Sam Dickens

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Backdeckbenny (Peter)
6 months, 1 week ago

They saw you coming…… miserable tight arse bastards.
An hour inside your head would be like a lifetime in a Dali painting.
Another entertaining piece.,🙏
Paula Jobi
6 months, 1 week ago

Thanks Peter.

RomaJ
6 months, 1 week ago

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.”
- redzone
  6 months, 1 week ago
  
  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!!!
redzone
6 months, 1 week ago

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)

RomaJ
6 months, 1 week ago

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.
- redzone
  6 months, 1 week ago
  
  Your comment, RomaJ, reads like the soft sound of “psithurism”. It is appreciated and I thank you for it!!
redzone
6 months, 1 week ago

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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