Olenkamajka opened this issue on Jan 31, 2005 ยท 8 posts
Olenkamajka posted Mon, 31 January 2005 at 1:28 AM
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Come to me... ] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come to me, in Spring. Be dressed in a silken, feathery, snowy gown. Bring with cold fingers your ebony hair with pearls of dew,sparkling in the gold rays of the mornig sun. Come to me beloved, in Summer. With a flower's song, and a morning birds whispering. Lay down on the rainbow of my meadow. Come to me my darling, in Autumn. With a richness of passion, wrapped with the doleful cry of cranes, flying to grey depths of the sky... smelling of flowers, which the frost bleeds. Come to me, dear, in Winter When this sleepy time, will hold me in its arms. Then put your palms with the musty smell on me.,,, My Ghostly Death. copyright by Olenkamajka Edmonton, Canada 2004
jstro posted Mon, 31 January 2005 at 3:28 PM
I like this a lot. Has a very nice flow and haunting feel to it. jon
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Olenkamajka posted Mon, 31 January 2005 at 3:32 PM
Thank you...
tjames posted Sat, 05 February 2005 at 3:58 AM
It's a little confusing who the speaker is...I think its nature or a landscape, but then who's the one coming?
Olenkamajka posted Sun, 06 February 2005 at 9:33 PM
No, it is no nature...it ia me....I am talking to Mrs Death, you did not understend this poem...This poem got Award in Poland, Chicago ...but I thamk you for your opinion, Ola
Olenkamajka posted Sun, 06 February 2005 at 9:34 PM
No, it is no nature...it is me....I am talking to Mrs.Death, you did not understend this poem...This poem got Award in Poland, Chicago ...but I thamk you for your opinion, Ola
tjames posted Sun, 06 February 2005 at 9:59 PM
You don't refer to death until the last line. It made the connection between what was being spoken to and who the speaker was more confusing.
Olenkamajka posted Sun, 06 February 2005 at 10:49 PM
yes...until last line, and if in poem is more ????...poem is more hard to enadertand, this way as a poet you force a reader to think, what is about in your poem, waht you have to say and what is in your heart. The last line uncover who is that person, or what abuot is poem , is giving to you a clue...