Linda Ori

Rookie - 169 Points (08/13/1945 / UTAH)

' How Do I Reach You? - Poem by Linda Ori

If I could put it into words -
All that my heart is feeling,
Would they help to warm your heart
Or would they send you reeling?

There are so many emotions
So many words to say,
But which ones would you savor
And which ones throw away?

I live in indecision -
Which formula is best?
Overwhelm you with my thoughts
Or give your heart a rest;

It's difficult to hold inside
This flood of raw emotion
That threatens now to drown me
Like a shipwreck on the ocean;

I would die a thousand deaths
To think you never knew
Just how much you mean to me.............
But how do I reach you?


Comments about ' How Do I Reach You? by Linda Ori

  • (11/11/2016 4:12:00 PM)

    How Do I Reach You
    A sense of overwhelming emotion and no way of getting to or through to the object of such intense affection.... It's a dire strait to be in... convincingly, powerfully and lyrically portrayed as always.... xxx (Report) Reply

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  • (7/29/2014 7:45:00 AM)

    Linda how saddeningly beautiful. So much depth to the one wanting only to be able to love the other. How wonderfully expressed. (Report) Reply

  • (10/11/2009 12:50:00 AM)

    I loved your approch. God bless you. (Report) Reply

  • (9/28/2009 1:32:00 AM)

    I live in indecision -

    in limbo as shipwreck
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  • (9/20/2009 1:20:00 PM)

    It's difficult to hold inside
    This flood of raw emotion

    Rachel Ann Butler
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  • (8/14/2009 1:31:00 AM)

    I would die a thousand deaths
    To think you never knew
    Just how much you mean to me.............
    But how do I reach you?

    yea agreed with your idea.. there are hundreds of hurdles, like feeling, thoughts, worries, dreams, emotions and much more things making us away from each other and sure I really support your idea reach to some one..we have to face hudreds time death... love this sweetly written..liked and love it..10/10
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  • (6/15/2009 3:58:00 AM)

    Hi Ma'am...this comment is actually very similar to the one i made recently on Lakshminarayan sir's haiku

    you know ma'am i used to think that i m some cold hearted person...i only caress my loving teby, (dog) ....never even allowed my mom to touch me...then i was very cold with my ex girl friend....and you know how i feel i v lost so many angelic friends...lost my beloved's touch and feels so alone, so i sleep with my mom hugging her tightly.....but still i become that cold hearted person every now and again and do nasty things

    and have you read Unlighted Lamps by Sherwood Anderson'...short story based on man's inability to express themselves when it comes to deep human relation ships..I ll qoute a line from that short story..feelings that go through Dr Cochran

    'When my Ellen was here living with me I let her think me cold and unfeeling while something within me was straining and straining trying to tear itself loose.'He remembered how often, as a young man, he had sat in the evening in silence beside his wife in this same office and how his hands had ached to reach across the narrow space that separated them and touch her hands, her face, her hair.'

    Dr Cochran finally dies...and i ll quote the last line of the short story
    'Between his fingers he held a forgotten cigarette the light from which danced up and down in the darkness.'
    this is quite significance, since he always kept his emotions to himself...they always did burn, but always burn in the darkness... but never allowed himself to express and caress his daughter and died as an unlighted lamp....

    well it is all good, but i always wondered if he is that much shy how the hell did he give birth to his daughter! ! ! ! ! always wondered whether she is illegitimate as

    hey ma'am above part is very much the same comment i made on lakshiminarayan sir's new haiku.... sorry almost coppied it here....

    your poem analyses that conflict or that dilemma humans when it comes to expressing them selves, sometimes social norms influence too...I want to hug and kiss people/..//but there is always this ego thing that prevents me from doing any case in Sri Lanka people dont hug and kiss much in public...
    well this is serious case indeed, ... i v suffered and lost many things cause i didn't express my self much! ! !
    nice one ma'am
    'You Love a Woman...tell her that she is really wanted
    You Love a woman tell she is the one...she needs somebody to
    tell her that it is gona last forever! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ' (Brian Adams)

    applies to woman too...u love a man, better telll it! ! ! ! !

    so i m tell u that i love u ma'am lindaA+++

    with a, kiss and a hug
    love shan
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  • (6/13/2009 3:48:00 AM)

    Your stylishly penned and intensely personal poem has such universality. How many lovers share your dilemma? Remember Viola in Twelfth Night? 'She never told her love, but let concealment like a worm in the bud, feed on her damasked cheek.' I lived with a man I loved for 27 years, bore him three children, yet never told my love. Why have we so little confidence, despite our inner knowing. Did our parents spoil us, or is it just that we tried too hard to please. This is a fine poem with an honest heart and a brilliant final stanza. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/12/2009 5:41:00 PM)

    I hate to analyze the guts of this most poignant, and heart-reaching poem, by referring to a sports analogy...but (imo) it strangely fits....My College Baskeball coach pulled me out of a game one night for what i thought at the time was for no apparent reason.He said nothing...and i sat watching my replacement do exactly the opposite of what i was doing when i was point-guarding on the court minutes earlier..and getting into the face of my opponent...attempting to take their style of play & match it...and i thought i had done a damn good job at taking up the challenge....Then it hit me...i was not playing MY game, in MY style....Instead, my opponent had somehow got me to so intensely analyze their style of play....i began to play it myself, and thus, taking me out of my zone & away from what made me the teams starting point-guard. I looked down to the end of the bench...and as if Coach Brown had been reading my mind during my entire 10 minute benching, he shouted down to me'YOU GET IT NOW, CLYDE'? (His nickname for me) I shook my head & i went back in the game...Of course we lost....but not because we didn't bring OUR best game to the court....My point? You can only be who you are & only do what you do best...All the rest is for God & destiny. Excellent penning, Midnight...Your gold pen carries much wamth & passion.

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  • (6/11/2009 10:51:00 AM)

    That, sweetheart, hits the nail right on the head.
    I remember when Ez proposed to me; (me being the eternal runner-awayer from commitment) : he said something like, I know that if I asked you to marry me that you'd run a million miles, but would you spend the rest of your life with me?

    There's a balance to be struck, perhaps, and the agony of knowing where to strike it is perfectly encapsulated here. t x
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  • Naseer Ahmed Nasir (6/7/2009 1:41:00 AM)

    Finding ways to convey the emotions to the adored one
    is always difficult and one remaines in the state of confusion
    unless and untill those emotions are spilled. Another state
    of mind encroaches that what would be the reaction of the
    concerned party? So all these are rather natural thougths
    that overwhelm a human being in such state.

    Best Wishes
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  • (6/5/2009 3:00:00 PM)

    So much emotion flows thru this poem, without losing control. Really well written Linda. You convey sentiment without drowning in verbosity, a rare skill indeed! (Report) Reply

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (6/5/2009 11:14:00 AM)

    'I would die a thousand deaths
    To think you never knew
    Just how much you mean to me.............
    But how do I reach you? '

    A profound love poem, I love the above lines most.
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  • Ramesh T A (6/5/2009 11:12:00 AM)

    Indeed a great question to think about! Putting in words what we feel for others to understand and appreciate is not in our hands. But over flow of feeling in poems it can be achieved sometime! Best wishes for your great venture! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 5, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, June 5, 2009

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