missed
WOW.. I WENT TO DANILO LEJARDI’S SITE .. His invitation to Interpret his work MISSED TOUCH 
was thrilling. I just so happen to have this song on as well..
Both are in the poem..
Thanks to
Des’ree, You Gotta Be..
missed belongs to the following groups:
"Poetry and Beautiful Women" , Parallel Dimensions, The beauty of poetry, THE SISTERHOOD, Up & Coming Writers, Vibration in Art and Verse - VAVoom! and Writing: Persuing HappinessWhen I approach your gnarled precepts..
like webs of killer smiles
you let me go
you said no
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bits of your boyhood came rushing in
almost touched
almost calm
I’ll be carefree and let you see
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Baby, it’s only me.
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tanks of metal sighs
quintessential Goodbyes
All arriving at one conclusion
you need the spiders delusion
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deep longing has called the boy missed
feather lace and leather fingertips
Almost Touched
Almost calm
I’ll be carefree and let you see
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Baby it’s only me.
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Missed.
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Linaji 2009
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Scott d'Almeida
sweet excellent
linaji replied
thanks so much Scott!! your work and Dani’s inspire!
bill bell
Ah, that’s cool Lina, a little bit of an ache to it.
linaji replied
yes Bill.. a tad of a spiders ache..xx
jacqleen
wowwwwwwwww….....I loveeeeeeeee the piece that Danilo did…...and your take on it is just FANTASTIC :)))
Great sensual writing :))) xx
linaji replied
Isn’t he amazing as a story teller.. all in one frame.. I could look at his work for a very long time and still see more!! thank you Jacqleen.. sensual subjects to feel.
Nascha
Very achey Lina….always heartfully presented. xx
linaji replied
Jane.. you and our aches.. sigh.. loving you.
Lisa Jewell
Sublime imagery….
A web has been weaved about my mind ending around my heart….I exhale a sigh…
So palatable and haunting..xxxx
linaji replied
hello my darling..felt so good to write for me…. teehe.. I am feeling good today.. always on the day of the post.. I get a rush!! and you here is so fine..and wonderful.. thanks for such a lovely comment darling… it feels like a bit of the rub..yet a bit of the truth.. and a bit of the sigh…xoxox
linaji replied
‘it’ meaning the poem I just wrote!! yikes!
Danilo Lejardi
Wow; I´m still under a shock. Your gesture has gone beyond my imagination. You´ve always said that I had the power of digging into your mind and your feelings. Now you´ve paid me back with the same coin. Only that I consider your poem to surpass any imaginable image_ mmm, that sounded a bit weird but I guess you understand me. Thanks from the heart; I´ll always remember this precious moment.
linaji replied
I would love to post your image.. you do me a great Honor.. I so love your work.. Inspired and delivered by our connection.. yes indeed.. I shall use this in a special part of our blog in a couple weeks Danilo!! This work of yours hit me right inside my heART and my Soul! xxx
Vicki Ferrari
Again, thank YOU Lina!! :))
linaji replied
hugs dear Vicki.. just love your energy!!
kjgordon
keiki kj
linaji replied
ok.. xox
Keith Reesor
Excellent collaboration of expression!! :)
linaji replied
ouuhhh I like very much this comment!!
RosaCobos
I have read it twice.
Once the other day.
It travelled without resonance. Soul is gripped many times by shades of darkness.
And then, have done it today.
Words came with a clear meaning.
Then, I have stopped for a moment, for I remember this pic, having done my commenting.
A clue is there, to touch ot not to touched.
I relate to the dreaming boy…I feel I am there, more than in her eyes, her hesitant touch.
I had seen her as a menace..
I see him as a dream of delusion.
I see your writing as a dance of closeness…stepping along desires, forgetting about desires, fearing desires. Not desiring to wake the “animus” of the submerged desires.
Rosa (you “freewheeling woman”. a hug)
linaji replied
for me it is the plea of the lover to the loved who is not to be loved like she desires. she is hoping someday the lover will feel the missing of his own soul.. the one she represents.. she is his soul.. and even though one does not loose the soul..ever!! One sometimes does choose to stay disconnected for a very long time till death where we meet up wit all that we are.. What a joy that is.. so ‘she’ is only a menace to his denial..xoxox which in one quick connection will be truly destroyed full upon his ‘knowing of his ‘self’.xxxx
RosaCobos
For once.. may be….
The night has engendered the Woman,
outside of a dreaming Man.
Quite biblical… that dreaming of Anima…
coming from the Adam’s rib.
Yes…out of that external, all powerfull God…the Woman is coming out of his groins, elevating a fume of flesh and spirit, reflecting both in a mirage of mirrors, as if tri-dimensioning the meeting.
But it is not…..there is a reluctancy, for it seems that the roles might or are already been inverted. The passive Woman….Anima turned into an active luring soul… while the active Man, sleeping the dreams of the Anima, submmited to the earth’s gravity.
More a dissolution than a mating… more an splitting love than a reunion.
And there…. it seems you have created a conversation, the evidences are not so simple…the imagining is creating patterns or relationships..and in this role you have aligned yourself with the Anima….she, dreaming and re-birthing his Animus, not even for a single moment , realizing that what she is is laying there, in slumber, disconnected from her desires and having had created her from hidden thoughts that she is calling..”gnarled concepts”.
Wow…this seems incredible exciting….
we could create an advisors team for some theatre players writters, or movies scripts….what a team of crazy “witches”!!!!!
A hug and more.
Rosa
linaji
I bow.. your words and ideas my dearest Sister Witch.. go straight to my Soul!! xxxxxxx