All Gussied Up At The Table of The Normal

It's a everyday fight. Really love the first lines. Set up the poem perfectly.

Thank you DC; as always your words are so kind and very much appreciated 💜

Damn! I usually try to find something specific to comment on, but all I can say is .... Damn!

I don't think poetry gets much better than this.

There is no higher praise to be had, thank you, sir 💜.

And peace to you as well, my dear poetess 💜.

Nice envelope phrase in the opening and close. Love the vivid details as the write progresses. I have a no face policy for my meals. It can have had a face at some point in it's existence, but when the food arrives at the plate, if it has a face, I will not eat. This was the most interesting stanza to me,

"I either      
ghost them      
until they display      
decaying leaves      
in surrender,      
or I smother them      
to death;      
I don’t really have      
an in-between"

I've been thinking about the subtle connotations of this for a while now.

You bring panic across in such visceral elucidation, your struggle and efforts. Great work!

I’ve been ruminating on those same words since I wrote them.  We’ll have to compare notes.  Thank you as always, Daniel 💜.

It looks like you removed that stanza sugah.

It’s still there; my synesthesia demanded i arrange them to suit the images, but didn’t change any of words 💜.

Oh okay I see it. I wanted to compare and connect it to the surrounding stanzas some more for further impression.

Thank you so much for your kind words, and for taking the time to read and comment 💜.

To quote Johnny above damn!
This is incredible! I was so hooked from beginning to end and really enjoyed reading this!
So many excellent lines here
And such power in your words
Love the imagery and love the ending
"I feel the calm      
climbing over the peak      
to call my name      
I count breaths,      
feeling each one      
lengthen,      
ever so slightly      
into the next,        
until my heart      
beats slow and steady      
once more      

panic had plans      
today,      
but she      
didn’t know      
I’ve been      
practicing"
Just excellent love this! 👏🙌

Thank you so much!  It feels so lovely to be heard and to find my word resonated with others.  It’s much appreciated 💜.

Dear L,

First, I’ll be wanting a very personalized signed copy of your yet to be published #1 best seller book of real poetry.

Second, where is this alleged  “at the table of      
The Normal,  ”????

I’d like to dine there someday before I die.

The wonderful way you’ve written the character’s persona of combatting nerves on the inside and exuding calm on the outside while displaying humanness is fantastic! Another home run! H🌷

Thank you, lovely Honoria.  I’m not sure where The Normal table is; I’m too busy eating on the run to ever find it lol.  

Wonderful poetry, Luna. Way to overcome!

Thank you, Ahavati! 💜

Moments burst in your work. The cascade of postcards, flowing nuances discern between disparate states and private rituals. The display of rhythm control parallels the pacing of attachment-detachment breathing practices. Strangely comforting how much art and pain go hand in hand in hurt or healing

I was just having that conversation with someone today - it hurts to write when we’re in pain, but it is our most honest work.  Thank you so much for reading it and seeing the pattern of it 💜.

Panic keeps ruining my food plans and will to cook. I hate her bitch ass.

Sigh... I need practice...

Poetic example of good mental hygiene.

Oh my goddess, you are again, a master of image conjuring. The description of licking the chewed lips put such a zoomed in image in my head.
That first stanza is just amazing.
The entire thing is amazing.
And super relatable in a way i could never describe like you.

Thank you so very much for coming back to read this ❤️

Brilliant....what else can I say.
I'm putting it in my collection of poems to read over from time to time.
🙏

Thank you so much 💙