12,11,2020 00:25

Liked this
Made me remember
Home cooked meaks
With my ma
The ribbing i used to give her

Thanks for sparking the mememories

cheers' man

kinda miss them myself if I'm honest

thanks for dropping by and leaving your brain print. much appreciated

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Hullo and welcome to this place

am a little envious,. thanks bunches for dropping by and making me so

😂

ah yes, jaysus you go through profiles fairly fast. like a Gremlin who got caught in a rain-storm  

thanks much,  that's a job I done up the road from me. you don't wanna live there.  I'm lucky to have gotten out with minimal bruising, sore ribs, and black-ish eyes. madhouse, mad street  

I dont think she liked the colour, haha  

i sometimes like to come onto your writes and offer honest critique because you ask for it and i know you mean it.

but something about this makes me pause and just want to sit with it and let it sink in instead of throwing my red pen all over the thing. but i will say this: the second stanza made me hurt a bit. loving someone enough to 'catch the flare of your gun' is a hard, but probably the best, love.

well done.

Hullo, Lady

I'm a little two minded now. "cath the flare from your gun" : our language is such here in Eìre that we use 'catch' instead of 'see'  "I'll catch you later"

'did you catch that thing on the tv last night"
kinda thing. so wasn't quite the burn my hands to pieces line that I wish it was now

you're very kind and I do appreciate your presence and words regardless

thanks much

well, you didn't have to tell me! ha!

but i still took your word choice of catch to mean see. "see the flare from your gun" would still make me feel the same way.

so even if you didn't mean it the way i took it....ah poetry!

I like Daisy's interpretation of that line, catch the flare from your gun is so gripping. To me it says a lot of things in few words, which is the essence of economy. The muzzle flare is this silent moment before the devastation, the flash before the mushroom cloud, the calm before the storm. When I read that, I thought of this very human, paradoxical kind of intimacy. To be so close to someone as to feel the heat of the muzzle flare, be blinded by it, nostrils singed by the gunpowder smell, is to be so embroiled in the nowness of life, how everything is all up in the air with covid and all the conflicts of politics, borders, creeds and acclimating to all of it, we're in anticipation of that first flash of powder that sets off the firestorm. And you open the poem with this warming allusion to home and hearth, a place of tranquil times, the two stanzas have a terrifically subtle equipoise.

When I look at your themes, I wonder if it is all metaphorical for some larger sense of the nature of the cosmos, how everything simultaneously collides and devours, but also everything is in a state of continual emergence, moving in smooth arc and orbits, in this cosmic dance. A solar flare could be the muzzle flare of a gun, a star going supernova. And here, on this earth, at a perfect distance from the sun to be neither fried nor frozen, we are sitting at the hearth, enjoying the bounties of the earth, whom is our mother.

Anyhow, the highest compliment I can offer to writing is that it makes me feel and think. I offer this compliment to you, my friend.

Daniel  
 
certainly an honour to have you drop in and share your in depth  analysis. I'm thinking I might have finally made it onto your poetcast segment with it, haha  
 
yeah, themes are the closest I could find for metaphor, they obviously work on some level so happy days there  
 
to be fair, the whole thing is probably a bit more abstract than concrete I think, praps a mix of both.  

I like that the words and especially the themes cause you to think so much I dont generally put any thought into themes  


you're very welcome here and much appreciated when you get here  

shine on

Dear L,

Wonderful write. I enjoyed all the comments above. As I re-read your piece I kept going back to my original thoughts of having choices throughout life and wondering if I made the correct ones. Then I thought, well, no point to worrying about them now they’re past tense. Keep walking forward.  It’s a great write with so many fabulous ways to apply it to your own situation. On the simpler side, you mentioned home cooked meal, now I’m starving! Lovely write. H🌷

Hullo, H

I think on the face if it choices come and go, if I'm honest I could still kick myself bout some of them but mostly have let them go

i do hope you gots food even if it's just s couple of burgers buried deep in the ice of the freezer, ha




thanks bunches for your visit, H and for the words

I won't add much to all the great comments but they definitely show how great this is.
And I will make a home cooked meal for my Mom tomorrow.

well, Look at you with your face and everything  


most everyone is enjoying the home cooked meals. I'd a microwaved bacon and cabbage thing earlier  

you do good work, Lady. almost saintly  


presence and words are much appreciated, thank you

I thought "catch the flare from your gun" meant more "we sit here by the window and wait to see if you set it off to let us know you're ok" or maybe to see whether they're needing help... status either way kinda thing. but that's just my humble interpretation.
with everyone so separate and missing our families and friends with lockdowns and distancing, it's a tough time, but you penned it pretty classy, mister. it didn't feel cliché or overdone or under. keep shining

Hullo, Lady


safe to say your humble opinion is almost spot on. certainly the gun and flare. I'd i"to catch your flare" originally. yeah, tough times indeed, it's a good job you've a mask around your neck.

stay safe, Lady :),

thanks for your presence and tiny footprints. much appreciated  

i feel the nestling warmth & righteous choice ..of peace & destined love .. a birdy~ chirpy 'talking' togetherness ..in an inclusiveness of the species of the nature.. you brim out very humanistic & infectiously in inspiring embrace of all life in s2 l-3,4,5 ..& s2 l-1,2 such truthful philosophical tone ..tat is One absoluteness a truthful soul spells & feels & makes us feel .. the light you spark & shine as sun in uplifting to the core Lep! poem tgat is tge breathing need for such times  & chaos.. in a timelessness  feel . a best from you ..light & love ev Lep :)

Lady  
 
your comments drip poetry. I wouldn't be surprised if your every day interactions and conversations also drip poetry  
 
 
thank you most humbly, most humbled

Hullo

it is enough for me that you find it beautiful, the reason may never appear itself

Thanks much for dropping by and leaving your thoughts. much appreciated

That sentiment at the end lingers long after the poem has finished. Reminds me of gunshots and the ricochet aftermath.

This poem is both peace and war.

I can tell  you now because the time has passed

I wrote this poem for Gabe (Soul) hadn't heard from him in some days hense the flare

His mother had already passed some time ago so I wrote it as the choice he must have faced to give in and join her or hang in there  with us

struck me as a very hard choice to be faced with. so I was moved to words


great to see you here, lady. and thanks bunches for  you visit and thoughts

I miss him. So much.

Glad to see something he would have loved here. And thankies for the welcome back. 🙃

I believe he read it and sent a flare

Yiure welcome

He was one of the few people in this world I could expect nothing but light from. Whenever he stopped by, he always managed to make me smile, and I'm sure he did the same for a lot of others. I'll miss him, he was a pillar of du for me. Someone who was always here, always offering encouragement.
I hope he's somewhere, and that he's happy.