A fragile intensity exhudes: A fragile intensity exhudes form this, like a window just before it cracks. There is a movement through disillusion and fractured perception, trailing the reader through a landscape where artifice and confusion muddles clarity. "Pepper glass" is an evocative phrase that in conjunction with this poem makes it linger in the corner of thoughts.
Something is hypnotic and: Something is hypnotic and dream-spun about this poem—like wandering through a surreal memory where senses melt into each other. The opening lines feel like a gentle reverence for someone radiant, whose presence nourishes and transforms, “her love rains the / water garden beauty”—that image alone feels like soft rainfall through lilacs at dusk. Then the shift: a yearning takes hold. The speaker searching the sky, needing to “recall / the moon / singing,” and it’s both mystical and aching, like trying to remember a feeling more than a fact. The phrase, “honey chant / frantically,” is gorgeously strange—urgency tangled in sweetness.
“Friend storm watcher” might just be my favorite moment. Is it a person, a memory, a piece of the speaker’s own identity? It feels like a quiet nod to someone who understands chaos but finds beauty in it. And final image—“a petal / after worship”—is soft and sacred. Something spent, perhaps, yet still pure. Or maybe that’s the magic—it may mean something different to everyone.
And I believe that poems are: And I believe that poems are birthed for such moments as this, a matrimonial of sorts, as in Shakespearean thought. Only too glad to be a participant in this meeting of the soul-need. A true privilege.
I am so in awe of this poem: I am so in awe of this poem that I can only say, speaking from my soul, this is the poem I needed to see and read today; not simply a reading choice, but the actual soul-need, and this poem addresses and assuages it.
The is so much more to the: The is so much more to the excruciatingly fleeting present of online poetry. We do have to dig for its treasures and sometimes they are quite literally buried unders more recent posts and threads.
Thank you so much for: Thank you so much for unfurling the sails of this poem, allowing it to fly into the expanse of awareness and the cosmos of being.
"Thank you” doesn’t seem to: "Thank you” doesn’t seem to be enough right now. I’m insanely happy that you visited one of my oldies and left the most superb, precise and expansive analysis I could ever hope for. A huge thank you!
This is why I should log in: This is why I should log in here more often. I am richer for reading this vast and delicate glimpse of transcendence.
This is transformative meditation: the absurdities and sorrows of the human adventure seem trivial when contemplating the eons of undaunted breathing and majesty around us: a world that will go on quite well without us.
Experiencing a oneness with the Earth, observing its breathtaking expanse, whims, moods and ultimate resilience, you exquisitely, in language worthy of the grandeur, raise our sights far above this care-laden existence.
Pain is part of the Earthly package, but you learn perseverance from the stormy theater “like the gull that rides the tempest”.
Very inspiring!
No meditation is complete without entering the silence, and you expressed it with finesse and euphoric beauty in the fifth stanza.
This entire expression is an experience, a pilgrimage, a triumph. Applause!
This poem is a kaleidoscope: This poem is a kaleidoscope of movement, memory, and mystery. It is a dreamscape woven from distant places, elemental forces, and surreal shifts in perception. The imagery carries an almost hypnotic rhythm, each stanza unveiling a new layer of longing, reckoning, and transformation.
There is also an interplay between vast landscapes and intimate emotions, as that of a dance of a flamingo in Bali against the quiet surrender of sleep which creates a tension that feels both cosmic and deeply personal. The final lines settle into a whisper, a resolution, a kind of acceptance wrapped in quietude. Thank you for sharing this intricate piece, one that stays on in the mind like an echo of something half-remembered, half-discovered.
Your poem pulses with a raw,: Your poem pulses with a raw, searching energ, like a breath taken in the midst of fire and uncertainty, yet carrying the weight of something profoundly sacred.
The tension, the questions, the dissonance between existence and transcendence —they all weave together into a rhythm that feels both urgent and timeless.
And that final call, the demand for light and warmth, resonates deeply. It is a piece that certainly invites reflection, that challenges perception, and that stands defiantly against the chaos. Thank you for sharing this. Your voice is unflinching, and your words linger.
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