What makes this genuinely: What makes this genuinely moving is the magnetic pull between two opposites who turn out to be one soul on the same journey of acceptance and fulfillment. In spite of great opposition and high-stakes disapproval, love finds a way and becomes something unbreakable, enduring, even sublime.
A tender, deeply touching story with a strong sense of place and time. Always a pleasure to read these additions to your series.
Here, nature and love-making: Here, nature and love-making are so breathtakingly entwined that this fine-crafted poem becomes a living thing. Authentic, unleashed and blissful. Amazing work!
This little gem truly rocks!: This little gem truly rocks! The sensuality, made palpable with serpentine movement and beguiling images, is intense and astonishing. The wordplay: cunning. The entire creation: a huge success.
Respect and applause!
One hundred percent: One hundred percent agree!
With agility, clarity and wisdom, you gave the enlightened minority permission to guard their energy from emotional vampires; to prioritize authenticity and inner peace (and the reason we are in this world to begin with) over superficial, toxic relationships that may be in their own families. Then the path to "become/ who you are meant to be" is much smoother.
Very liberating and empowering guidance with a title that is a poem itself. Pure gold! Just can't praise this enough.
It’s in your blood:
No matter what, keep writing… it’s pure medicine. It has kept me going more times than I can count. And I’m sure that’s true for a whole lot of people who write. It’s a form self medication. And it can right the course of our ship more often than not. So keep with it. You've got a clear expressive quality. It’s in your blood.
the essence in four lines:
I've bled my last – give a fuck
Forgotten what feeling felt like
No heart strings left to cut
Now there's only fade to numb
This – this is the brilliant heart of it.
These four lines are the perfect poem, just by themselves.
let it lap and fill you:
Sometimes when darkness becomes a harbour, we need only lay back and stop navigating, to feel the warm sensuous lap of the sea.
the fundamental impulses always remain intact: As I grow older, I become deeper inclined to believe that Nature is a finely choreographed dance of sexual impulses – not far removed from the postulations of Sigmund Freud. Sexual energy is both a dynamo – and the impulsive glue, energizing and holding it all together.
And it transcends whatever age we may be, as those fundamental impulses always remain intact.
THank you, and please forgive: THank you, and please forgive my delay in reply. I am hospizatlized at the moment with septic blood, and sometimes irrgegular heartbeat.
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I am grateful for your understanding and validation of my intentions in the poem.