Gilded

We do seek comfort.......though it may kill us.  Regards, Robert.

Yeh, depends on the comfort. But yes, I can think of many comforts that could do us in. Thanks, Robert.

I get it. Comfort or the pain of growing.
Excellent.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Grow pains are my constant, but I think I’m okay with that. I’d rather the pains over stuck in (comfortable) discomfort.

Dear E,

Well, I think we’re meant to step outside the wingless cage but for me, I’ll always take the sure thing which is the comfort and devil I know. 😏 maybe someday I’ll grow up. This is a spectacular poem. It’s meter, format, message…simply perfect. H🌷

I’ve been feeling the pain of growth in the past year, and it’s full steam ahead. I think I am at a place where I no longer want to just feel comfortable, because usually it’s uncomfortable and I figure if it’s going to be that, I may as well be making some sort of progress. Oi. Thanks, H!

I think Step Out

I think so as well.

As long as you keep writing and sharing with us, that's what is important to me. Because I get selfish with the good stuff to read. Like this.

Eee!! I’ve been dormant because I’m working on my first book, and I didn’t want to be tempted to submit here until I was at least almost finished with it. Plus the muse has been a fickle bitch so I haven’t been writing much. Thanks, Styx!

I can’t imagine what would be better ☺️

Down right brutal but a beautiful thoughtful evocation,

Felt this, yes.

Thank you for coming by and having a read.

I've read this like 6 times and tried to come up with an answer.
You kinda know  me, what do you think I would say ?

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“Step out of that cage”

And I’m also sure you’d tell me to go ahead and peck at what-the-fuck-ever I want to 😁

(I think I nailed that. What do you think?)

Xx

Totally right on
Read me straight up

I remember, you remember

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This took me to a slightly different place I think. The title of ‘gilded’ and then the metaphor of a cold blanket to cool the core made me think of the most gold plated thing I could think of - churches.

The next part questions faith to the core. Do we stay inside of what we know and all
its majesty, or do we step out. Do we embrace our own spirituality, our own paths, or stay in our comfy little boxes.

This is just where this poem took me. It’s an intriguing question that it posed on reading it and the bravery that it inspires. Thank you.

I love your interpretation of this piece. Sometimes (mostly if I’m being honest) I am just writing from a deep, emotional place. The words just come out and I’m left to decide what it all means.
I like to know others’ interpretations. It’s fun and sometimes I see my own work in a different light.
Thank you!

I enjoyed the imagery,
And the mystery.
Regards
James

Thank you very much.

I have to admit, the enigma behind these lines can have many interpretations but the "Peck at hands that comfort us" line leaves me wondering about where we are and how we choose to deal. Just when I think I knew poetry, you leave in wondering.

Nicely done Eerie.