Where do I begin again... damn Kara once again your words leave me trying ti find the right ones worthy of praise for you work... this speaks so gently of how love can heal those emotional scars of the past like neosporen... I've read many thing on the subject and written them myself but the way you phrase it is divine...
i scurried swift into
the earth
but blossom slowly
just for you.
like this stanza what a way to say you are coming out of your protected state to take a chance on something you know is real. I could go on and on... the beauty in your words are like that of a red rose blooming.
Where do I begin again... damn Kara once again your words leave me trying ti find the right ones worthy of praise for you work... this speaks so gently of how love can heal those emotional scars of the past like neosporen... I've read many thing on the subject and written them myself but the way you phrase it is divine...
i scurried swift into
the earth
but blossom slowly
just for you.
like this stanza what a way to say you are coming out of your protected state to take a chance on something you know is real. I could go on and on... the beauty in your words are like that of a red rose blooming.
suddenly I feel
capable
of the strength
which life demands.
To me thats about the best thing you can say about someone (lover, friend, or family). I've had people basically carry through times I didn't think I would make it through. I've had people make my life instantly better just by entering the room. Someone who gives you strength is a good person to keep around.
It takes considerable skill to carry the matephor throughout the poem and you have done it with brilliance. This is a very poignant piece! I liked it very much.
"the fading fragrance of my soul has begun to shiver and expand. " ========>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>I like this, how you say this image of getting stronger a great job, my dear, hugs.
Just like everyone else - I love this work! Excellent use of metaphor through out. The poem stands great on its own, then is catapulted into a more sensuous existence with the addition of your voice - amazing!
this is so gentle, hmmm, like that first warm shower in May that wishes to do nothing more than wake up the sleeping moments of spring with a soft little "hello, it's me". this was that kind of sincere and purposeful yet lovely.
at the risk of sounding rhedundant... wow. On this note, I'm hooked... women are flowers, it's been said before, compared before, noted before... but never, I think, like this.
I am resolved to never be content with the lives of "quiet desperation" which so many of us lead, to continuously challenge myself, and forever walk in Beauty.
I like pandas. I like writing poe.. more..