A (Pause) centering

This is soulful. The details. The measured pace of your description. It comes to life with gentle force, the intangible yet undeniable presence of spirit. I find it utterly endearing. So much is moving beneath the surface of this single scene, as all rivers flow into the ocean, there is a tale of nuanced emotion here, this snapshot pause, before flowing off into the life stream.

I was watching a movie over breakfast, a tale a young man trying to escape the Nazi's as they censure what they call  the "degenerate" art and artists, whose abstract and startling forms capture depth of feeling the tyrannical regime cannot fathom or seeks to repress. I was thinking, they could make ten million movies just about WW2 and still it would be a drop in the bucket of all the heartbreaking stories of this world, with their tragedies and triumphs. It must be one of our many purposes here, to discover self and no self, to discover the emptiness of separate selves, when all is interconnectedness. That is what I feel in your writing, the awareness of interconnection. Namaste brother.

interconnection-Indeed My Brother

Appreciate You, Your abundant kindness!!!

To most of my Writes they tend to be more about their pace or breath.
I think this is a layover from being a musician, music or tempo being the importance to me.
I love the roll of certain words tied together of course, yet it  tends to be the rhythm to it all.
Knee-jerk rhythms are fun at times too, yet Writes as this are more of the heart or it's need for it...so no knee-jerks lol

This being about centering and being , taking the breath and acceptance... keeps it's tone even...I wanted a bit more description despite the tone being set, yet didn't live up to how I envisioned...Oh well, at times it's like that, somedays deliver better delivery ...but the whole point of the "feeling" at least was put in ok.

Your time and energy Always appreciated Brother Daniel!!!

I really appreciate the insight. I am going to read it over a few more times, with this in mind, but I can already feel the truth of it.

So much imagery evoked, one have to pause and read again.
I like Daniel's initial comments and I agree completely. Good read, Soul.

Awww Thank You Grace, I'm so glad it grabbed You enough for a multi-read.
It is truths in moment, whether by need of action , it was/is put to place...at times I am fortunate to place the actual with the Written subject.

So so good. agree with Daniel too. very moving.

An Honour to see You here Nomoth, Appreciate You!!!

That terse opening then what follows, evocative and lovely.  "The fountain being what drew her out."  It's your writing that  draws me in.  Well worth multiple reads, my friend.

Thank You Good Sir, that is the effect I truly wanted to convey.
I am often at wonder if I pull such things off until I receive such a comment.

Top shelf Mister Soul, this is gorgeously woven.
I feel as one gets older they tend to be more reflective of the past and most definitely see the road ahead for what it is, and what its worth.

And this is worthy of a nomination in POM, good luck.

Jesus Layla You're too good to me, TY for such an Honour -much coming from You.
Yes, You are absolutely correct about the aging ...character oddity:
As a child, even up to young teen, I had often fantasized or day-dreamed of getting old, at times to planning out  a cane, type ...anyways...goofy child..
In the sense of why this was implanted was I was the only child of a big family, often cared for by Grandmother and great-grandmother as a wee fellow.




Are You still scribbling paper?

I'm trying but darn it, sometimes those lines take a flight of their own ;)

sounds of spray gently coax the very own submersion and massage to mind

I love when poets catch moments with this kind of reflection and simplicity...….
this is excellent work doll

You are too good to me Calamity thank You for such a kind comment, I love having You visit-Honoured!!!

good...cuz im unlikely to stop visiting anytime soon

You should be writing novels.  I'm sure every page would be as enchanting as this.

I slipped up a lil more than I should've on some of those middle to late lines...just a tad missing made it more cumbersome a flow than it should've...and by all rights I should've  tidy'd it up.


It really means much to me that You visited Mags :D
And I remember how bold text hurts Your eyes , so it means double to me You spent time with this lil ditty.


sigh, my bane...I like what I write at THAT moment...then I read it twenty minutes later pfffffft start the scoffing hehee
But tis very very kind what You say Hellion-Thank You!!!

Noire really enjoyed your poetry and I see why.

You are very kind, Your time and comment mean much, thank You for  checking me out!!!

This leaves me with much to think about.
Tempting to read the comments below for clues, but I won't.  The bolded poem sets a tone (my interpretation only) of one's inevitable cage in the measure of time, followed by a scene 8n which a journey is either beginning or ending.
I view it as both.  One path intersects with another.

I wish I could tell you how much I miss you, buddy.

I’ll see you soon, just like you said.