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hello dearest Styxian good evening you know how it is as a writer and you have something on your mind and even if you don’t really want to you have to get it out… thank you I deeply appreciate your interpretation it’s just how my mind works…I guess this goes along the lines of serial killers they always say they are doing the work of God and really who is to say they are wrong? ❤️
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Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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thank you graciously dearest Damian I’m happy you like it I liked the way it came out ❤️
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Read MoreLove Sonnet IX Your skin is Earth tone, deep brown, fertile with flowering life and the fragrance of pine and Mahagony-filled mountains. Oak and Sycamore take root in your breasts, as your mouth breathes in summer rain and exhales oceans of whale songs sung in worldwide symphonies that burst with...
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Well I don’t think any woman would know what to say after reading THIS, and it surprises me as I read your poetry how much alike we seem to express poetry, love and nature all together in oneness. This is beyond gorgeous… though it paint such a vivid imagery of flesh, but it goes deeper than this, speaking of a higher love as it flows through everything. Outstanding, magnificent and simply Breathtaking… Nirvana and “come as You are” perfect words for such poem… Thank You!
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AAAWWWW!! And now I am blushing again. Light, what is “gorgeous”, is your comment.
And I must also apologize, I have not read enough of your words to get to know your poetic expressions and beliefs. Something I will correct. My only excuse is that I am new here at SR and just beginning to feel my way around and reading the poetry here. Poor excuse at that.
But I do agree and I am glad you see that we humans are capable of so much more than we are at present. We have the capacity of great love and understanding of everything around us, how we are both individuals and connected at the same time. We are small when compared to the world around us, and yet what and who we are can determine the fate of our existence. I think poetry should communicate this as well as be the center of how we shout against all oppression.
Anyway, a much larger conversation. Thank you so much for your kindness and your comment on this poem, Light
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Hi Mary, you swoon and I blush! er… I mean, can I blame it on those blue lips and eye shadow?? er.. there I go blushing again, what the hell!?? What I mean to say is, Thank you for such kind words and always welcomed visits. Curt, backing out the room before he is bopped upside the head. ;0)
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Read MoreWith eyelids drawn, I look on, to a dawn that is now gone. So, I call on bygone dawnings, as I am an indrawn man. There is a spawning within the darkness of my shut lids. But I am sure my dawning will come, and the...
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Thank you.
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Can’t comment on your work so here it is, it’s exquisite and I enjoy reading about how you write on trauma. Bravo!
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Read MoreMy dreamy world of writing is a graveyard shrouded in fog. Where each story has a grave, each grave has a character. These living, breathing corpses with open eyes, raspy voices and souls, gaze on through my eyes.
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Read MoreStony petals of a flower bloom in the cold eyes of the sun. once flushed in pinks, the blossoms of my youth have wilted and froze. Glacial beads of blood drift down my face until these venal rivers are bloodless. Within is darkness to which...
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Powerful work, my friend.
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Well, this makes me think of a fallen angel, caught in the dilemma of righteousness and vengence. By the grace of God, perhaps, yet there is an underlying energy here too. I like the whirlwind of thoughts going on here. I can sense your struggle through your words, quite easily. Well expressed Crimson.