I have made my way through about half of your catalog thus far and am going slow and savouring them. I will comment on some of them in due course as I believe that to be an obligation which is born of enjoyment rather than duty: I had grown disillusioned with poetry as a form of expression, so it is a pleasure to find something which speaks to me and seems rhythmically simple and right - as well as being honest and insightful (I'm amused that it is not Yeats or Thomas or Keats, but an anonymous Blog onto which I have stumbled accidentally and stood stunned and contented).
It's a pity that people don't seem to voice appreciation any more (we still do disdain at least - it's what forums were made for).
For a blog with such quality of writing and thousands of views I would have hoped someone would have told you that your writing is wonderful and that it is not a scream or whisper into darkness ... even the ether has ears though the voice has not yet grown strong.
Belonging is a mere semblance ? A yearning which fawns and feigns its way into a flexible heart ...
ReplyDelete(wrapped around a coffee pot - as flexible as a stripper - but that men love legs not hearts - mean but honest, base butt secure)
... just to flaunt and part
without knowing.
Knowing why she writes so of home
and the wonder of what this
might
mean
with eyes
different from mine
all eyes are
Home and Belonging
Assembling semblances is sometimes
a difficult thing
As difficult as belonging
Or finding that home is a place
of possibility and possibly
already known
thinking South
but never having flown
PS. By disliking "Historical Fiction", I guess you mean "Twilight", right ?
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ReplyDeleteYour poetry is wonderful.
I have made my way through about half of your catalog thus far and am going slow and savouring them. I will comment on some of them in due course as I believe that to be an obligation which is born of enjoyment rather than duty: I had grown disillusioned with poetry as a form of expression, so it is a pleasure to find something which speaks to me and seems rhythmically simple and right - as well as being honest and insightful (I'm amused that it is not Yeats or Thomas or Keats, but an anonymous Blog onto which I have stumbled accidentally and stood stunned and contented).
It's a pity that people don't seem to voice appreciation any more (we still do disdain at least - it's what forums were made for).
For a blog with such quality of writing and thousands of views I would have hoped someone would have told you that your writing is wonderful and that it is not a scream or whisper into darkness ... even the ether has ears though the voice has not yet grown strong.
Keep going and be proud.