RELATIVE

hold us. hold us from the flying things
& the cabbage fields & the shots fired;
hold us, only to smother further...

thanks JF it's a wild world

This took me right back to the time I would go hunting with my Father... Now, I'm an ethical hunter. I have never once killed anything I have not personally consumed... but the lyrical quality in this, the speed of it, the tiny, skittish muntjac deers I have grown up with, well they just all came to a head in this write. Also going through a bit of a turbulent time family wise, so this write was an amazing metaphor for everything that has been happening recently.

"And the screams in my dream  
Are a whimper at the wake" - I literally took a sharp intake of breath when I read that. It's the perfect finisher, it extinguishes the line between the dream world and the real world. The reader and the writer. Pure magic.

Thank you for the read.

thanks MissSub for this wonderfully insightful comment especially in regard to how it extends across realms and states and personal spaces

I can't quite figure out why I am so taken aback by your writings. I think , it's the genius of the words.
Always when I read your art. I feel incredible. Thank you ..
✨Trish

Thank you Trish- this fantastic comment inspires me

A brilliant piece. 💓
It is so very easy to get lost in your words.
Through your masterpieces, we are taken on a very vivid journey.

wow - your comment is very much appreciated

yes there is a void here - very insightful

I have read this three times and still can't comment, Brother.
sometimes it's not words that respond; it's the heart.

the inspired response my sister when Shchukin saw Matisse Joy of Life he said that work can not be judged except by whether it creates a physiological reaction
Thanks so much for feeling this

The syntax and what I feel I understand of the message of this is beyond erudition, it is superlative, displaying much ease and ability with the quill. Masterfully done.

DC thank you for this contemplation- very much appreciated

Is this about being haunted by the hunted?,

I am extremely curious about this one and
if not, do forgive.. I see myself as a hunter
and it's hot nor cold but cool enough to see
my breath speaking to life of the forest

a trembling hand, thinking please miss but
maybe not

yes my mind takes me weird places for some reason

Adore you my Whale!

haunted sometimes by the unthinking damage I've left behind Milady Malady

uhuh, hmm i got it now.
totally get it hun.

those moments are the
most critical in our learning,
aren't they?

of course, they are, deeply felt