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Sunday, 16 January 2011

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a soil veined with longing
her blood is milk-white and filled
with birds
stirring/with a sound like a last-breath
her thighs sobbing
she wakes and waits
her breath licks the window-glass
but still his face does not appear
Posted by char at 01:16
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27 comments:

  1. none17 January 2011 at 04:28

    Wonderful blog you have here! I'd like to say, thank you for visiting mine.

    These words carry such beautiful sadness, graceful, too, I should say. True poetry, especially the image of breath being "milk-white" and "filled with birds."

    :-)

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  2. Athena.17 January 2011 at 04:48

    Been missing your words, like a heavy nostalgia. These words, phrases; arranged so intricately, are incredibly powerful: I can feel the longing like the sun; fiercer than a lion.
    I hope all is well, dear C.
    Lots and lots of love, always: xxx

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  3. Anonymous17 January 2011 at 05:06

    Knocked the breath out of me. x

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  4. Casie Jean17 January 2011 at 06:29

    thank you for your lovely comment!
    I was pretty sure I already followed you, but am so happy to be visiting your blog again, your words and images are awe inspiring. "her thighs sobbing" evokes so many interesting images. x...x
    Casie Jean

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  5. Joanna17 January 2011 at 07:30

    Wow. Again, you have my attention from the moment I step into your world. This was such a beautiful, poetic, mysterious piece. I love the way you weave your imagery, with such a silky, seamless manner. Never stop writing <3 xxxx

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  6. Ariana17 January 2011 at 07:42

    Dreamy, wistful, like out of a Victorian novella. xx

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  7. Jhordyn Ashley17 January 2011 at 07:45

    Oh my, this is simply stunning dear! You have such lovely words.

    xx and hugs

    Jhordyn

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  8. Julia17 January 2011 at 13:08

    this is amazing.

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  9. Anonymous17 January 2011 at 15:54

    Such lovely words. x

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  10. Anonymous17 January 2011 at 16:21

    such longing.
    i love this.

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  11. Melee17 January 2011 at 19:18

    Such a delicate, yet passionate, yearning is portrayed in this! It is ever so beauteous.

    And I was wondering, since you love North and South, have you ever seen Cranford or Wives and Daughters? Those are two other Elizabeth Gaskell novels BBC did adaptations of which I love. :)

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  12. Candice17 January 2011 at 20:37

    Hello lovely Char! I've missed you too! :) Hope life is treating you splendidly! Love the carefully crafted words in this post; you're so creative! xoxo

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  13. Emily's Moose - Karolina Kubikowska18 January 2011 at 01:22

    Thank you for the very kind words. I was wondering how you are just yesterday.. I'm glad I haven't been forgotten and that my words finally reached you there, somewhere on the other side of the world. I am waiting for your reply impatiently, dear friend.

    love
    K

    ps wish me luck in my art history exams this week!

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  14. Unknown18 January 2011 at 01:30

    "her blood is milk-white and filled
    with birds"
    Most enchanting and imaginative words! Your writing is wonderful.

    Thankyou for your comment, you are so kind. I have seen the movie Bright Stat, its how I find out and fell in love with the poet, he is my favourite, ever ever ever.

    That scene you like is beautiful:)

    xx Carina

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  15. Anonymous18 January 2011 at 13:59

    My darling Char, I have missed you.
    Your words are beautiful as always.
    I was thinking about you, so I wrote you a letter last week. I hope you got my letter. I like that you thought about me too.
    I love you.


    LOVE!

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  16. Miles Of Style18 January 2011 at 22:27

    absolutely vivid and touching!! love your verses!!

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  17. Belle Armed19 January 2011 at 09:18

    Wow. Your writing is spectacular.

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  18. Caroline Ergy Erg20 January 2011 at 07:37

    Stunning, you come up with the most lovely things! I also wish i could wear flowers in my hair everyday like in the photo.
    Thank you also for your lovely comment about my collars, it was so very encouraging too :)
    Hope you carry on posting your lovely thoughts.
    xxxxxxxxxxx

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  19. Felix Curds23 January 2011 at 06:30

    this is wintry, chilling...

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  20. Anonymous26 January 2011 at 10:27

    beautiful text and that photo is wonderful!

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  21. heleen29 January 2011 at 14:00

    Beautiful description of that elusive feeling of longing. I adore "her breath licks the window-glass", how much I can relate to that!

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  22. Emily30 January 2011 at 05:13

    Hey! I just wanted to say your comment made my day :) and i have to agree my friend, seems like we do have a lot in common YAY maybe someday we will meet and be the best of friends haha.
    And yes Edward Sharpe was even better live, he was the best!
    I really enjoy your blog its very pretty.
    Thank you yet again for your kind words!
    xx

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  23. Emily's Moose - Karolina Kubikowska12 February 2011 at 07:06

    Oh I'm so happy you got it! Incredible. After all this time! :)

    <3
    K

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  24. m.14 February 2011 at 15:15

    i have missed your words.
    they are magical as always.
    xox

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  25. Ever3 March 2011 at 18:41

    Incredible...

    ps: I have given you an award in my latest post, dear. I do hope you like it :)
    xxx

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  26. Anonymous10 March 2011 at 16:44

    Dear Char, I never before noticed that I am on your list of blogs. Thank you very much. I have likewise added you to mine. Your beautiful blog always leaves me wondering and starry-tongued. x

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  27. Anonymous12 March 2011 at 14:29

    love your blog!

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