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Jan 01, 2011

I AM AN OPEN BOOK

"I AM AN OPEN BOOK"
Margaret Ann Waddicor December 29th 2010.

I am an open book,
and yet behind the page,
between the lines
resides,
a deeper Ann.

And deeper still,
in pools so black and hard to see,
reflect there wisdom,
understood,
of all that interests me.

The cache of senses precious,
not hidden by the will,
stir in their nest so coveted,
when new ideas fill
their liquid rippled rings.

And make new bright connections,
that make her heart just sing.

Not bound and fixed in colours;
at the ready for a change,
to cover the full range of,
of what might be.

A break through for her mind,
to see beyond the murky dark
of ignorance, to be,
to claim intelligence
in knowing what to leak,
and what to speak.

Within that balance,
lie gifts of communication,
apart from family and friends;
how far to go with hidden information,
how to avoid the things
that could offend.

Ever on our guard we fence
our thoughts,
in fields of understanding new,
only the few can tell the difference,
between the vision and the art.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Comments

Beautifully expressed

Well written, easy to follow, good message.

Ann

yet another well crafted poem as i have come to relate with your other fine creative writes..

Wishing you and your beloveds a great New Year...

warmly..

Hi Ann

It is a fine line we tread - you speak the truth with eloquence and beauty.

Lovely poem

Love Mand xxxxxxx

OH and her is a ball I'll dance with you all.

And dancing into the Newest Year
the only one we have at the moment,
I don my glad rags and do a wild dance of thanks
for you all above,

so intoxicating your comments
I hope it doesn't turn my head,
and if it does that that is in a good direction!

I love you all, you are so positive to me,
and write so well yourselves,
that I am blessed to know you,
and communicate with you.

Rock on the year
and with good cheer
we'll meet again
as day meets day,
or is it night,
but anyway
we're here to have our fun
and new things are begun
so join me at this BALL
such decorations from you all,
you poetry adorns the walls
and me enthrals.

Takk from your friend Ann
in the palest greys and white of a snowbound Sunday,
the SW wind 'diagonalising' the weeping birch tree's
thinnest branches like the swaying of a curtain.
Waving to you all.

"can you teach the gift of communication to others?"

If I understand what you mean, then I say you either have it from birth,
or are lucky enough to have parents and teachers
who teach one how to respond to other people....I don't know the answer to this?

Love Ann.

Ann,

I love this verse;

The cache of senses precious,
not hidden by the will,
stir in their nest so coveted,
when new ideas fill
their liquid rippled rings.

to me this is truly a sense of ones self, in relation to the connection with others. because once we know ourselves. we need not judge, because what people say or do is not about us. but what they see in themself.
it's not easy to become undomesticated by the whispers of others, the freedom of recognizing what is and is not for us is truly the first gift we were given, "CHOICE"
thanks for sharing such a look into your thoughts. Wonderful!!
Eddie C.

the knowledge

she shared with me ,

its a trait of misery ,

she ordains for me

or is it?