I like how you bring us into your everyday, the profoundness of normal days and nights of life and that light ache for a breezy youth...you've become the Jim Jarmusch of poetry in my imagination.
There is a palpable longing here (cf. Carly Simon's long-ago "clouds in my coffee"), an examination of how the little mundane bits and bobs fill the spaces, serving as ballast waiting to be "lifted by a vagabond breeze." Lovely piece of work.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
When I was married my mother in law insisted on doing these little rituals , I liked her more than m.. read moreWhen I was married my mother in law insisted on doing these little rituals , I liked her more than my husband, she was a doctor, and a writer, used to write a column for the Puerto Rico local paper, she didn't need to recycle, but she did.
Vast. The Vagabond's heart travels from the kitchen out into the deep deep sea... I liked how this poem made me feel, there's a nostalgia to this that took me back, and I connected with your place and time, but then you uplifted the whole thing with that dreamy analogy. Yes, the heart is vast. It is strong, and stubborn. If you let it. unfold it. it will sail you
love this review, thank you so much Diego. should hearts heal and become adventuresome again, (onna .. read morelove this review, thank you so much Diego. should hearts heal and become adventuresome again, (onna deese days alice! to da moon!)
love the ideas in this, but also made me feel a little empty and sad.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
such a pretty avatar, well at least you felt something in it that's the whole idea behind poetry the.. read moresuch a pretty avatar, well at least you felt something in it that's the whole idea behind poetry they say, thank you so much!
A wonderful concept and so unique. To recycle and reuse hearts. Only a talented and a creative writer can come up with that like yourself...Bravo.......................
a sad portrait of how it used to be... a woman's heart was kept to herself....she was basically a "girl friday" to the man...the one who took care of the home...while he had his career...
but now the vagabond wind has allowed them to sail beautifully in the wind...and finally be appreciated.