Over the years it is becoming clear the rift between painting a word picture and taking readers along on a string of words; and somewhere in there is a solitary conjoining of both, which could be thought of as everyt poet's holy grail. And for that we are always ever a day closer. Thanks most kindly, Patricia and happy new year.
I could only plead guilty to word cloaking and cryptic communication. It is both a gift and a curse and of late reconcocting to employ it as a cure. Even so, thank you so much for your always much appreciated feedback! Happy New Year!
I am but a self-centered simpleton; surrendering instead to welcome the cryptic community with open arms. It is volunteers like yourself that pave the road to those new-age revelations!
Your lilting voice summons a
Your lilting voice summons a panorama of images I could float away on. A classical indulgence. Loving it!
Over the years it is becoming
Over the years it is becoming clear the rift between painting a word picture and taking readers along on a string of words; and somewhere in there is a solitary conjoining of both, which could be thought of as everyt poet's holy grail. And for that we are always ever a day closer. Thanks most kindly, Patricia and happy new year.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
So very evocative . . . for
So very evocative . . . for me, it summons forth a sunlit, warm afternoon in early Autumn; the kind I have always loved since childhood.
Enjoy effulgent days, and exquisite nights,
unto the exultations of Heaven.
Starward
What the Muse and verse
What the Muse and verse summons is something quite sublime like a shared secret in a special time!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
Alongside thy commentary
Alongside thy commentary divinely chimed!
I never dreamed what it would be like
To cherish a creative son -Imagination
I could only plead guilty to
I could only plead guilty to word cloaking and cryptic communication. It is both a gift and a curse and of late reconcocting to employ it as a cure. Even so, thank you so much for your always much appreciated feedback! Happy New Year!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
I am
I am but a self-centered simpleton; surrendering instead to welcome the cryptic community with open arms. It is volunteers like yourself that pave the road to those new-age revelations!
I never dreamed what it would be like
To cherish a creative son -Imagination
Hopefully the roads being
Hopefully the roads being paved are fresh revealing in an age that is unfolding.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform