by Nicky Goodman
Monday, November 24, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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She needs you, the you
behind my eyelids,
she told me so
and wandered off
with making things
from colours collected
in the garden; homespun string,
driftwood, old milk cartons;
fingers busy, looking up
occasionally to check
if I am thinking – I
told you, her eyes say,
don't say I didn't because I did,
glancing over the smoke rings
which might read my mind,
those eyes saying you're
going to get distracted,
and focused, or unfocused, you'll leave
and forget, like you always do,
the I need you, she told me.
The Ink Blot
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|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|So much said and unsaid in the warp and weave of this one, Nicky. The busy preoccupation with "quiet things" belies the loud emotional traffic, sirens blazing, that is going on between two intricately-linked minds and souls. Silence can be golden. It can equally be laden, as here. Inferred need can be the most taxing because you can never be sure you are acquitted or the recipeint requited. You deal with a tangled situation with clarity, vigour and strength here. Great resilience! :)) Thank you, xx|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|I know someone so like this; you've grabbe me by the soul, Nicky. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|A heart touching and thought provoking write Nicky.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This is heartwrenching and filled with the emotion of a child speaking through a mother...both intense and questioning...
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
There is a lingering sense of poignancy in your lines ... beautifully illustrated sadness in verse.
"... you'll leave
and forget like you always do ..." Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.