the hedgerows

Dear N,

Gorgeous photo aside, your poem had a sobering effect for me. As I re-read it I called myself to task in wondering about opportunities I may have missed because I was preoccupied and made myself unavailable for openness and inclusion. Then I turned it around and read it as being there always whenever needed. I fell quite short in that scenario but a loved one experiencing a separation in whatever situation it was touching to realize that someone was there. Phone, text, email etc.
I had a good time going in many directions with your lovely write.
H🌷

Thanks so much H. yes, I relate very much to your thoughts and feelings on being unavailable for openness and inclusion. The ending I hoped would remain ambiguous. I am definitely an 'inside'/ interior person but I always wanted to convey that I was inside the relationship also and inside empathically with the other.

Thanks so much again H.

Love the way in which you speak to the narrative of being upon the cusp of something still yet to flourish, even though you acknowledge being embedded deep inside; just awaiting the moment in which your seed would nourish you both blossom !

A stunningly gorgeous but tender write...🔥

That's a beautiful reading shadow and has given me some lovely new light to consider.

Thank you so much.

This is a stunning depiction, nomoth. It reminds me of the intimacy of which poets of old were not afraid to reveal to their lovers or readers. Vulnerability is a majestic trait to possess, particularly when one writes.

Thanks so much A. Have been 'studying' some classic landscape black and white photographers particularly Léonard Misonne  who said 'The subject is nothing, light is everything'
It really caught my eye, that idea.

Again, thank you so much for those kind words.

I think you and I share a common thread in our ability to be vulnerable and raw with our written word. I think you play the notes more beautifully, though. And this piece is a perfect example of your beauty and vulnerability. I’m always whisked away when I read your work.
It was inspiring the first time I read you, and continues to be.

That is one of the nicest and kindest comments I have received.

I will leave it at that:)  except to say a big thank you.

It's something I often attempt to teach, to have the awareness to paint and potrait of images through the words, to create dimensions imbued with feeling that speaks to you on a level deeper than the words, that opens the heart like a window and its pain becomes the sweetness of life.