rother

Dear nomoth,
I haven't yet deciphered what exactly here has happened,
but the narrative debraided my brain in so many strayed yet tethered ends,
that I'm frayed and can't comprehend whether I sit or stand;
and for that I'm happy to be stranded in your discordant wasteland! :)

Thanks so much...you may have described exactly how I felt writing this.

"I can not keep anything straight or under control or at least half forgiven"

great write dearest Nomoth
so full of rich layers and detail...

I can relate ❤

Thank youx

you saw the crux of this.

always appreciated and encouraged

I am trying to wrap my head around it, but I’m too mesmerized to make it happen. I will revisit this several more times, I’m sure. As always, a stunning visual.

P.s. I really like the layout of this piece. I’m digging your new avatar as well.

Lol. Thank you so much,

especially for the RL which is encouraging, I know this maybe over abstracted, Was attempting hopefully a dream sequence of childhood town memories. I will add more themes I think.

Thanks again

You describe it so insightful and stimulating nicely composed brother...respect🙏

Thanks so much Stoney.
Always appreciate your presence.
No worries at all but i am a guy poet not a lady poetess.

again thank you fellow poet.

Respect return to you brother poet I like the rest enjoyed this stimulating spill respect 👊👊👊

not going into the details Nomoth.. this is stunning piece .. as seen in the abstract poetry & its layout picturization you present overall... in all nostalgic whirling~ whorling in deep depths .. that you do as you only do.. its magic mystic shaping up from the bits & pieces that your carefully scatter in your unique artistry taht is inimitable & neverseen in du or elsewhere i had been... Will share this in POM .. as this is yet another PURE MAGIC from your beautiful heartmindbodysoul dear !! Best & Congratzz & shine on as ev :)

Thank you so so much

<3

Your gentle touch into details, violent rises and hushed descents. Your writing is music of infinite depth. It is a masterclass.

Like those first few chords of Beethoven's 5th...one waits knowing the magic that follows...amazing ink N.
🙏 Harry

It's only in childhood we seem to encounter tadpoles!? A topographical stream of memories and childhood itself. Respect. Much. Rob