AWWW...after all those splendiforous words about cumulus clouds, solar wind and silver linings...it ended in the spirit of love, which of course is the most precious/painful even ridiculous prize we have on this earth. I wish more would embrace it...silkworms and all.
It is getting to a point where I need a dictionary to read your work, you scholar you!
Great effort, I know how much work would have gone into this kaleidoscope of words and phrasing.
Thank you...
Helen ;-)))))
Heh, you've done it again. This is a very beautiful and sweet poem!
Dude, all these words you use are magnificent! Everything that's in here really give me a sense of tranquility and I'm not sure why... I guess because you mentioned the ocean... Figurative or not, when one mentions the ocean, rough or calm, it gets me in a calm state. ;)
AWWW...after all those splendiforous words about cumulus clouds, solar wind and silver linings...it ended in the spirit of love, which of course is the most precious/painful even ridiculous prize we have on this earth. I wish more would embrace it...silkworms and all.
It is getting to a point where I need a dictionary to read your work, you scholar you!
Great effort, I know how much work would have gone into this kaleidoscope of words and phrasing.
Thank you...
Helen ;-)))))
Oh Philllip! This one is my new favorite of yours. Absolutely amazing poem, yes this spinning more and more a special amount of cocoon and strong silk, this has an aura of making less friends not more, even said this way "Not needed for beautification or clothing item" ----I understood so well!. The special lightness is gone, "gossamer shading through his playing" and yes all is electrostatically loaded with high voltage. I am touched by this poem, what can I say. "With bulkheads full to maximum safe capacity" ---- yes it was needed to part it but to become stable one needs to find another way to human hearts, we are infusing them with our absolute adoration for this beautiful world and for the respect of the creation. This my dear, was the true art. Goes to favorites.
"Preternatural in electrostatic splendorous glory" . Yes I could use some of that. That is some real glory. Only God has more. That is fun stuff I mean I would like to hear that said to someone one in public out load - spontaneously spilling forth. Thanks for the fun.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..