This was different! I like it. Like sitting on a hill in the evening, discussing the meandering reasons of life and such.

This poem is tender and full of wonder. I love how it moves from cosmic reflections to something deeply personal – turning starlight into a metaphor for love. The ending, where the “miracle” becomes the person themselves, is so heartfelt and beautiful.

To call your poem beautiful would be an affront and yet that is what it is. Beautiful and all the synonyms that follow. I earnestly hope we do return to the stars. Thank you for sharing this gently provocative piece!

Clay

This is brill and I aint talking fish neither .. Bravo RZ .. Neville 😎👍

Neville, you Brit, you!! I have heard that “brill’ description before and I need to thank you for it. I like this poem as well and knowing you don’t think it “stinks (fishy)” is indeed a nice compliment. Thank you.
-RZ

I first thought of writing the word “wow” in capital bold letters, with a trail of exclamation marks to follow. This one defies whatever I could conjure up to tell you how very much it moved me…heart and soul. I deeply loved the way you acknowledged the constellations. How mesmerizing it reads. How beautiful beyond words, it is!

Kelly
xo

WOW!!!!!!! ;0) Your comment, is, well, wonderful!! I like how this poem came out. It felt magical as I wrote it. And that you, Kelly, a marvelous poet yourself, found it mesmerizing, I am blushing. Thank you.

Curt
ox

Art to me is polished work and imagination in the same brushstroke. The best art remains for generations. It effects people in a way they can see something in life that grabs them and holds them. This includes writing as well.

Nice one ~Relic~

You’re welcome, Curt (Redzone). And yes, It’s me. 🙂

Hi Fia, Relic is Tim’s pen name. He is one of the poets who has come here to SR from Writers Cafe. My real name is Curtis (Curt) and my pen name is redzone. Sorry if I have created any confusion.

Yes, I think we write for ourselves (be ourselves) because art comes from within us, from our imaginations or from our lives. But I also think it’s our way of communicating to others. We bare ourselves to the world when we post or get a book published or in the many other ways that our poems are seen by other people. Yes, poems are “vivid” and should be. They should grab us, hold us tight and make us feel, and see the world though other’s eyes. I used to paint, but haven’t done so for many years now. I think about picking up the brushes every so often.

Anyway, thank you Fia for sharing your views on art. And thank you for your visit to this poem, it’s much appreciated.
-Curt

Art is a place for me where I can become more myself. Vivid in each pen stroke. Whether its poetry or stories. ( I used to draw, but that ship has sailed.) Nice piece, Redzone. Sorry for the confusion

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

Damian

Thank you, Damian. And I appreciate your visit and comment. Both are muchly welcomed
-Curt

The imagery of drowning in a smile and being a thousand kisses deep perfectly captures the feeling of being completely swept away by someone. Great write.

I echo the comment above. Great poem, Kelly.

this reads like a melody of passion I can feel it ❤️

I love this post Kelly; it is absolutely dreamy in a sensual ambience….
Warmly, B

Thank you, Betty! Feels good to have familiar faces looking back at me as I type!

Short and perfectly sweet Kelly

My forte is writing with a brevity of words. Thank you, Peter. So nice to meet you!

Wow, that is a smile

Beautifully penned, Kelly. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oh’ my .. but what a way to go Kelly eh’ .. ink spilled perfectly … again .. inktoxicating poetry .. Neville 😎🍷👍

If I only had an audience of one, I’d be content if it were you! Thanks, Nev!