Another Arrow

I had the liberty of reading you cascading poetic reminisce and I was held in awe, as your subtle undertones beautifully flowed down your canvas, in the end, the wonders of your imagery left me breathless.

No matter the absence, your words are a safe mental haven.

Please enjoy the remainder of your evening and have a blessed Sunday, my poet.

Well now, isn't your comment more poetic than what I offered up above!  Even the flow of your words is soothing to the eyes.  
Thank you for that gracious comment, SKC!

Mm... much poetic love to you always, and you are humbly welcome.

Please enjoy your Sunday and the upcoming week ahead.

As always, so rich in detail, metaphor, and beauty. Love the part about the oldies and past mistakes instead of shared experiences. I almost want to challenge you to write something less than amazing, but why bother? Keep on keeping on.

Hello, you electric bolt of energy!   Yeah, I'm liking your current avatar, lol.

Actually this was an older write, that I totally redid basically.  It had some legit value before, but needed more maturity and more emphasis on metaphors.  It's far more impactful this way.  Not even the title is the same.  I'm glad that you gave it your nod of approval, Pink.  That means something.

Hey Styx,

This is so sad. In a small way I can relate to this write.
The past of my past.
We all have one or a couple. LOL

You always have great ways of expressing your feelings
regardless of topics. It's always a pleasure or a heartache when I read
your poetry.  

thanks for posting:)

"One or a couple"

I don't think it takes many failed relationships for each of us to feel the ass whooping mentally, spiritually, etc.  If anything, less is more is probably true, because the rawness stays raw longer.  Whereas multiple dents can be shrugged off easier.  We get too toughened.

Luckily this is an old write, updated to a more insightful standard that I've acquired.  

Thanks for popping in and gracing my page with your energy, and such.  
Your plethora of enthusiasm counters my stoic attitude quite well.  

Hey there, M
You're ink is a huge reason why I continue to keep my toes dipped in the creative waters here on DUP. Thank you for sharing such moving and wholly captivating writing, which continually hits upon different emotional places but always with incredibly deep gravitas.  

Excellent poeting, per usual.  
🌹B

Thanks B. I'm trying to stay relevant with what I post here.  We gotta represent FLA best we can.  
(You ever go to Key West, and see how much they ride that Hemingway parade still?!).  
I've actually hung out at one of the open bars and tried jotting down several lines of something.  
Nada worth the lime and the salt.

Thank you, B, for your kind regards towards my efforts.  It does matter.

Jeez that's class stuff Styxian,

You have emotion tied on a string and wield it well. You create very believable characters. You describe the dysfunctionalities of relationships very well.

To poke ourselves over and over
with Cupid's arrow.                                               ... brilliant.

It will turn us blue, at the lips.
Because goodbye has no other color, and
because it's so hard to remember warmth.         .... I'm jealous of these lines

I'm one of those arrows,
now stacked behind your door.
Just another one,
that passed right through you                          ... the arrow analogy throughout is top drawer.

Loved this composition,
BITS

Emotion tied on a string...
That is a cool concept.  Obviously I see it as the yo-yo effect, though you did not mean it that way Perhaps.  More like a tease towards a curious animal, maybe?  

The part about blue being the color of goodbye, and remembering warmth, was the last minute edit/add to this piece. I was afraid that it reads clunky there.  Yet you gave it a nod, so that gives me a "whew!".  Thanks for that, especially.  

And overall, thank you sincerely. Your creative awareness in your own ability adds weight to your critique.  It's noted.

Howdy Styxian,

Tied on a string is obviously lost in translation across the pond....

Over here a common phrase would be to have the cue ball in snooker or billiards tied to the end of a string ... i.e. under your full control and it bends to your will.... you have emotion tied to a string...!

BITS

Thanks for the knowledge!  (I am an insatiably curious guy, so all info is apprecaited!)

Dear S,

Noooooooooo! I got to the end and my heart skipped a beat and then sunk. I’m still trying to figure out why love is so difficult? I feel like it shouldn’t be and yet…
While I’ve never claimed a song as “ours” in a relationship there have been spots or venues that can knock the breath out of me and bring me right back to a particular moment. Weird isn’t it? I sure wish I had answers for all this but then I’d really be god and I’m pretty sure the salary for that job isn’t enough for all the problems. I loved being lost in this poem. The attention to active details, like fluffing the pillows, lends itself to such a reality of working through emotional upheaval that it pulls the reader right in because it’s so real.
Fantastic piece of writing. H🌷

No, not the "nooooo"!   Lol.
This is an older write, brought up from the depths of the murky muddled past best left to die. Lol.
My past few posts in here were positive , so I wanted something to ground me a little. All a part of keeping my writing interesting in here.  
Currently, my reality is very positive. It's a long time coming!  But in creative writing, we should continue to delve into different moods, and even concepts.  We are creative writers, after all.

I appreciate your comments, H.  You give the right amount of personal feel in them.  Sometimes I feel like just handing them to you, and await your yes or no.  Really.

Getting past infatuation is difficult.  If there's enough there that purgatory is a lonesome place but if there's love it's challenging and scary.  Just thoughts Styx.
You covered a lot of fear and emotion ...

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Thank you, PS..  
I'm not even sure when I wrote this originally, or if it was about someone particularly.  I get ideas from things I read, or even a good movie.  But it definitely needed work, so I pounded on it until it seems worthy to share.  So thank you for the acknowledgement here.  I'm a work in progress, as my writes reflect that.  

I write in characters often so I know that feeling.....Keep rocking it

Oh, this is so raw and so real. The final stanza is heartbreaking. It makes me want to take that box of broken things in your chest and give them a very long, warm hug, and just tell them that it's all ok. That you're ok. So moving, Styx.
❤️k

Hey you wild thing!

Actually I am fine!  This was an older write that I tinkered with, because I liked it but wasn't happy with it before. It was worth saving from the discarded bin. Lol.

And thank you very much for the cyber hug, just because!  But yes, I'm doing well actually.  

Oh, I know - poetry is just a snapshot of a moment of emotion... I've tried to explain this to "real life" (non poetry) people who have sometimes been alarmed by things I've written!  But you expressed sadness & emptiness so well here, it got me right in the feels - so it did exactly what poetry is meant to do. Bravo!

I'm not worried about you. You seem solidly grounded, even though you write sad. But the hug is there, for the moments you need it, just because.

Cool.  I will save it for "in case of emergency".  Lol.

I try to write interesting stuff, firstly.  It may or not reflect a current situation, but the feels are real.  Plus, I'm pretty good at taking a movie or something I've read and using it to center what I want to write about.  I'm secretly kinda sappy.  Shhh!  Lol