I have always been inside myself, always a book, a paragraph, a story a fleeting snatch of music in the background, on a bed or in a chair, a child, long ago, once sung to by a mother Spring rains and dreams of blossoming, Summer sings its brown skinned song, Autumn flames trees yellow and green, Winter cold grows inside me. I stare outside deep into the heart of the night, look to the sky, rub eyes filled with stardust, and question the moon: Where is the road I must travel? Is it today or tomorrow? Will you sing a silver song for me? Will you sing me to sleep? Will the sun greet me when I wake? In the end, if it be that we blossom, let me be the rose.
I couldn't reply on the restack for some technical reason (?), so I'll reply here instead.
I think long-form or poetry, or any writing for that matter, is all about the honing and carrying of a message, the plucking of another's emotional strings. A single word or sentence can floor us or carry us away. You do that Paul, with these poems and I really enjoy them.
I can’t say enough about your work. Such long strokes of lyrical magic. So insightful, introspective. Everyone should subscribe.
Thank you, Stan.
I couldn't reply on the restack for some technical reason (?), so I'll reply here instead.
I think long-form or poetry, or any writing for that matter, is all about the honing and carrying of a message, the plucking of another's emotional strings. A single word or sentence can floor us or carry us away. You do that Paul, with these poems and I really enjoy them.
Oh, to "be the rose."
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Beautiful. You made the words blossom like a rose, Paul.
Thank you, Arjan.
Great images. I continue to enjoy your work!
Thank you, David.
Some poetry leaves the reader breathless. Like this.
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Thank you for the restack, Chasey!
Posso cantar todas noites , todas as manhãs
Todas as vezes que você ficar mandão eu lhe canto um canção
Do fundo do meu coração ❣️
Rosas também cantam
Lindamente
Só não as escutamos
E a tua voz ?
Cantando pra mim?
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Morri
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Não
VIVI
Como eu amo a tua voz ! Minha Deusa do céu
Obrigado, Berkana, mas espero que você não me ache mandona. Sempre tentei ser gentil, mesmo que as estações nem sempre tenham sido amenas.
Você é sim gentil! Também
Muito gentil e muito atencioso
Ali comigo, foi muito ❤️
Everything true here.