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Propensus
common cattails
bowing gracefully
to the coming changes,
their toes still cooling
in the muddy edge
of the marsh,
while Autumn’s chilly breath
and Summer’s toasty fingers
argue over who will lay claim
to my bare ankles
bowing gracefully
to the coming changes,
their toes still cooling
in the muddy edge
of the marsh,
while Autumn’s chilly breath
and Summer’s toasty fingers
argue over who will lay claim
to my bare ankles
Published 7th Sep 2020
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8th Sep 2020 1:28pm
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9th Sep 2020 4:41am
9th Sep 2020 4:51am
I love that concept; being open and aware of that Invisible world we all at some point come to take for granted. But, that’s where all the magic exists, yeah? Thank you, Loki 💜
The spaces between and the minute comforts? Taken for granted when handed to us. But when comfort runs to hunger, nothing drowns out the awareness. We can only bear the weight without baring to the strait.
But damn, the reminders of the vaaaast valleys of sensation and the pinned data points expanded unto self-indulgence? Therein belies a mantra of gratitude. Why your verse uplifts, as it always has the life essence-investment recipe.
As well as an unpacking of so much minutaie that the blood and organs of a moment accordion open. When the value and qualia of each is soaked in, time gets to sloooowing. Those moments honored become snowglobes to the reader
Literally more data is packed in that perceptive wave than in a cursory glance or a hard contemplation. Quantum feeds, magic indeed
But damn, the reminders of the vaaaast valleys of sensation and the pinned data points expanded unto self-indulgence? Therein belies a mantra of gratitude. Why your verse uplifts, as it always has the life essence-investment recipe.
As well as an unpacking of so much minutaie that the blood and organs of a moment accordion open. When the value and qualia of each is soaked in, time gets to sloooowing. Those moments honored become snowglobes to the reader
Literally more data is packed in that perceptive wave than in a cursory glance or a hard contemplation. Quantum feeds, magic indeed
9th Sep 2020 1:38pm
“Those moments honored become snowglobes to the reader.”
I quite love this 💜
I quite love this 💜
9th Sep 2020 8:58am
Dear L,
Ah, that twilight twixt seasons. And never knowing exactly how to dress for the day because it’s so damn cold in the morning then so damn hot by afternoon as nature dukes it out. Beautiful descriptive of literal season changes and fabulous metaphor in life as who gets to claim your soul. You’ve an amazing pen that never fails to captivate your reader and the places you take them. H🌷
Ah, that twilight twixt seasons. And never knowing exactly how to dress for the day because it’s so damn cold in the morning then so damn hot by afternoon as nature dukes it out. Beautiful descriptive of literal season changes and fabulous metaphor in life as who gets to claim your soul. You’ve an amazing pen that never fails to captivate your reader and the places you take them. H🌷
9th Sep 2020 1:39pm
We only get a few of these days between seasons here in the tundra; perhaps that’s why I really notice them now. Thank you as always, Honoria 💜.
10th Sep 2020 4:50am
There is the gentle magnification that subtly points to the unfolding of awareness, of personal revelation, it's spirit flows in the intimate and organic details of the write. Unity, vividness, clarity, flow, sensitivity, especially economy, all in wonderful proportion.
10th Sep 2020 5:02am
11th Sep 2020 6:39pm
Oh! This is lovely! your imagery and word choices are just stunning. well done!
(p.s. i'm wondering why in the world i've not read you before!)
(p.s. i'm wondering why in the world i've not read you before!)
