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Have found immediacy, empty
touching mantra enchanting
positioning paleo lingual

pings asking attention, empty
mind state, concentrating
mental energy outward,
externalities inward,

who first?

Browning - visiting
ancient Etruscan

Faesulae, conquered
by Romans.

In Roman antiquity,
the seat, we see
of a famous school
of augurs and, every year,
twelve young men
were sent there
from Rome
to study the art of divination.

"Who listened
to the Legate's talk last week,
"And just as much they used
    to say
       in France...
"At any rate 'tis easy, all of it!"

How familiar are the settings,
put forth in dramatic monologue,
easy
feels familiar,
least among giants, seeing,
believing all available science,
in the time
of Raphael 'n'em,
who can yet recall
“Andrea del Sarto” though,
Browning gave him space,
to firm aspirations,
to make good,
be good producers,
selling life's sizzle,

most all sales trainers
   use one line, alone…
    common extension

To succeed one must believe,
verbally grasping will to sell
b to b marketing,
on the Mammonic
entrancement, please try
to grasp the nature of worth…
to a poet in the space we use,
for free
for your examined life… you knew

“Andrea del Sarto”
by Robert Browning
rates one precept,
out
of the anxious mind percept
whence comes
this common
inspiration, say this mountain moves. Say it in the name of Jesu
- on Earth, as it is, just so
Amen, Browning was a master…
"Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for? "
My AI knew, so I know, too, for the use of ask any search engine, teams of seeking spiders all move mountains of information to inform us for the price
we pay in attention. Right now, Tom Campbell's name came to mind.
Immortality Jan 9
I chase stars
not to hold them
but to feel the burn
of hope
on my hands.

The sky was never
meant to be touched
only to be
reached
even when it
feels too far.
I want make my own destiny.... simple :)
Immortality Jan 9
I reach out,
but your warmth,
has already slipped away.
Moment we realise, the absence is louder than the presence ever was....
morningdew Sep 2024
Sun
The sun, It's bright
And warm
But like you,
It's out of my reach
and you
you standing there like the goddess
Aphrodite of Knidos
drawing the softest curves amidst lines that make my heart yearn
for even she
murmured

'where thou saw me naked?'

you rest
effortless
making man fall between your marble curves
a beauty holding centuries of thought and attempts to simply possess

you stand

free against the attempts of man
their meddling fingers so often confusing the way your hips dipped and your ******* crest

shattering all ideas of beauty in the way you smiled at me
between whispers of curtains

and idolatry
Aphrodite of Knidos is arguably one of the first depictions of the female form **** within classical sculptures (350BCE area)

One myth after Praxiteles finished the sculpture, Aphrodite commented on the piece, asking embarrassed where he has seen her naked bathing.
The sculpture has many commentaries, Pliny saying it was something to behold  not just of Praxiteles work, but the world's work in entirety.

the placement of her hand is of great contention, hiding/maintaining some form of modesty, while also drawing attention- further positioning her divinity and beauty.

Once again amazed by the artistry and story that goes into the depiction of the female form, something that can be caught as easily as water between fingers.
George Krokos Jan 2022
At times one has to go sideways before they can go forward
when attempting to reach that place they’re heading toward.
________
From 'Simple Observations' ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
Heaven can descend
down to the dust
reaching out
to a good heart.
Even the hell burns
doesn't want
the evil inside.
Shofi Ahmed Dec 2021
When I am over the moon
feels of a mo reaching for the stars.
The very moment I feel it the most
my toes are dipped in the dust.
StormriderIX Jun 2021
Silence echoes.
It reaches
       for you,
that sound of silence.
Let it reach.
             Let it echo.
                       Let me wonder.
What does silence
              sound
                       like?
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