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abundance, Elaine Stirling, Law of Attraction, love poetry, new love, relationships, romance, sensuality, vibrational reality
I know a love
that doesn’t show
or force his hand
who lifts this weighted
heart to kiss as if
it were a hummingbird
then sets me down
to go my way,
a muscled love
that rises like the mist
across a mountain lake
and feeds the texture
of my dreams with vast
realities to which I wake
and find the evidence
beside me, ever-growing,
in the shape, the touch
and smile, thrust of you.
~~~
© Elaine Stirling, 2013
Oceantics 
A poem this dreamlike I think can only come from a real experience. I’m thinking a couple of really lucky people are involved here. In any event it is a very powerful love poem that delivers to the head, the heart and the, ermh, those thusting parts. Wonderful!
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Thanks, Russel. Yes, things are much easier to write about when they are true…and yet, all begins with what we’re capable of imagining.
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I enjoyed the poem but love the photograph most of all: the gentle ‘V’ of the forested hills drawing the eye to the center where that cloud beckons/awaits like the Mother Ship, yet more than even all that I love the tiny tip of the oar that subtly reminds us that it is our own volition that gets us from here to there.
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Holy moly, John, I’m stammering here, as my photography is accidental, at best, and you are an artist/craftsman. Thank you so much for seeing what the lens picked up while I spun in the middle of the lake, mostly rowing awkwardly. It did feel like the right picture at the right time for this poem, and I thank you for your generous comment.
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