poet Clive Culverhouse

Clive Culverhouse

My Name Was Nicorates

a true story of meditation
and a tear between dimensions

as purple vibrated
her voice cut through the air
her voice cut through time

"Espera, Nicorates! "
she screamed
"Espera, Nicorates! "
she pleaded urgently

sensing my name was Nicorates
I did as she commanded
and I waited
but nothing else came through

Topic(s) of this poem: meditation, name, poem, poetry, truth, warning

Poem Submitted: Friday, May 1, 2020
Poem Edited: Monday, May 18, 2020

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My Name Was Nicorates
poetry by Clive Culverhouse
a poem from a meditation 28.09.2011


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  • Clive CulverhouseClive Culverhouse (6/9/2020 4:51:00 PM)

    comment: This is Great!
    sweet., , .,
    true story this one

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  • Kim BarneyKim Barney (5/3/2020 1:35:00 PM)

    This is great! I really don't know why I liked it so much, but I chuckled at the end for some reason. Maybe it had something to do with your use of the Spanish word " Espera" (wait) .
    I guess it was actually the line " Sensing my name was Nicorates" . As if the narrator didn't know what his own name was...

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    Clive CulverhouseClive Culverhouse(5/3/2020 1:44:00 PM)

    yes, I was meditating and from somewhere a voice shouted Espera Nicorates, I was alone and this voice was right next to me! ! I had the distinct feeling the woman was shouting to me for some bizarre reason

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