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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXIII Capturing the rhythms of love is not easy since it often come up against emotions that find time and space stacked against it. I would love putting my hands in your dark soil, play gleefully with the feel of earth on my fingers as...
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I think RomaJ, there is always the need for and desire for connections, perhaps even love. I love to garden for real . I have two gardens one where I live and another at my son’s house. Both have had good harvests this year. But as a metaphor, gardens can hold special meaning, and I can remember a time when this metaphor was alive, as was I.
RomaJ your comments have been a delight for me, and they are appreciated by me more than you know. THANK YOU!!!
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AWWW Valuptas, your are making me blush. I was going to go food shopping this morning but now I can’t, my face is too red. What will the neighbors think?? They will ask questions and then laugh. At some point, my face will return to normal, but until then, THANK YOU so much for being “pulled in”. OMG, I’m still blushing…. HELP!!! ;0)
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Read MoreLOVE SONNET XLV Your lips spit fire, yet taste like Chardonnay warmed by the heat of a poem written on a summer day. A natural red allows your words, a sensual touch and flavor as they caress my skin in a kaleidoscope of colors, each...
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The imagery of “lips spit fire, yet taste like Chardonnay” is such a vivid paradox, and the way you connect her kiss to both a visual “kaleidoscope of colors” and the sound of “psithurism” is beautiful. It makes the experience truly multi-sensory. Beautifully penned.
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Your comment, RomaJ, reads like the soft sound of “psithurism”. It is appreciated and I thank you for it!!
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Hi Ms Valuptas, I would not want your royal “whispering” (unholy or otherwise), sitting in a jail cell. How else would I receive such beautiful comments?
For most of the poetry I write, I add music. I think it adds to the feel and meaning of the poem. Sade’s song “Kiss of Life” was a really good fit for this poem. And yes, I am “foxy”… er… I mean… damn, did I say that out loud? Actually, more “wolfy” than “foxy”. But you know, wolfs can be sly too. ;0)
Anyway, sorry about the couch. THANK YOU for the comment, the visit, and for making my poem feel special!
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Read MoreAfterwardsWhen appetites were truly fedand all their needswere met, she turned to facethat now famoushigh backed leather chair of hers,where lust hassince been shed and rid and slaked so many times .. Although now, tis long redundant ..Yet here,...
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To die this contented. Lovely
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I am both blushing and truly honoured .. thank you so very much .. AGT’s Neville 😎
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Brilliant.
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Cheers 😎👍
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Passionately penned, Neville. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Emma, this is a well narrated story of the history of your writer’s life where college took you. This glimpse into the past was quite stimulating to read. I loved how the life events unfolded and reading this story that felt like an entry for a memoir.
John
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Many thanks, you found the thread running through time and kindly accepted the truth of my words. There is a future to come but with pauses for self reflection. More than that, I don’t know yet! Patience or adventure!?
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I just found this… Oh! You write, such indigo between lines.
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weirdly, this reminds me of someone that i used to love, from afar.
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That’s a beautiful expression of hope and yearning! The central metaphor of the garden, particularly the image of “putting my hands in your dark soil,” really captures a deep desire for creation and connection, even when starting “late in life.”