Your words soothe the searing pain. They restore trace amounts of self. I wonder if you knew, as these kind words of encouragement tumbled from your fingers onto the keys, that you were building a raft that would float near me in a ceaseless sea of emptiness. Your words are the refuge that I seek out when the reality of my eternal solitude takes hold and tries to strangle my soul. Your words are my soul's horizon.
This is beautifully worded and also a great metaphor. I love each line, but "they restore trace amounts of self" really makes me happy. The image you create of a never ending sea and a lonely drifter, which we all are, is quiet and lovely... and that you end with hope, beautiful! "I wonder if you knew that you were building a raft"...well I can't quote the whole thing back to you, but I love it all.
Standing beside a stream of words listening to them ceaselessly falling in rhythm and rhyme to gravity's unending magnetism. It's almost like being in Wales
Your words are my soul's horizon. You know me well enough I think to know how I suffer from bouts of the IVM (internet validation monster) and for me - finding someone who will encourage my ramblings is truly like breathing life into me. I found this piece resonant.
This is beautifully worded and also a great metaphor. I love each line, but "they restore trace amounts of self" really makes me happy. The image you create of a never ending sea and a lonely drifter, which we all are, is quiet and lovely... and that you end with hope, beautiful! "I wonder if you knew that you were building a raft"...well I can't quote the whole thing back to you, but I love it all.
what a wonderful way to bless your muse and inspiration
it is arrival when ones words inspire someone so
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you sleep on your poetry this is wonderful
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