I feel truly honoured to have: I feel truly honoured to have connected with your expression in the way you intended. It’s a rare and beautiful thing when art and understanding align so effortlessly. Thank you for your luminous gratitude and for sharing your brilliance with us. The world is brighter with poets like you!
These evoctive words feel: These evoctive words feel like a heartbeat, steady and luminous, weaving their way into something deeper than memory. They capture love—not just in moments or places, but as something elemental, something forged from fire and breath—so breathtaking. It feels like an invitation to step into a universe where connection isn’t bound by time or space but is written into the very essence of being. Thank you for sharing this; it's a reminder that love isn’t only found, it’s recognized, awakened, and lived.
Thank you for your stellar: Thank you for your stellar gift! To be appreciated is fulfillment enough, but to receive it wrapped in exquisite language and the artistry of kindness, is sublime. May every blessing come your way.
I’m deeply moved and simply: I’m deeply moved and simply stunned by your deep dive into my expression. You unwrapped it precisely how I wanted it to unfold and you spotlighted the epicenter with profound insight and gorgeous artistry.
Beaming with gratitude, accomplished and luminous Poet!
Here, amidst the solemn: Here, amidst the solemn reflections, there is rebirth. "Ascending into life born out of one thrown away determined to live" can be seen as a declaration of resilience, of finding meaning beyond the ruins of lost time. The poem does not reject life—it embraces it, acknowledges love, the raising of children, the possibility of seeing the world truly for the first time. It whispers that despite all that passes, despite what is lost, there is still something left to grasp. Most thouroughly enjoyed.
This feels like a quiet: This feels like a quiet surrender to the present—an acceptance of stillness, of solitude,
of the ambiguous space between despair and peace.
The imagery is striking, sculpting a world where even movement is frozen,
where mist becomes memory and silence carries a weight of its own.
There's something deeply reflective about this—acknowledging the bleakness yet refusing to reject it,
instead finding meaning in its eerie beauty.
The final lines hold the most power. "I'll take Now" can be seen as statement of choice,
of willingness, of recognising that the present—however stark,
however imperfect—is all there is. In that acceptance, there is a kind of freedom.
Even in stillness, even in quiet desolation, there is room for thought,
for existence, for the smallest fragments of hope.
Should the reader be feeling the pull of solitude, the weight of reflection, we can know that we are not alone in it.
And maybe, like the poem suggests, there is something to be found in simply being—
without needing to force an answer, without needing to define where we are.
Sometimes, it is enough to simply exist. We are here, and that is what matters.
Many thanks, Starward-Led. It: Many thanks, Starward-Led. It could offer cluelike glimpses into the psyche of the people and cultures from which they sprang! Fascinating stuff
Every line of this: Every line of this silver-toned, softly lilting summary of life’s journey is a tribute to all of us who walk this human path. It’s very enlightening, even cathartic, to take such a broad and honest assessment of one’s life as you did in these melodic stanzas.
You speak with aching eloquence, a silken voice and wistful reflection about relatable regrets, an untouchable past and priceless experience that, in the end, amounts to a life well lived and years well spent regardless of what was unfinished.
A striking contemplation that floats upon the heart. Well done!
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