Peter Pans in Ever-land

There was a time when
Forever was an easy thing to say
when the leaves were luscious
promises of another day
and we inhaled the air with
elastin lungs and hungry tongues
That flourished in a bloom
on our tastebuds

Then, darkness was faraway
and we were Peter Pans in ever-land
dancing bodies, glasses in our
tingling hands of dawn
galaxies of surreal mist
and twirling bliss with electricity
we kissed, and licked vitality
from our fingers

Now, autumn dresses us
in garlands of her withered leaves
with crows descending to our place
and we are faced with fears
and bitter flavours –
Sometimes the aftertaste of life is
a smouldering amber
But we must remember
It is not winter

Yet

Artwork by Pierre Schmidt

82 thoughts on “Peter Pans in Ever-land

      1. If you’re doing these phenomenal things from something that was even slightly derived from my work, I may have something to be proud of. ๐Ÿค—

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  1. We all worry about the coming of relationship’s winter and the distance between forever and the present looking outward towards another season’s end. Really enjoyed the flow of this, especially the assonance in the second verse, like a smooth drink. Also enjoyed the imagery and personification. Really well done.

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  2. Oh how lovely it is change of seasons can engulf us with awe forever.

    Such a poem does that awe justice- how we ought to revel in the beauty of today for when winter comes things will wither.

    Iโ€™m so happy to have read this today. I needed it.

    Keep living my friend.

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    1. Awww I hope you are ok… I love the way you read and interpret my poems. Thank you so much Alexander, I really appreciate it. Keep the chills away my friend, coffee and chocolate are always warming ๐Ÿ˜‰

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      1. Ha!!! Well, how can I respond to this…. if I had a fountain of words, I would give them to you every day! But, sadly, the fountain does produce a lot, but sometimes itโ€™s more quantity than quality and I wouldnโ€™t want to burden anyone with that! The chocolate and automatic coffee machine, well, I have both of these… (I found a choc fountain in a charity shop once and couldnโ€™t resist buying it…).

        You really are so kind about my work. You have no idea how much it means.

        Thank you. ๐Ÿ’™

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      1. That, my friend, is the kindest compliment you could give this old gal…and just when I needed a bit of encouragement today. ๐Ÿ’— so thank you!

        I like in this piece how you use structureโ€”and it does flow like โ€œa smooth drinkโ€โ€”lovely image there. All of it ๐Ÿ™‚ well done! Do keep sharing ๐Ÿงšโ€โ™€๏ธ

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      2. Oh, I am so happy to be likened to a smooth drinkโ€ฆ. whether it be of the relaxing, soothing or energy inducing variety! Twice in one post, best compliment ever!!! Thank you my friend, i hope your day/evening is a good one! ๐Ÿ’™

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  3. Oh, I am so happy to be likened to a smooth drink…. whether it be of the relaxing, soothing or energy inducing variety! Twice in one post, best compliment ever!!! Thank you my friend, i hope your day/evening is a good one! ๐Ÿ’™

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  4. “and we were Peter Pans in ever-land
    dancing bodies, glasses in our
    tingling hands of dawn
    galaxies of surreal mist”

    This. Is. So. Amazing! I really love the visuals and the emotions in these stanzas and…just wow!

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    1. Oh, thatโ€™s a wow comment – thank you, you have made my day. On the days I feel like I might stop writing, it really is people like you who make all the difference. Thank you so much, so very kind.

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  5. These lines are gold:

    “Forever was an easy thing to say
    when the leaves were lusc-
    -ious promises of another day”

    A sense of how things we’re back in the days happy and just living the moment.
    As we grow older the promises of before become different to now.

    At least this is my interpretation of your work. Beautifully expressed and your talent and gift of writing is truly brilliant and from the heart.

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    1. Your interpretation of this is perfect, just what I had in my mind – how as you grow older, the life stretching in front of you no longer seems endless or infinite, the promises of yesterday have less time to be fulfilled. Itโ€™s harder to be flippant…. but we should still enjoy the moments that we have.

      Thank you for such an insightful and lovely comment.

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    1. Thank you!! It is autumn here where I am, so while most on here are celebrating spring, I am lamenting winter chills and endings… Seasons seem to be full of metaphoric possibilities. So kind of you to leave this comment, thank you. ๐Ÿ’™

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      1. Ah, different seasons for different regions. Itโ€™s trying to become Spring but itโ€™s rather confused here, weather can be funny.๐Ÿ˜Š.
        Youโ€™re so welcome for the comment, a wonderful flow to your post indeed, beautifully written.๐ŸŒน

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  6. Amazing. Couldn’t have spoken to more parts of me if you’d tried.
    Loved the etherealness of your thoughts and emotions, and the nostalgia and almost an invisible thread of regret somewhere that you were afraid to articulate in plain words and so you wove it into the expression of your senses, all of which you addressed so beautifully.

    You ended on hope. Which I adore. And frankly crave, even in melancholy poetry.

    So many words and phrases that stood out to me as though I was supposed to see those only…if that makes sense.

    Hungry tongues, tingling hands, and licked vitality from our fingers….whew wee. Loved that.
    It’s like a labyrinth of memories over the seasons of life.

    So good,R

    ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ’œ

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    1. Ummm wow, I’m speechless. I’m pretty sure you saw and felt not just the words, but where my mind was at behind the words…. picking up all the little threads and clues and unravelling them in this incredible comment before me. Don’t get me started on regrets…. I know you’re not meant to have them, but… well, we’re not perfect right? And yes, I guess I am afraid to express that plainly….

      Seriously Fiery, I feel like you’ve read my life, not this poem. Geez, no point in trying to hide anything from you! But then, you are the kind of person that makes me (and others) not want to hide, to just, lay it all bare and own it.
      Sigh.

      Thank you for this, it’s a privilege to be read this way.
      XOXO ๐Ÿ’‹โค๏ธ

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      1. I have a little sixth sense when it comes to good poetry.
        I seem to know what was intended and it makes me like it more as i feel I see things deeper.

        It’s pretty hard to hide things from me. My tingling senses are like alarm bells!!

        I only say the truth honey, and I only speak this way about poetry when I enjoy it.

        Here, and with my writing I have to lay myself bare. It’s my sweet peace of mind and heart. I hope I inspire that in others ๐Ÿ’‹

        Many cuddles
        ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’‹๐Ÿ˜˜

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      2. You absolutely do inspire that, you give me the feeling that it’s ok to be all the parts:.. something that is an indescribable feeling of being seen that I deeply appreciate. I love it that you see these things, and feel them with your tingling senses.

        So many cuddles back ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’‹

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    1. Oh! Thank you. I am so struck and incredibly grateful for people’s insights and comments about this poem… It truly is the biggest gift to have people appreciate and encourage. I second guess everything I write so comments like yours mean so much. I’m just waiting for WP to send me some warning that I have too many drafts as mostly this is where my writing meets it’s ending..
      Thank you, your kind words mean a great deal.

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      1. Haha . I must have 50 drafts in my blog.
        And I am just like you. I don’t like most of my poetry. Then, I am shocked by the reaction and think maybe it wasn’t so bad.

        stay inspired.

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  7. I really loved this one, Rachel. The naivety of youth… believing that we have forever, until those green leaves start changing colors and drying up. Then, reality sets in and we realize that forever is only temporary in this life. So, we must enjoy what we have, while we have it. But I love that little glimmer of hope you added at the end.

    “But we must remember
    it is not winter
    yet”

    That feeling of bliss may fade a bit, but it doesn’t mean it’s over, or all is lost. There’s still time to enjoy what is left before Winter arrives. Really beautifully written, my friend. ๐Ÿ’•

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  8. Oh my GOD you wrote a Peter Pan piece too! And it’s ….. absolutely, utterly, sincerely …. breathtaking. Rachel how had I not seen this. These lines:

    and we inhaled the air with
    elastin lungs and hungry tongues
    That flourished in a bloom
    on our tastebuds

    we kissed, and licked vitality
    from our fingers

    Now, autumn dresses us
    in garlands of her withered leaves
    with crows descending to our place

    But we must remember
    It is not winter
    Yet

    (We just talked about winter, that awaiting sociopath!!!!)

    How do I begin to describe the way these lines make me feel? I… can’t. I’m almost speechless.

    This is so sensual. This is so gorgeous. This is so ethereal. This is primal and dizzying. How you combine such visceral desire with such delicacy is …. masterful.

    And also something … in that “yet”. A small dread. Oh Rachel. You are some kind of magic. โค

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    1. April… Your words… I am the one is speechless, because if YOU like my poem, and have this kind of reaction, then I can feel i have truly written something that I would want to write. I feel like breaking into a happy dance right about now, or reaching through the screen and giving you a hug.

      This poem, was one that just ‘arrived’ in my mind following a specific kind of feeling, that one where you have a very sudden reminder of the finite nature of life.

      Your appreciation of this makes me unbelievably happy. Thank you, thank you, thank you (sound familiar?)
      ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿงก

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      1. The pleasure… is truly mine. Please know that everything you write is truly worthy of being written. I am awe struck by your voice!

        Letโ€™s sit speechless together in the bewildering happiness of being seen and understood on a level that can not be seen or defined. We can pass intricately painted porcelain tea cups and antique tarot cards back and forth with lace gloved fingers and smile wordlessly like harlequins on ecstasy. โ˜•๏ธ๐Ÿ„๐Ÿ–ค

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