A haunting reflection on lost humanity. Our instinct to howl and dance muted by indifference, while cruelty parades as normal. The “strange fruit” lingers, reminding us of what we’ve forsaken and what it means to truly see and feel again.

A piece of good write. Excellent!

WOW, what wonderfully sensual poetry, RomaJ. I love it, and must confess, a bit jealous, as I wish I had written some of these lines. “You move as light bends through smoke…”; “There is cedar in your scent,”; and “Your voice is dusk made audible–”. I am glad I found this poem today, it helped brighten my mood, thank you.

-Curt

Hi Curt, it’s been awhile! How are you? I have a confession, I felt a bit shy to post this poem and even thought about throwing it away, haha. I’m so glad you found it and that it brightened your day. Your kind words mean a lot, and I really appreciate you sharing how the imagery resonated with you!

Beautiful work. Great imagery.

I’m so glad you decided to post this and not throw it away
This has color, sensuality, and your voice.
The ending was perfect amiga.
One of my favorite reads on here:)

Beautifully penned, Roma. Sensual and seductive wordplay combined with warm vibrant imagery, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Such a soft creche for sensuality. Gentle as an Autumn sunset caressing the shoulders of the harbour. Lovely scribble.

This takes the love poem to the higher level of sublimity. This poem is so artfully crafted I could feel your words like the warmth from a fireplace whose embers glow in the night. There is magic here abounding, the kind that only happens when love is gently spiritual in a way that takes it beyond the physical and into the realm of something deeper.

John

Humanity’s connection with our Mother, Gaia, is slipping away from us these days. And in the process, we are also losing our humaneness, our ability to see each other as whole. It is possible to have a modern world and stay true to the world around us and to each other, but I think it will take a whole new system with new social relations, new ways of thinking and acting. As hard as we may try as individuals, or in small groups, the cancer of ‘me first’, and isolation will only grow.

Your poem is right on time Emma and I thank you for posting it.

-Curt

I agree with you, start to finish and after the second time of reading, Curt. If people are as intelligent as they believe, why can’t modern and natural world succeed as partners. We know of the sweetness of mix and match with wonderful results. We know that differences create something unseen before, individuality lives on.. and on, consequently. Failures happen but can be adjusted with or by tombolic attempts over time. Surely things don’t have to be rushed, time makes time – use it, perhaps. Perhaps?

I like to “touch earth” myself, and try to do it every day, even when it’s cold outside. Maybe especially when it’s cold outside. Urban life was never something I fully jibed with. Closer & closer I get to my ultimate goal of becoming an old Appalachian hermit lol. Though I am grateful to have had the city experience. Often, it’s the city folk who appreciate what we hillbillies sometimes take for granted.

I really like this “paragraph poetry” form with longer lines, so different from my own curt, fast-moving style. Ideas & descriptions can linger much more effectively in this form, and it shows that you aren’t lazy like me lol. This was a glorious sonder for reader and protagonist alike, a sonder within a sonder, maybe….