on underwater, love, and dust

jaysus, where to start with this. talked about how some poetry can bring eyeballs on a dance through the stanzas. it's a wholly enjoyable experiance

I expect there's a thousand different ways to take the title. me, I like to think  underwater points or correlates to early life, the beginning and so forth

theres a really nice, dare I say beautiful narrative which flows from the first three words through the body. clever, striking. this is a keeper, lady

I applaud your clever striking-ness, or isit striking cleverness


hat tip

aw, lep, you're a kind one. this poem was pushed out really suddenly, but I needed it in front of me.  

it's pretty to see the different takes people have on underwater. beginnings seem especially poignant because we all came from water, evolutionarily, on a larger scale, and our mothers' wombs. my personal message here for it was the feeling I get dropping to the bottom of an empty pool, or floating with my ears under the water, eyes closed... or even going under the waves in the ocean. it's peace and feels like complete, inward-facing solitude. not to mention, the flip side of it is a chance of drowning. also goes with it [:

and I'm glad you like the three word start.. because the first and last lines are both separated from the poem, I tend to put them back together in my head after the fact.  

I really shouldn't have gone on that much but here we are. thank you [:

Love your three joined runs, nice to see you here, reminds me of years prior yet you've honed in that time. Wish you wellness and joy.

Hey you beautiful human. I really haven't practiced or honed, but you're so right about flashback to the early days... I love watching all the astounding elements of your garden growing and blossoming. Thanks for being here

Revel in that close-your-eyes    
water's-weight-on-eardrum solitude    
    
I want to say I love those lines, but the more I contemplate the lines that follow... and the lines that precede... the more ignorant I'd be to not relish the poem... holistically.    
  
Trying to find a connection between the title and the poem is a distraction... the title for me suggests the birth and death of love... or perhaps the perception of love could be a baptism to some; cleansing, rebirth... and to others they will drown... some kind of near death experience either way.    
   
The connection... perhaps, love... has come back from the dead... again and again... we learn so much about ourselves... in solitude... submerged in our thoughts... swimmers ear... over analysing fucking everything... being grateful of meaningful coincidences... and life, death and love mean nothing and everything... inspiring and beautifully poetic.

case, you are a relief!  
 
I was hoping this thing wouldn't just be taken in a block and I don't think you have. you tend to read slowly letting it sink in, I think (based on our last collaboration, gods, however many years ago) and I very much appreciate that here.  
 
yeah, the title was a pile of washing thrown on top summarising the themes here.. love got in because there is more than just love for another person, and I do tend to focus so much on that aspect of love. but there's a love of existence and a love of experience, gratefulness and the (sometimes) hard work of learning to love oneself. needed it. I was seriously hoping it would come across, as well, that in the end, we're all we've got.  
 
fucksake I'm long-winded today. I meant thank you much for reading, and for your thoughtful comment... I know it's been a while [:

Make the most of your unique life is what I am reading into this piece.

definitely, it's all you and what you make of it. thanks for reading, Snaggy [:

Wow.......
A bit of a Tour de Force, there, my lovely.
(Can there be "a bit of a" Tour de Force?)  Hmmm, i dunno.
Thanks for your  re'appearance in my humble virtual word-studio. One of those "Bright Moments".
dkzk

Ah, you're too kind, saxxman. A bit of a Tour de Force is just fine with me [:

To be honest.

I'm officially not really here ;)
But this piece was such a joy to read, I had to log in and mention that I love, just love, everything you have done here.

I love all the nuggets of wisdom peppered through the lines. I think the one in the closing, is masterfull...

"Know you will be swept away    
as fast as you appeared  
And there will be no meaning here    
 
unless you want it"

I bumped here... At "what" is that purposely placed?

"destroyer of a thousand monsters  
that joy what lifted boulders out your lungs"

I have a world of opinions with regard to the content. But truth be told it was the pace of it, flow, and timing that I find absolutely flawless. It caught me and held the read steady and flowing perfectly.

Thank you for laying this on the table!
Thank you for sharing your lovely art!

Blue Skies at you!
<3

you're an awfully potent presence for not being here, Al [:

i did get a couple mentions of that rogue "what", but it's purposely placed, as if i hadn't rambled with the sentence and broken it up, it would say that that specific joy "[is] what lifted" the boulders out the lungs. so it may be a bit of a tripper, but i can't bring myself to change it as it's grammatically right for what i meant, haha - i'm willing to take it

i'd love to hear your opinions sometime, as she's probably a two-parter, where it's good to be alone as well as it is to not. contentment is one of those things i need to speak to myself about, so you can eavesdrop right here

Lovely to see you sweep through, Al x

I travelled back a bit for this one.  And it was worth it.

"Water's weight on eardrum solitude" -  That is extremely original.  It's incredibly insightful.  
The whole thing is incredible.  I consider this write an early Xmas gift to me, because it's new to me.