I can't thank you enough for reading my story!:
I was inspried from the song "Sunshine on my shoulders, makes me happy!"
As I came through the door to my office, the sunshined through the room
and laid on the wall and the room was heated by the warm moring sun!
It pleased me to see that you replied, Thank you!
This beautiful piece makes me: This beautiful piece makes me think of a lost friend. I hope it will not be for ever, but the sentiments - many a night I have walked and felt the very sense I now get from reading your poem.
I did not learn these things: I did not learn these things in kindergarten (didn't start going to school until 1st grade), but had already learned these things at home. Kids are better at resolution than adults - at least back in the day. Hard to say now, as children rarely socialize anymore.
I love this poem. It's: I love this poem. It's beautifully cynical. Actually, it flips cynicism inside out, away from innocence and the simple beauty of living; instead towards where it belongs. An instant favorite of mine upon discovery. Thank you. :)
To a degree, I think this is: To a degree, I think this is possible. Perhaps, generally, it is doable. It's an endearing thought. In some cases, though, I'm not sure seeking happiness actually serves us well. There are moments where we must embrace other emotions, because they too exist to help us. But I do think your poem - and it's imagery around troubles "sliding" away is, often, good advice. There are many things we do dwell too much on that bring us down in a way that doesn't serve us well.
You have an innate ability to: You have an innate ability to zoom in and out of a scene at just the right moments, on just the right details, with ingenious word choices and crackling snippets of inner monologue that places us, powerfully, inside the character's mind and heart. Such a valuable skill that makes the difference between good and memorable, yes, truly remarkable, writing.
"She drew a breath
And he held it for her.
A silver golden thread of
Possession
Hung between them,"
Here, I'm roped right into her fantasy with your superior brushstrokes of language. Hell, I've been her. I know her! Gorgeous writing. And this:
"He sits and the crystal sweats and
She bobs her head and lets out the breath
He was holding."
The tension swells to a throbbing need, and then: "The threads collapse . . ." and it only gets better from there.
I can't say enough good things about your impressive melding of narrative and eloquence. Just amazing.
With clarity, conviction and: With clarity, conviction and a striking metaphor, you demonstrate true empowerment and self-worth by refusing to settle for cheap imitations of love, no matter how cunningly-wrapped they are in "timeless promises". A liberating, wise and inspiring work of art. Love!
A compelling backstory waits: A compelling backstory waits to unfold. I'm certainly intrigued by the dramatic questions swirling in this skillfully woven scene. Great writing that hooks the reader within seconds.