Blurred Latitudes

I'm glad you like it, this line troubled me a little bit, actually.

Thanks, Gabriel!

stunning portrait. what pain & mystery define her...

Ah, Feddeler, you have an eye for the mysterious... I am honored you noticed this one.

Thank you!

there's something about this that speaks of defiance and resignation, an eternal loss for the protagonist ... yet written with a lithe pen

Thank you, Lobo. That is high praise indeed.

I had not intended to weave in defiance, but these writings sometimes take on a life of their own. Thank you for breathing oxygen into this one.

Deft portrait of hopelessness - even dawn fails to bring a new day - cool draft Atakti

Thank you for the observation, whale, appreciate it.

:)

Interesting how hope and helplessness follow darkness and light, respectively.

Well, it's about time we shake up light and dark as the age-old symbols of good and bad, hope and despair.

Thanks, Turtle...

:)

This poem, Atakti, luv :-*, disturbs me so much it hurts and in a frustratingly needful way! There is catharsis in there, damn it! I am haunted by the need for those scissors in every room; familiarity there in that.

Nothing is as innocuous as it seems, is it: not moonlight, nor opals, nor succor itself?

I am in awe and drop at your literary feet. :-*

Savaja, you are too kind. You have reached into the crux of the write. Vulnerability has an impact of its own.

Thank you.