Of everything I have written, I am most proud of this one. I don't know why. I rode my bike through the fog, on a road thick with trees. The way the colors popped out through the grey fog was astonishing. Just trying the capture the moment. Felt like I was in a fishbowl and at some point, would hit the glass.
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I really like this. The title is completely misleading, but after reading your author's note I understand.... and actually I think it's kind of cool.. it's not what you expect. I am not sure that's a negative thing, in this case.
You did well. I am a fan of this also. :)
An amazing sort of fishbowl whose containment moves with every cycle of the pedals. The freeing sense of fear dissipating, perhaps it is in this moment of freedom that the containing surrounds get locked in place and the fishbowl increases. You can be proud of this one, still. Thanks for having shared this beauty of a poem. /Frederick.
I really like this. The title is completely misleading, but after reading your author's note I understand.... and actually I think it's kind of cool.. it's not what you expect. I am not sure that's a negative thing, in this case.
You did well. I am a fan of this also. :)
this is impressive joe. it is deep with meaning that transcends on different levels. straight-up great writing. you should be proud. i love the color & crispness of autumn. hang in there, you will find your way to a faith-filled paradise with bold colors. we each get there in a different way ... :)
Great imagery throughout. I love the idea of feeling like you're in a fishbowl. With such beautiful, idealistic scenery, it can sometimes seem artificial; like you're on The Truman Show.
It does sound quite dream like, floating through the fog with beautiful blurry colours going past and the comforting sound of the bike. I am just wondering what you did about 'her' when you got back. Was that the 'you' you refer to in the last line? Lovely poem.