It isn’t separate, is it? It’s lovingly tangled and knotted for reasons only dreams and sheets know while barbed wire attempts to hold and scent mixed with sense only deepens the tangles we keep. Really lovely. Today your book is to land in my paws.
I don’t think anything is as separate as we pretend; we do like our sense of individuality, however, and so we imagine we are different.
Oh noes! 🙀 [Runs and hides.]
Warning: there’s not much in the way of Norse myth in spite of the Amazon classification. Nor can I claim that there is much magic between the covers. There are words, however. 😐
Haha! I’ve been saving telling you it is to be in my paws since yesterday. I wasn’t expected it hold anything but you, really. If it’s anything like the poetry you share here, I’ll love it.
We imagine we and things can be different- this time. I guess separating out is really trying to find the puzzle piece words to describe a whole. Experiences are just so big that capturing the whole of it in words is quite the undertaking. We don’t want to cheapen it and we don’t want to overindulge it either. Your poem is balanced which is impressive to me.
That is where I disagree a tiny bit. Words are totally magic.
That is my desire to drop you a line or two-
Once I am well fed of the words.
Yes, but style kind of stays the same. Influences do.
No, rarely do others see words as magic which is why it’s-
Such a responsibility we hold this truth.
Sure does feel like we lose a lot of our dreams as we get older. But we try nonetheless. But I sure am familiar with those barb wire memories and sweat-stained sheets.
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Wow, this is good! Bizarrely pretty much along the themes into which my mind has plunged today.
Thank you, Chris. It’s a theme that’s been on my mind for a short while too. Wonder if there is a connection.
One of those things in the ether…but also a chicken and egg situation!
Beautiful. I love how feminine dream and sheets feel, while the masculine feels in the wire and musk.
Thank you, I appreciate it. Things feel all tangled up in my mind. Who can separate it all?
It isn’t separate, is it? It’s lovingly tangled and knotted for reasons only dreams and sheets know while barbed wire attempts to hold and scent mixed with sense only deepens the tangles we keep. Really lovely. Today your book is to land in my paws.
I don’t think anything is as separate as we pretend; we do like our sense of individuality, however, and so we imagine we are different.
Oh noes! 🙀 [Runs and hides.]
Warning: there’s not much in the way of Norse myth in spite of the Amazon classification. Nor can I claim that there is much magic between the covers. There are words, however. 😐
Haha! I’ve been saving telling you it is to be in my paws since yesterday. I wasn’t expected it hold anything but you, really. If it’s anything like the poetry you share here, I’ll love it.
We imagine we and things can be different- this time. I guess separating out is really trying to find the puzzle piece words to describe a whole. Experiences are just so big that capturing the whole of it in words is quite the undertaking. We don’t want to cheapen it and we don’t want to overindulge it either. Your poem is balanced which is impressive to me.
That is where I disagree a tiny bit. Words are totally magic.
My style has evolved somewhat, but that’s normal for most people. I’m more sensitive to the economy of words now, for instance.
I hope you like it. You’ll have to drop me a line or a comment and let me know.
Well, of course words are magic. Not everyone sees it that way, however. 😉
That is my desire to drop you a line or two-
Once I am well fed of the words.
Yes, but style kind of stays the same. Influences do.
No, rarely do others see words as magic which is why it’s-
Such a responsibility we hold this truth.
Looking forward to it. 🙂
I’m sorry, once again teasing doesn’t translate in text. I didn’t mean to be arrogant. I am looking forward to it as well. Thank you.
I took it as teasing. I’ve started picking up the tone of it when you do. No worries. 💙
Ok. I’m grateful, thank you.
Sure does feel like we lose a lot of our dreams as we get older. But we try nonetheless. But I sure am familiar with those barb wire memories and sweat-stained sheets.
I’m often haunted by dreams that are transient and ephemeral. I enjoy them when I can while I can.
But, och, those regrets seep in just often enough to make things bittersweet, don’t they?
I never thought I’d have those regrets. But I guess that’s part of a life lived. Sometimes I wonder, what the heck was I thinking.
I know, right? If you could give younger self a kick in the ass it might help old self feel a lot better.
Haha. That’s for sure. But I guess it lead to lots of experience.