You described sight and smell so vividly.

Captivatingly enthralled am I, Dear Dragonfly ⛩

“What,” I ask, “could be a more elegant or appropriate greeting for a poem of “Autumnal Japan” than this ethereally gorgeous, cloud-crowned, enchanting image of Mount Fujiyama, framed by Fall’s gold ‘n auburn leaves, resting peacefully beyond its rolling foothills, blessed by land’s colourful and water’s silvery embracing glory?”

Still, the picture, stunning as it is, serves only to dress the sheer essence of your own poetic brilliance, rendered so soul-touchingly, brilliantly laid metaphorical magick, and emotionally stimulating imagery, with nary an excessive, misplaced, or ambiguously flawed moment.

“While I—pilgrim of hushed light—
stand within permanent transience,
where autumn burns not to end,
but to illuminate surrender.” And, to your effulgent art, do I.

You’ve touched my heart, stunned my senses, and made of me a warmly envious fan.
Arigatō, Nanbāwan No Shijin (Thank you, Dear Lady-Poet)! ⁓ Richard🥋

Beautifully penned, S. Stunning imagery my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Insomnia cinema… paper mouths kissing… such poetic gold here… well penned

It’s so haunting and beautiful. An exploration of longing and absence, capturing a ghostly presence observing a loved one’s dreams and life continue while he remains unseen, blending surreal imagery with intimacy and loss.

Fantastic!

Superb work.

Powerfully penned, S. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian