Ramblings of a frustrated mind.. scribbles in the night.
I walk under the moon -- my
deep reveries keeping me awake, the moonlit trails marking the way of where my
contemplation in the dark lead me ... an endless journey ... under the starry
glow, I collect the broken threads, trying to untie the untying knots...
I walk under the moon -- the bitter realizations hit hard, a
roundabout of thoughts and I come to a halt; the voids created by the ones we
lose while walking with them along the sunlit paths are meant ~ never to be
filled...
Trying to untie the untying knots... Whuuut... This is some next level stuff... Was not sure when you started the experimental process, but NOW... This has me pretty sure you are forging a new style... From sunlit bricks, roundabout laughs, and voids within the spaces of stars glow... This had me walking sunlit paths with hope never filled... But maybe... Deeply penned...
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I'm not sure either when I strayed towards experimenting but probably it was around the time when Ri.. read moreI'm not sure either when I strayed towards experimenting but probably it was around the time when Richard tried to instill some poetic voice in me ;) :)
Thank you for your words here, Silente. Glad you enjoyed the walk.. I mean piece :))
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Who of us really IS sure when exploring new territory... None of us, that is who, lol... Hate to tel.. read moreWho of us really IS sure when exploring new territory... None of us, that is who, lol... Hate to tell you, buddy, but poetic talent can not be "instilled"... It was already in your noggin', but he definitely helped cultivated what was there, hah...
My pleasure, twas a good stretch of the legs... Erhm... Eyes...
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haha well we can disagree here ;P I think it was 'instilled' in 'me'.. I just have to read my older .. read morehaha well we can disagree here ;P I think it was 'instilled' in 'me'.. I just have to read my older pieces to know the difference lol too horrible :|
And I'm wondering how do stretched eyes look like :P ;P
Instilled and cultivate share different definitions, but can be compared in this instance... Instill.. read moreInstilled and cultivate share different definitions, but can be compared in this instance... Instilled would mean you had to have the skill put into you... Which is untrue, the skill was there, it just needed some help, hence... Cultivated... Hah, you will not win this argument with me, you are stuck having talent... Sozz
Idk... Eyes freak me out...
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;p lol I'll never give you a definite yes on whether you won the argument so there, we could argue a.. read more;p lol I'll never give you a definite yes on whether you won the argument so there, we could argue all day haha but maybe...
and yeah me too :| :p
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With you... A "maybe" is as good as anything... Hah...
As full of angst as your word portrait is, I still find myself drawn to the mystery of moonlit ponderings. I'm often hyper when there's a full moon, so this type of grinding is highly possible at those times! You've stated the intensity & stubbornness of these thoughts vividly.
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I've always been drawn to it too, more than normally people are, so I'm glad you can relate. Thank y.. read moreI've always been drawn to it too, more than normally people are, so I'm glad you can relate. Thank you for your words here, BG 😊
I love the dark beauty in this poem that is woven with raw emotion. This was an excellent poem to choose as your featured piece! Also, the picture you chose to go with this poem fits very well.
Tipping through the moonbeams trying to fathom life's mysteries has always been a fascination to an inquisitive reader! Your delightfully penned piece of reflections and metaphors was a pleasure to take in ... :-)
Your journey is so profoundly voiced, deeply moving across time, across the pathways crossed by countless lives. A beautiful bitterness comes at times, but may you find cleansing always in the sweet silences. I used to fear the night, the darkness haunting. Now, nothing gives me peace like walking in the moonlight, the quiet, only the music of the stars to dance to.
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Thank you for your words here, Craig. I wish the same for you :)
You have such a high level of consistency when it comes to producing intelligent and creative pieces. There never seems to be a let up in your work and that is something to be admired. Its not easy and I applaud you for it. Beautifully done dear poet.
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Thank you, duff. I'm humbled by your appreciation 😊
There is something magical about walking in the moonlight. You've captured that mystery as well as the beauty in this melancholy little gem. Great work. :) Julie
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Yes there is :) thank you for appreciating and feeling this write 😊