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Read MoreGlacier Blue and Petaled Pink A Tetralogy of Transpacific Reflection I. Rockied Reverie Mountains breathe in cold syllables—each ridge a hymnal of ascent.Pines groom the sky with dark fingers,their needles provoke an ancient hush. Rivers rehearse such silver recitations,tongues of melt translate stone.Light...
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Beautifully penned, S. Crisp imagery and an excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Libellule, this is hands down the best travel poem I have ever read. You do much more than illustrate you dig deep into the emotional journey in a way that is sheer awe inspiring to read. Many can take the journey but few that paint both the scenes and emotions in such a deeply passionate and grand way. I am enthralled by the way your lyrical poetics spill across the screen as I read. Truly a masterpiece of travelers poetry.
John
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Read MoreBound Silence Silk breath meets shadow’s thread,knots bloom like quiet blossoms—each loop a question of surrender,each crossing, an unseen trust. The body becomes a line drawn in air,a calligraphy of stillness;every curve remembers wind,every bind teaches patience. In tension, there is music...
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Once I got passed the delicious picture I found something even better….your words.
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We read this offline and don’t know why but but we thought of Casketsharpe, not really your norm. We thought erotic at first but changed our mind preference/acceptance, tight
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Passionately penned, S. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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You are a true poet in every sense of the word. This is so well written I felt it deep my soul. This is the perfect sensual poem that goes deep into the emotion the woman with tender and powerful depth of passion. No one does this better than you.
John
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Read MoreTHE JASPER BROTHERSIt was a hot muggy day.Surprisingly for late October.I'd been home in my apartmentbare ass naked all morning.Only visible to my imaginary catSocks. Technically, he was alsonaked. But he could lick himself.I have never managed the stunt.Although,...
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They saw you coming…… miserable tight arse bastards.
An hour inside your head would be like a lifetime in a Dali painting.
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Thanks Peter.
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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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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.”
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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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I must say, I really like the new style you are writing in. This is so peaceful and reflective