Wow, “quiet of gold” “spool of dark”
I don’t know how you come up with such frantically good metaphors…
This poem put me in a mood, especially since the lake looks something like Tickle Naked Pond (google it) in Vermont where we always swam when we were up there in the 50’s.
A lovely poem, Adagio.
j.

Thank you, Jacob.

My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.

Very much please indeed. Such fun to read your clever and lighthearted slice of the morning.
Happy me to have connected. Be well Emma 🙂

Many thanks Jim.. wrote that whilst still asleep – probably shows! However being an admitted scribbler I go with the flow.

Joy,
From what I know, this sounds like you, your life, your time, your place… all of it full of quiet beauty…
Vol

‘climbing the notes to where you are
so high in the atmosphere
and yes I know I’m sky scraping
but damn you are fine’

fine writing.. seems you’v found why, where and how: the person has added ‘special’ to everything

Next to last stanza is so-well worded. This quite sensual but not blatant, which makes it poetry that is a pleasure to read.
I also really like the stanza that emmagreen pointed out.
You have a nice variety to your writing.
I clicked that I was mature enough to read this poem. Even though I am 75, I probably scammed on being mature enough.

j.

Brenda, this is one of your best pieces… truly well spoken!

I found myself spinning with the joy of fulfillment to be. Thanks dear Crimsin. (It’s not a sin ;))

It’s almost 7PM here, but ty dear!
I’m in Rhode Island
are you in Nova Scotia?

Passionately penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

This was a great piece. So passionate, so hot! I’m glad I found it.