What an image. I had to stop and read those lines again. Darkness and hope somehow occupying the same sky... loved that.
Lyrical. Haunting. Beautiful. I'M SUBSCRIBING!
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteriesβatmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
Thank you so much @Randee Herrin! I believe that is exactly the kind of pensiveness I am trying to produce with the most of my writing, successful or otherwise. I always appreciate hearing when it hits and I think your writing does the same for me in a different way. It feels delicate and soft and warm. Like a sunny spider web. Is that weird? I am weird, so itβs probably weird.
The choice made that caused me to pause, βpoetsβ for poems. Thatβs where I most felt the haunting in the verse but also whimsy / play / hope. I saw many baby poets or poets as many as poems in the world. I loved this.
To me, this feels like autumn turning into a philosophy of survival. The world breaks, the light bleeds, and poetry somehow keeps multiplying. Absolutely magnificent.
βthose incalculable wounds of light
that never stop bleeding
into tomorrow.β
What an image. I had to stop and read those lines again. Darkness and hope somehow occupying the same sky... loved that.
Lyrical. Haunting. Beautiful. I'M SUBSCRIBING!
I write at The Reflective State, where one of my ongoing series is Mountain Mysteriesβatmospheric tales of mystery, folklore and the unexplained set in the mountains of India.
If curiosity ever brings you my way, I'd genuinely love to know what you think.
I like your work; it always makes me think. The kind of thinking that requires a long pause and a gaze toward the heavens. As always, well done.
Thank you so much @Randee Herrin! I believe that is exactly the kind of pensiveness I am trying to produce with the most of my writing, successful or otherwise. I always appreciate hearing when it hits and I think your writing does the same for me in a different way. It feels delicate and soft and warm. Like a sunny spider web. Is that weird? I am weird, so itβs probably weird.
very nice ! melancholy and light ...
The choice made that caused me to pause, βpoetsβ for poems. Thatβs where I most felt the haunting in the verse but also whimsy / play / hope. I saw many baby poets or poets as many as poems in the world. I loved this.
LQ! This gave me gooseflesh!
I absolutely adore it!
fabulous!
To me, this feels like autumn turning into a philosophy of survival. The world breaks, the light bleeds, and poetry somehow keeps multiplying. Absolutely magnificent.