Putting You Away

Excellent Styx. Your usual intimacy with emotions and vulnerability, which few men are brave enough to admit they own. Captured in your imitable way.

Funny enough, I visited the shore this morning. Skimming dreams across the oceans. It’s almost like a little-death every sea visit, but the waves crash so much hope. Thanks for sharing this. I needed to visit the ocean twice today. Rob. y môr yn llosgi (the sea burns)

Rob
Even your comments are poetry

Thank you so much, Rob.
I live very close to the ocean, and near one of the (rated) best beaches in the U.S..
It's never touristy.  Like a secret for us locals in a way.  You have to take a ferry to it, and there are no added attractions besides just beach.   The way it's supposed to be.

These shells in the pic have been sitting in the bin for awhile.  I notice them every time I go out the door.  May as well use them as part of a theme.

The thing about shorelines, is how they're a beginning and an end.   Whether you're in the water, or not.  

Styx  
There are very few I get excited when something new arrives in the Underground  
You are one of those excitements

Your words make me dig deep as if everything you write is a direct reflection of one of my own personal memories  

You always leave me stranded in my own words

😘

"...always leave me stranded in my own words"
That is actually a great way to be complimented.   Thank you for that.  And the rest.

When someone can pause us, yet only because we are stirring inside, then I would consider that success.  Our own thoughts are taking what they wrote, and visualizing it into ourselves even just a little bit.  We fit ourselves to the write, in a way.  
 Sometimes I will read something and I ask myself "How do they know me!".  
Yet when they wrote it, they wondered if they had said too much about themselves.

We all are twined together by writing.  It's inevitable that some become tied together.  

I appreciate your wonderful comment, LadyFancy.  I like insight .

This is the kind of write I read poetry to find.  Intensely personal, yet I can relate to it.  It speaks to places and times I’ve long since put on shelves of my own.  Beautiful spill.    

Awesome reply, Luna.  Don't we strive to be relevant at least with what we write?
When we write, nothing is finished.  Nothing is truly over.  And we thrive for it.
  We are as vibrant as our pens allow.
Thank you very much for saying what you did.  

I always hope to write something as personal AND universal as this. Also, any imagery to do with the sea/ water is a winner in my book. The potential for metaphor is insane, and of course sand/ shells/ water are practically infinite. Someone posed the question the other days, "how does it make you feel knowing that when you toss a pebble into the sea, you might be the last person to ever see it?" Blew my mind.

Whereas my philosophy is that when the pebble returns, because it will, because the tide says so, it will be more polished.  More valuable.  Therefore, what one person discarded, time rewards second chances.  Even for a pebble.  

I also had fried fish for dinner.  So much for their luck!  Lol.  

Thank you Ellie.  I hope you're feeling chipper!   Spring is coming, just hang on!

It's been a struggle here, but I had fun writing a rude poem about it all.

I love the warmth and honest emotion of your writing, unhurried, with the intimate address that resonates with the heart. It's a wonderful thing to let it flow over me.

Thank you, Daniel.  I write with my strengths.  Even if it makes me appear "soft".  Lol.  
Writing is my woo-sah place.  I can let my guard down, etc.  
   I do most of my writing on my back patio.  Lots of plants, shade, etc.  The wind chimes doing their thing.  It's calming.  It's what I need.  
  Daily life isn't very remarkable, like for most of us.  So I use what's provided, for motivation.  

I definitely feel that energy in your writing. It's a wonderful thing to be able to express ourselves with honesty.

Dear S,

In similarity I will collect my “gems” from visits to the ocean but I so revered your lovely association from the beauties you retrieve and their meaning for you. The viewpoint of a second life for someone else from the ones given back to the sea is a marvel that has me thinking about second chances and what that offers. It’s a lovely sub-meaning in this piece. The heartache of missing someone prevalent in this is as strong as the pull of the sea water and having experienced this as well has me deep in thought as your words wash away some of that loneliness. Truly lovely write. H🌷

Thank you H.
It's been a crazy, hectic past few days, and not too much of it was good.   Writing is my happy place in times like this, like most of us?   Even if the theme seems negative, it's still a bit of a cleansing.  
  I've found quite a few treasures at beaches over the years.  Jewelry, (working!) watches, etc.  I have a cool way of trolling with my fingers while snorkeling.  Seashells are sometimes awesome, too.   This batch in the picture being some of the primo ones.  
  This write is an actual ouchie one.  I had to let the blahs out.  
I truly appreciate your dedication to letting me know this stuff matters.  

This really reaches deep into our emotional purse. The collecting, the displaying, and the camouflaging of memories on shelves as emotional associations is soul-stirring.

Your summation is perfect.   I appreciate it when someone "identifies" my intent.  Because I damn sure dont know half the time.  I know the feelings, I just may not know what to call or categorize them as.  I'm a sophisticated Neanderthal, for sure.  Lol.  
  You did a great job of describing things here.  Thank you!

More goosebumps kind of writing.
We are lucky to have you grace our pages.  I always feel so inadequate about the way I write so when I read you I know there's hope. Not so much for me but more just universal hope for mankind that someone's getting it right  !

Bravo 👏

BIG LIKE

Damn dude.  
I've been knocked down for a few days in a row now, so thank you for the huge pick me up.  

  I was invited here by a really good writer (October 2021?), and I just wanted to blend in, and also not let them down.   But that progressed to not wanting to let anyone down.   They had told me that there were several really good writers in here, and also several with the right attitude.  I've found that to mean more than several.  A lot.  
  I'm not here because of luck. I'm here because I wanted to be enthused by some of my peers.  It's paid off well.  
  You're part of that, amigo.  Talent takes many avenues and abilities.  I always wanted to draw and paint well.  I suck. I always wanted to sing, or at least recite, well.  I suck.
My skill is limited to a page of words.  So many have that and more.  I'm then a bystander.  
 
I sincerely thank you for the boost.  It is invaluable especially today.

More and more you remind me of other writers.  At first it was Raymond Carver.  Now I'm starting to think John Cheever, Saul Below and Richard Ford.  Especially Richard Ford for phrasing perhaps.  I'm not modern in my reading and writers. One day I hope I have the time.  Until then I have you Sir Styx !!

Intimate and intense, I love the way your words splash and wash over me like waves.

LJ

Hey LJ.  Good to see your tranquil face in here!   (Even if your life isn't, the picture hides it well) .
This write of mine is a goodbye that I ended up not needing.  Thankfully.  I waited a few days and then wrote it out.   That little bin of shells get to stay where they are after all.
  Thank you for letting me know how you liked this one.  It's always encouraging to hear from my peers like you, that lets me know I'm doing pretty good at this writing stuff.