Superb work. Tremendous.

Well, Thank you, Thomas. Superb, huh? Tremendous, too? Two out of three words that are pretty damn good. I don’t know about that third one, though. That’s one word I kind of like to avoid. But I sure do thank you for the other ones. You know, of course, that there’s a version with words, too. Just in case you might want to read it sometime. Hmmm, I think I’ll start adding a link to the text versions of these audio versions, just in case some folks might want to take their time.

Thanks again, Thomas,

FD/K

I see this as someone discovering the blue green glass for the first time. Interesting poem, Fia.

I see it as a discovering of the truth about someone close.
It’s a great write however I interpret it.🙏

Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend, I love your musings. Appreciate you, cuz.

Damian

good morning lovely Fia this went from beautiful to dark carried out by the frothing sea so poignant ❤️

Beauty brought fore by abrasion.
An important truth of nature I believe.

Chère F.,
Pollution in its mildest form.
An environmental poem in disguise.
See? That’s the fun of it. To write something small and everyone had his/her own ideas about it.
Pure genius, no matter how you look at it.

Keep ‘em coming please…..
Warmest regards, Gus

Excellent analogy…beauty often disguises danger for the unwary

Very mysterious and philosophical.
Regards James

I love the way glass goes from sharp and dangerous to soft and smooth with the passing tides

“my hands return first
those traitor creators of sound
those makers of chords and noise
now tremblin like loose strings”

Powerfully penned, 253. Excellent write with killer imagery my friend. Loved the lines above, and that ending verse drove it home. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

“proof that anythin divine
never leaves
without takin somethin with it”

Shit that hits hard with fact

Sheer brilliance, Syr 253👌

You’ve mastered the heartbeat techniques of Free Verse poetry: Imagery, deeply gripping emotion, metaphor, seamless enjambment, syntax; and, except for the distraction of missing “g’s”, your diction and spellbinding flow would be irresistibly captivating to the senses.

“my knees crack
my heart misfires
and my body folds inward
as the light drains out
leavin a thin line of heat
hidin under my ribs
proof that anythin divine
never leaves
without takin somethin with it”

Phew, Poet! Now, that’s how a pen’s supposed to dance….
Perfect title, too.

Good stuff, I’ve said enough … except, a grateful “Thanks!” ⁓ Richard🖌

Well,

I think you might be able to imagine how us English Lit Grads/Poetry Teacher types are in our heads, eh?
Anally blessed (or, cursed) … LOL!

Sincerely, I love your uniquely original brand of 253 poetry. 👍