from a tin can

Phew. That final line though. . .

Sometimes you have to rip it out, Andrew.

Tell me you see the spirits in that photo?

thanks A and yes. :)x

Before I opened it, when I read the title, I had two impressions. First I thought for some reason of a beloved book by Tom Robbins called Skinny Legs and All, I suppose because a tin can is one of the characters. Then I suppose I projected the somberness of my current mood into the image and I thought of an opened and emptied tin, discarded on a solitary shelf or buried in a refuse heap and I sat with that feeling for a moment. When I read the content, there seems a very relatable mixture of both despair and prayer, a very honest confessional resonance strikes me and it is a powerful thing to speak from such depths. Amidst the everything we think and feel, haunted in remembrance, it can be difficult to truly know anything about ourselves. One day I'm strong, another wounded, one day sure, another unsure, I suppose that we change is the only truth. Anyhow, I think its powerful in it's soulful brevity. And don't worry about when and if you make a reply brother.

Thanks Daniel:)

Dear N,

This is a beautiful and rough poem for me. It felt lonely. I’m sure to have projected my own ick in that thought but the picture is hauntingly beautiful with these alluring words “ soon
wine, just o'er
...infusing spirit
into dead matter.” I’ve felt that pain of filling my emptiness with a bottle of red and it’s just lonely.
Incredible write. H🌷

Thanks H. I dont think you had to project,  you caught my intention perfectly.

Thanks again so much.

Daniel beautifully captured the essence to me. Think it was Dorothy Parker who wrote "I wear my heart on my sleeve like a red, wet stain." Honest & poetically crafted. Rob

Thanks Rob:)