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Guidance
When I’m floundering fixedly on facing fears; fully aware of my shortcomings, I find you pointing proudly in the direction that I should go. Don’t you know that if I go, I go with the knowledge that I am not enough out there on my own? My needs are not necessarily manifold, but many are they and they won’t go away without first feeding that part of me which hungers for your staunch support; stepping in line with me.
So when you point, please don’t point with those elegant finely forbidding fingers. Instead, firmly hold my hand, grasp it lovingly and lead me along the path where the bluebells grow, dancing in freshly fallen snow, in the chill wind of April’s noon-day sun.
~mew
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I so love getting these little jewels of yours.
Your prose is so delightful my friend!
Magnifique!🌷💞
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Lady G, thanks so much. I love writing these little jewels for my jewellery connoisseurs! XxX
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And I do so love fine gems!
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It wouldn’t surprise me if fine gems loved you too …
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You so sweet🌹
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Yes I know. I just can’t help it! LOL!!!
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It’s synonymous to “When I want someone to listen to me and they keep on talking” sometimes you just want someone to listen and knowing no matter how wrong you are, they’ll still receive you the same way. Great post
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As usual Tareau, you are spot on with your comments. Thanks so much!
BTW, this reminds me, it’s about time I looked in on you. 🙂
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Well I try to understand poetry completely. I feel with poems, there’s always a message that I don’t see, even when I do write it. Interpretations can get lost in translation. It’s awesome because you can never tell someone’s true emotion when writing because theoretically it’s all words. It’s up to your brain to decipher everything.
Example: As I write this comment I am actually lying down being lazy. But you would never picture someone being lazy when responding. Crazy huh?
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Well I don’t know about that! :)) I can picture you doing just that!
Yes poetry is very much open to interpretation as you correctly observe. I like it when poetry is not too complex and you don’t have to try too hard to work out what the author/poet is trying to say, and even then, that sometimes can be something very different even when you think you know what they are trying to say. Byron wrote a poem about a drunken night out, I think in Italy, and most people think it is an intimate romantic poem mourning the loss of a loved one. Go figure! I will try and dig it out for you and send you the link to see your take on it.
I am sitting up in bed, one eye on the tv and another on my notifications. Did that enter your mind when I responded just now?? LOL
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Lmfao yea that’s the beauty of the Internet. You can be in a board meeting, on the plane, at a restaurant, hell even on the toilet (hahahahaha). That’s the anonymity it creates.
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I do so wish you hadn’t mentioned the toilet Tareau. Far too much information while I’m eating brunch!!! LOL
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Lmfao sorry but it’s the truth the Internet gives people that avatar of their pictures. We don’t know what they are doing on the other side. I’m sorry to ruin your brunch. When you make it to San Francisco I’ll take you to the best brunch place here
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OK all is forgiven. It was only sausages anyway …. haha
I’ll try to come next year – start savin’ up. I have a big appetite …
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Hahaha ok
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Tareau, this is the poem I was talking about earlier today by Lord Byron. It is actually about a drunken night out. You wouldn’t think so if you read it, would you. I certainly didn’t!
So we’ll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart still be as loving,
And the moon still be as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul outwears the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
George Gordon Byron
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Excellent that is the perfect example
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Absolutely!! 🙂
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Hi Tareau and Marie,
Perhaps Byron was indeed quite drunk when he wrote the poem about a drunken night out. 😉
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I agree with Lady G! These are jewels!
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Thank you JD. You are too kind! 🙂
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The poem is a plea for recognition of the speaker’s all too human limitations, reassurance, and gentle non-judgmental guidance from a friend or loved one. We all face situations in life that feel overwhelming, so can readily imagine ourselves in the speaker’s shoes.
Clearly, the speaker is feeling unsure. Her supposed flaws loom large. That suggests the matter has great significance to her. The reader does not though come away with the same opinion the speaker has of herself. She describes herself as “not enough” out there on her own, while the very language of the poem betrays her intelligence.
It is the support of a friend or loved one the speaker needs to bolster her confidence. Nothing else is lacking.
The final image is a hopeful one. There is a path where the bluebells grow, and – one way or another – the speaker will find it.
Lovely, Marie! ❤
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What a lovely comment! Thank you so much for your kind words and therein the validation of worthiness.
You always write such a wonderful critique, it is humbling, Anna.
xXx
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You are obviously misguided…but in a good way (LOL). Seriously, the poem didn’t need any validation from me or anyone else. I actually did look up bluebells though. You won’t believe this. They are symbols of humility?! Between the two of us, we have more than our share of that virtue. :)))
I think you write from a deep place, Sam. Some of that is conscious. You’re clearly a fine wordsmith. But some, I’m guessing, is unconscious. That gives your poetry a universal quality. Poetry has that ability to serve as a mirror. Readers suddenly catch sight of some aspect of themselves or their world they have never been able to express, though they may have felt it many times.
And for that we mere mortals have poets to thank! ❤ ❤ ❤
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Anna, you are far too kind and far too humble for your own good! :))
Well blow me down with a feather! Bluebells are a symbol of humility? wow! And I wrote that from a place deep in my soul – subliminal huh?
Thanks for your comments. I am truly blessed to be in the company of such a virtuous woman. LOL XxX
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Beautiful piece Marie! I love the turns of phrase in this piece! We all need guidance sometimes =D
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Thank you Darryl. On another note, you are not also known as Dwight are you? I’ll explain why if you are not next time. 🙂
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Please explain. I cannot handle suspense. I am not, and have never been, known as Dwight lol
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Something I read on Dr Garland’s latest post on Thanksgiving. She referred to someone called Dwight, and you in a comment said: “Thanks for the shout-out!”, so I put 2+2 together and got 5!!! 🙂
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Lol, that’s her husband! Hahaha
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Trust me to bark up the wrong tree! hahahaha
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This sounds like it could be a prayer request made to God! Well done…alliteration and all!
🙂
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Why thank you kindly, Steve! Yes on reflection it sounds just like that! How clever of you to spot this? Not just a pretty face huh…? 🙂
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Well, not sure of the “pretty face” any longer…getting too old too fast! You are very welcome, Marie. It just started to sound like a prayer the more I read it…
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Pretty faces fade, but a beautiful soul is eternal. Yes, I’m inclined to agree that it sounds like a prayer …
And age is what it is – imagine if there was only ever youth? We would have no wise old souls … We need those more and more these days …
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I agree with you completely! We need wiser “heads” to prevail these days and in every generation which the world sees. This comes with life experience and maturity. It is the way God has set things up on this earth.
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