Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Burning

Loving
Watching
Hoping
Waiting
Breathing
Wanting
Needing
Aching
Quivering
Searching
Finding
Welcoming
Touching
Tasting
Knowing
Sharing
Feeling
Delighting
Yearning
Reaching
Yielding
Rejoicing
Loving

20 comments:

Agnes Mitchell said...

Wow! Amazing, beautiful poem!
I've been working so hard to put pen to paper lately. With all that's going on, it should be easier.
I think you've done an excellent job here. I really feel this. All of it.

Autumn Storm said...

Bless your gorgeous, generous, loving heart, Agnes, simply for being you!
and for this comment (wasn't sure about this one, am now :)

Trée said...

Sunshine, this may be your best poetry yet. It demands to be read aloud, almost sung aloud. The way it builds and builds and builds leading to loving is delightful. I could see uttering these words in many places. Candles optional. :-)

It's Magnificent A, just simply Magnificent. Must be a genetic gift you have. ;-)

isay said...

just came in autumn. your post is really amazing. you won't believe it but it has so much effect on me- well positively i should say and was trying to feel every word while reading it.

i am a okay, confuse, sad, tired but i am surviving. i hope you are having a nice day same with maria.

Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

Reading
Reading
Reading
Reading...

mergrl said...

beautiful Autumn, just beautiful (hugs)

Autumn Storm said...

Thank you, Isay! Wow!

Surviving is good, just hope the rest goes away, hugs.
Having a good day, thanks.

Autumn Storm said...

Jerk :-) Give my regards to Gabe;)

Autumn Storm said...

Thanks, Trace.
Hope its going fabulously there!

Autumn Storm said...

High praise, thank you most kindly, Trée, x
Like that you read it the way I do.

tsduff said...

Autumn, thank you for your poem. It is so beautiful and real. I personalize all of it, crazy in love as I am at the moment. :-) You certainly do have a way with the words you love.

Autumn Storm said...

Thanks so much, Terry.
George is a very lucky man :)

mergrl said...

checking in before I run down to my next test, hope you are having a wonderful day (hugs)

You are so talented Autumn, I just had to come back and read again :0)

Autumn Storm said...

Wonderful day, thanks.

Best of luck, can't wait to hear how the last two went, x

isay said...

autumn, I am going to cook now, still thinking of what to do with ground pork. i have lost weight by the way!

Autumn Storm said...

No recipes for you, think I've made a pork dish only 3-4 times - I did throw it in the oven once with peas, carrots, onions, 'bouillion' and bread crumbs (hmm, can't think what else, must have been more ingredients..) and it was wolfed down by M's dad, lol, maybe you'd best go for the tried and tested frikadelle ;)

Yey!, good for you,
though as you know, you didn't need to lose any weight in my opinion :)

isay said...

i didn't know you will answer right away but i made some krebinetter and just like what you have suggested made some carrots, peas, fried onions on the side and potatoes. finished eating a while ago. tough days this week. my f in law is having 3 receptions for his birthday. he is so nice to me that i have to be there....

i have to rest my eyes, my head and body now -i have not been sleeping. by the way, i have posted something.....

night night both of you!

Autumn Storm said...

Will be right over to check that out...
Sleep tight, x

Trée said...

I have just one word: YES. Can you hear the breakers? Smell freedom, desire, pure and simple? Feel the wood under foot, creaking in the wind, hair flowing, my hands on your shoulders. You know. And I take you within, warm, tight, sweating, breathing, lips tight with exchange, tongues dancing in the moonlight. Yes, you know. A passion shared between two alone, male and female, understood singular as Hereford cream in tea. And in the morning, a smile rendered on the sheets of warmth given and taken, of salt on the tongue and coffee in the air, of laughter exchanged without ledger or incubus. Of eyes a gleam in light within, shinny of joy dreamth, not of broom ascended in imagination. I do love you my Sweetest One. :-)

Autumn Storm said...

:-)
I love you for your open arms, for 10pms and forehead kisses, the bridge and so many other special gifts that you have so gladly given, for the way you always wade through tears and help the smile to surface, the giggles that echo as loudly years later, for the hold you place on your laugh when recording, the books you never finish, for the way you look at the world and the way that you express what you see, for being so giving, for knowing what is important, for everything that I learn about you, for all that you are, for your sense of fun and silliness, for the wideness of your smile and the way you love the people (and animals) in your life, and life and how you always see the beauty and the blessings within it, even when faced with the not so, for bravo and for the story, for everything in the story from Ceru to Von to Rog to Yul to Papa to Kyra to Kieran to them all and how the beauty of your heart, mind and soul shines so clearly from within each of them, and from your artwork, for your wit, for your knowledge, for your curiosity, for your wish to grow, for your generosity, for the wideness of your infectious smile, for #1 great blessing that it is, for eggs, the cottage, coffee, eclairs, sunshine, your hands, the road, firefly, all the wild horses, the arrivals gate at Heathrow, to name but a few, for making my world as I look upon it that much more beautiful, for the warmth that I feel to think of you, for always being so incredibly sweet. Poppet, through and through. Just the tip of the iceberg moreover. Mostly I love you for being you.