Cerulean Reflections   (Soliloquy)

Good poetry reads easily,well argued 'ink's' is out of place . . . .it always is  .  .  . I.Ilke this piece

Mr. Kexby,..you caught me on that one, yes ink..i know its not something you're ever favor of..but i will work on replacing it with something else..i have to put on my thinking hat.

This is the best you have written,It has a style taken from tradition but not slavishly a style most will be able to Identify . . .if only vaguely  .  .  . far above the poetry of the general DUP A reason to hang on a little longer

I think the use of "ink" is perfect in syntax and harmony with the rest of the word weave around it. Each to their own.

Stunning piece Vee, immaculate imagery evoked. Great as always.




~anonshadow😏

Thank you my dear friend..once in awhile its nice to put something different out there than the norm... actually i do that for my own motivation lol

the word 'archaic' gets a bad rap;
I like this definition: characteristic of an older period.
your poem is fresh yet aged like exceptional wine;
& there is beauty in the archaic...

It's definitely a word we don't see all that often and most certainly applied to style of writing that seems to have faded away.  There is beauty in the language but more importantly the beauty is within the sound of words and arrangment of them..and to have found a place in your RL John its quite an honor, thank you :)

I love the word soliloquy, drew me in. I was not disappointed, this was an excellent write Vee.

UV my friend, such praise from you is quite flattering knowing how you weave your words with magic in delivery and execution.  Thank you so much for enjoying this.

Rina, I wake up every morning with thoughts similar to "O' soul, how could twilight's dawn appease " I identify with the duality in this piece. The image that comes to mind is a tree split down the middle by lightening. How will it then grow, forever split  or will it fuse together once again unified. My fondest desire is to quit my duplicitous existence and become a whole, and genuine Bob. You express so well this struggle. Bravisima Lady Vee.

O.o if you know that duality then we're both in trouble GW.  lol  
Sometimes thinking too much is not a good thing but it does result in phenomenal conversations with the self...although  lately i'm reserving it when i go to the store and i have to decide between black or blackest black of mascara ;) and then i lose the battle and both come home with me.  
 
I've dabbled before in this type of poetry, actually earlier on when i used to be more adventerous trying different types and forms, tapping to it came fairly easily but its definitely an acquired taste as far as the reading audience is concerned but i'm so glad to see yours and everyone's praise for this poem.  

A soliloquy... some soliloquy Rina! am no poet.. this one is poetry at it's best so...that puts me in a bind...like what can and would a jungle man do when he comes across a cheque of a Million dollars in his hands?? a dilemma indeed I am in as to how to express the true appreciation for a gem of such value!

clueless KDAmB!
warm regards!

I'm hoping when you find that check, you'd split it with me :)  But with an awesome comment like this, i feel i did win million bux, thank you so much KD, you're the best!

A very different tone I. This one my dear BUT still as excellent, as always :)

Nothing amiss about a variation in tone. It is something laudable in fact. Beyond the fact my writes often display a great deal of emotion and tend to be voluminous, I would argue that they often display variations in several departments, including tone. Versatility is something to be celebrated. Agree that it is a beautifully woven piece.

Ahh, yes. I always feel refresh'd and quiescence yet a little
turbulent when voyaging your page. I know at times in
silence but I need a corner with a small lamp to read you.
Trust my Vee, you're poetry is loved and admired.

Miss ya darling.



-Howlings

This felt like meditation...like drifting between two worlds ..like feeling whole and torn at the same time....unable to be fully present in either .desiring both equally..pulled by both yet refusing to choose

Fav line
"my reasoning will grow in hands of cold. " that line gave me chills..so beautifully eloquent is your pen..loved this

Mo Chara.....

This is truly a stirring scribe....such eloquence of expression.....as if you were somehow channeling the Bard, himself--and i do mean this as a compliment!! Although, in comparison,i believe he would be considerably more than envious of this one!
Even your choice of cerulean is such a perfect one....given the fact this particular blue seems to be associated with a certain sense of " depth" of color....(as perhaps one might associate with introspection.....a self-examination that is less shallow....more soul-deep--regarding one's place in life!

This is one of your most outstanding pieces!

Vee, my words are inadequate when trying to measure the brilliancy that resides in your poetry. Your mind floors me at times. Love this!  xo

To say I love the style is an understatement!!!
To say there's layers....equal the understatement!!!
You Are Who You Are to me- Priceless!!!
There is no halfway for this- hence being on my RL soon as Written.
I can hear Your voice and the gears in Your mind and Heart-Perfectly!!!

I agree with much that has been elucidated about your piece already. The duality and contrast of twilight's dawn. I have a poem entitled Twilight's Dawning in my book in print. I use it as a metaphor of the peace and enlightenment we find in the midst of turbulence and confusing. An oasis that is born of such conditions as the press of earth forms a diamond or a thunderstorm births a rainbow, sorry to be so terribly cliche in my metaphors. :P Also agree that it has a lovely semi classical tone. We are in the era of beautiful hybrids of ancient and modern thinking, with so much of what remains available to us and so much innovation abounding. My favorite part is hands of cold. Great write.

Luv the inspiration inscribed in this vibe.
It pulls my mind's inward toward introspection.

It was a joy journeying through the catalogue
of your earlier works, Vee
I be back soon enough.

Much respect
Naaj