James Marshall Goff Poet Dramatic Verse

Dreamtime: Flight of the Spirit

RARELY IN TIME
DO WE SEE WHAT BEHOLDS

I saw her standing there, sobbing uncontrollably
in heaving spasms...her nose crimson-raw,
her whole being convulsing against the
savage memory....replayed with every beat of her heart
...and nothing I could say or do

GLIMPSES OF SPACE
DEFILED, YET BOLD

I try to become part of the place with others,
but...they don't see me           I'm there,
I'm not there           I'm in a different place
.....they don't know me,
                   I'm allowed in, but
     ....not welcomed
they want me to keep following the path,
    I'm not ready....

BRIEFLY WE FIGHT
SURE OF OUR STAND

o precious rest
o merciful sleep
pray lift my soul
and free my dreams

LINGERING IN DEATH
FAILING TO LAND

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Joyce Johnson June 27, 2010 at 1:23 PM Congratulations on your win with this unique entry. Love, Joyce

Andrea Dietrich June 24, 2010 at 2:57 PM Very strong images. Congrats on your win! LUv, Andrea

Carol Sunshine Brown June 24, 2010 at 5:35 AM Congratulations James on your win in Nikko Palmario's contest "Your Snooze, You Choose". Love, Carol

Kabuteng P.Ink K. June 24, 2010 at 3:14 AM Hi Jimbo :)--this was really a very unique write that had left very lasting images in my mind...what a very haunting yet beautiful poem! This sure was very striking! Congrats on being in my winners' list :) --nikko :)

Trudy Diane Rider June 15, 2009 at 10:17 AM This is amazing james! the ending is perfect.. you truely are a wonderful poet! ~Trudy~ p.s. I'm glad you still enjoyed the rain whispers as much this time as you did the first. I'm honored. :::grin:::

Sajdah Al-Riyami June 13, 2009 at 4:53 AM The ending Is such an amasing Close

Jay Loveless June 11, 2009 at 9:03 AM Breathtaking. And Beautiful.

Brandy Megens May 20, 2009 at 7:22 AM i felt this way most of my life and you made me imagine a better way unaware of the situation happening around me out of control of whats going on i understand so much i can relate

L'Nass Shango May 18, 2009 at 11:33 AM Deep and full of the mortal anxiety that makes us desire beyond the material ... a great and provocative write is surrendered here ... well done O poet, O human, O brother.

Anthony Nutter May 18, 2009 at 2:58 AM James: A very well written poem with lots of meaning. It drew me in. It strikes me as a person unable to fit in to the social circles they frequent. Nice write.

Colin Mitchell Williams May 14, 2009 at 1:54 PM Hi James.... this caught me as being someone at a funeral, their own mourning unknown, their own compassion reaching out.... their own acceptance realizing what it means to be a momentary ghost departing the world... cool write my friend

Charmaine Chircop May 14, 2009 at 12:43 PM this is deep,you re reaching for someone who is passing from a trauma or sadness in life,you think she doesnt see you there,but who could not feel or see when he's being loved?you are seen ,heard even if you take a different path,we all lead different paths mt friend---your dreams are deep and wonderful-bravo--charma;-)

Sandra Hudson May 13, 2009 at 3:31 PM Dreams are hard to interpret, some say they are Gods neglected means of communication. I can never remember what I dream much less write it down. You are gifted-AA

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen May 13, 2009 at 2:44 PM Tell me, Jim. Is this written from death's point of view? It is very intriguing. The capitalalized words are a poem in and of themselves. And so are the small letters. Then, when put together, the real thinking begins. Come on Jim. Am I close? You know I love your poems. Love, Dane

Sharon Winter May 13, 2009 at 6:46 AM Thought provoking. You capture the reader within your well written words of angst. Amazing work. Love, Shar

Christopher Higgins May 13, 2009 at 4:07 AM James, my friend, you never have to conform to anyone style with your writing..if your endings are going down a certain path then that is the avenue you should..I love this piece and the ending works well...thanks so much for your continual support on my work..you are a talent my friend.

Anthony Nutter May 13, 2009 at 2:39 AM I feel humbled reading this creative piece. What a talent you have nice job great read. Thanks for commenting on my poetry you have soup mail.

Charlene Bird May 12, 2009 at 8:52 PM James you are a gifted poet indeed! It is sad when we can't help someone in pain, sometimes the best thing to do is let them cry, scream, and shout and knowing that we are there just to listen always means more than we realize at times. This is wonderful friend! You have a big heart! Thank you for you kind comments on my work, always apprecaited.

Carolyn Devonshire May 12, 2009 at 7:32 PM Excellent write, James! That first verse reminds us that sometimes we feel helpless as we watch others suffer. And I like the sense of longing for recognition and acceptance in the second verse. Love, Carolyn

Sandra Hudson May 12, 2009 at 5:43 PM you have mail