A repost because I love this one to bits. Pictured is Ashton (nicknamed Moo-Moo; no idea why) with his mother Hilary and her boyfriend Shawn in Raglan Harbour. I love that place, I really do.
Caution ramble alert caution ramble alert lol
Nice and short and sweet, and so very very true for so many people J.
I'm so guilty of that exact dilemma.
Some people just dont really want to let go of their solitude, even if it gets terribly lonely. But then my attitude is to absorbed, like I said to a dear friend a number of weeks ago, who likes to think shes cupid, at a dysfunctional time you create further dysfunction, I recognise this,, and told her to try again in 2012 lol. Besides at my age (the limbo of thirty something) you learn along the way precious people can be held onto much longer as friends. lol, Man I am so in love with so many of my dearest friends... If we ever dated, we'd be wanting to kill each other in a year..... lol cause I know I'm a cohabitational nightmare, and fate worse than death partner lol,,,,,,,, But I'm the bestest friend ever.... So I have been told.
O I do love your writing, it rings pretty triangles and wind chimes in my ears.
Ahhhh nice really.
I think what really resonated with me was the tone set by the photograph and the comfort- ease of that picture perfect moment..........and yet I find myself wondering in my own weird little way that somehow I wished that people were brave enough to go after what they desire but fear of the outcome looms ever daunting which results in automatic failure......and people choose to live with this static cling........and the fraudulaent pedestal remains intact for this person within reach. Really great write...into my favs!
Are we just in a 'holding pattern'? ...afraid or just refusing to move in or move on?..."i can't be forever for you today" is such a powerful statement and full of passion. The accompanying photo places me in a world so surreal and out-of-place...the echo of the last line morphs my thoughts as i wonder 'do WE do that too?' ...and...is that really a bad thing? Then again, if i have to ask, perhaps it is. I've not read enough of your work yet (totally my fault) to feel as if I know you the least bit; but I do feel as if perhaps you know me. I have memorized this already and still i read, for i have to return to the opening line each time i read the last...it is hypnotic and I am enthralled.
i actually think that this is gorgeous..and i normally dont like poem-pic. the picture usually outclasses the poem but here they are both great. i like how the picture is focused on him, the other two unfocused in the background. i think they add more to each other, even though they could stand alone.
ack...you're too good. i'm staring, reading, reading again and trying to find SOMETHING that i can critique. nothing. it all works for me. i esp. like the last line where you repeated. like an echo, bringing it all together.
only thing i noticed when reading aloud was the line "a burner boiling water" was rough on the tongue.
i can picture this as a card, on a shelf in a name brand store.
I like the lyrical feel of this piece, and the alliteration scattered about. I actually feels like song lyrics to me. Being a photographer, I loved the superimposition over the photo.
The line "no place / for holding silence" is beautiful. I think I've spent much of my life looking for those places.
Yeah, I'd have to agree this is a very beautiful poem. I have to say that usually your work is hit or miss for me, and I can't say why that is... it's a matter of tastes, I guess, but I get all excited when something of yours just rings, you know? This is definitely one of those poems. It's far more relaxed and less... "weavy." What I mean by that is, sometimes I feel like there are so many intricacies that some of the more "human" qualities are faded... bah, forget it. I can't explain it. But I appreciate this little gem.
The transition from "silence" to the repetition at the end is clever in a natural sort of way. It doesn't come off as forced. Every word is relaxed and just... you.
Jase that's beautiful. Really, it's the stopping to feel that makes life worth it. And it's in the suspension of our everyday actions that help us like the intended or unintended bruises that we have in a world where everyone rubs off on everyone.
I like the touch at the ending. The repetition is like poking a dead body or, ironically, like speaking in the middle of dinner just so you can be sure that the person at the other end of the table is not mad or sad or having indigestion. It's like, an apology for being human.