A bus seat with my karma and your hoodie

Hi Betty, I don't wear jewelery, with my kind of crazy, lol, I guess. This was a really cool poem. Vivid. Love last line. Love being inside your mind.

Thanks D-bear. YOU'RE a really cool poem. Thanks for visiting my mind. It's a shit-show, but it's what I got.

I can't picture you on a city bus.
What city?
I gave up driving years ago, I didn't want the responsibility and my wife was always telling me to slow down.  So I junked driving and never looked back.  I love riding the bus in this crazy city.  

Cool poem, I only wear watches.  I imagine you with a spike collar for some reason.
Stainless steel ...

BIG

Atlantis, fuck, what? I'm going to ruin my mystique and let you know where I'm riding a bus?

North Fuckin' Dakota.

Hey... Big Like my good friend. Seriously.

I need to know
Want to ride with you....

TF

I just ride on
alone and  
unadorned  

Strength and vulnerability are an elite field skill combination.

This has also that sense that being alone while upholding your personal aesthetic and waiting for your style is about self-worth. No settling.

You are a beautiful soul.

Thank you

I laughed at this because I’ve been smothered in silver jewellery since I was a teenager. I have five rings I wear whenever I’m not at work, all different crystals that align with me (diamond wedding band, Whitby jet, moss agate, green amber, runes on a band on my thumb) and a minimum of two necklaces on a day.

I’m the opposite. I feel weird without them now.

It’s interesting that diamond jewellery came up here. I’m super into my crystals (that would be the animist in me) and one of the metaphysical properties of diamonds is the prevention of misunderstandings in our friendships and romances.

There was another level to this poem for me with that in mind. It’s almost as if by rejecting the jewellery, you were rejecting the notion of reconciliation itself. Kind of echoes that sentiment at the end where you ride on alone and unadorned. Beautiful flow of the theme.

All of that of course if just my own wibbly wobbly interpretation on reading, and where it took me.

There’s such a focussed narrative in your pieces. I think sometimes that aspect of it reminds me very much of my own style, and maybe that’s why I relate to it so much.

I like this piece so much more than some other pieces in recent memory. I think you dropped the guard a little in this piece and gave us a rare peak.

Thank you. Thank YOU.

-M

Thank you Missy. I got chills at the diamond info.  And if anyone needed to be guarded against miscommunications in relationships, it's me. Holy balls, it's me.  
 
I used the jewelry as a direct metaphor for a person. Walked right the hell out in the middle of a transaction.  
 
This was a lovely review. I maybe did less covering up here. The apathy, and draining low didn't leave me the mental fortitude to twist it to bits and layer meaning. It just ... is. Thank you, beautiful, you are amazing, and I appreciate your insight.

I love jewelry, but I don't wear it much. In summer it rubs and causes rashes and chaffing. (It's hot af in Australia in summer). I once bought myself a diamond and amethyst ring, but as I hate the feeling of wearing rings, it's now on my keyring, which seems a little bit sad.

It’s weird how something beautiful can chafe, isn’t it?

Thank you, Indie. I appreciate you.

this spill had a way of getting into my headspace
as well as, pricking heartstrings
crawling to relief and respite

thank You for entering my comp

Thanks for hosting! Glad it resonated