne è il respiro. E tu sei musica e poesia insieme. Come tenebra e luce insieme: l'eternità. Ed è qui che restano per sempre le parole musicate...grazie Nevine delle belle cose che scrivi..abbraccio...
Mille grazie, Sergio! :-)
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