Beautiful because it is! I love how the mind moves through your atmospheric descriptions which encapsulate a feeling and I walk barefoot on those tiles and feel their bumps and edges on my feet as I move through this room's floor. Beautiful because as magic you combine dismantled floor tiles and fireplace and it reads like poetic flow! Loved your this week part two. Like having coffee in the afternoon and a chat with a friend.
I sure have no idea where I'm heading but your comment is by far the best affirmation I'm on the right path. Thank you, Jonathan, your words mean the world to me. 🖤
He he, I'm trying to resist coming out with some fortune cookie philosophy about all destinations being delusional or headless chicken mentalities of domesticated humans, or we all do know where we're heading after existence, or whatever. But I 'm going to resist...sort of :)
It struck me that 'mourning' and 'moulting' have a similarity in both spelling and meaning, both painful before the transitiin. I love where your poetry takes me.
I never liked people who got angry until I realised I was just like them--on the inside. Letting go of the anger feels easier these days, despair though has such a tight grip. Writing helps a lot. And words like yours even more. Thank you, Peter.
A lovely whirl of poetry prose Fotini. Another writer here used the word atmospheric. That's it.
It's a form I've not got to yet. It has a lovely flow. Love all the tree inspired reading. I call the local trees here my beloved trees. As if they're human. They certainly have a life, even a voice.
Your prose here is just fantastic and rich. I particularly liked that morning section on brewing that tea (i think).. just beautiful earthy words and depth of description! Love it.
I think the first part stands out because of my intentional focus on something outside of me. The poem starts with concrete details and gradually incorporates more abstract elements. I realised that only when I finished the whole piece :)
You capture an ambiance in your beautiful prose that is almost tangible Fotini, the heat, the tiles that exploded, the attigent aftertaste if verbena… I hope your five days are gentle and kind x
The unease is palpable in your words as it clung through each part of the day. And then the recognition of the source and the deep bow and then -"but you can’t linger for too long. It’s time." I love the call to understanding and growth in that line.
Beautiful because it is! I love how the mind moves through your atmospheric descriptions which encapsulate a feeling and I walk barefoot on those tiles and feel their bumps and edges on my feet as I move through this room's floor. Beautiful because as magic you combine dismantled floor tiles and fireplace and it reads like poetic flow! Loved your this week part two. Like having coffee in the afternoon and a chat with a friend.
Well, my friend, I am thankful for being here, reading and responding to me. 🙏
Now if you'll excuse me I'll go and sharp my pencil because I have a poem to write for you :)
Song title poetry here we come! Thank you again!
I am so glad I found your writing/poetry/humanness. That was an immensely satisfying read yet again.
And a huge congratulations on having no idea where you’re heading. Bliss.
I sure have no idea where I'm heading but your comment is by far the best affirmation I'm on the right path. Thank you, Jonathan, your words mean the world to me. 🖤
Bliss is the word!
He he, I'm trying to resist coming out with some fortune cookie philosophy about all destinations being delusional or headless chicken mentalities of domesticated humans, or we all do know where we're heading after existence, or whatever. But I 'm going to resist...sort of :)
Don't do that, not just yet, let me walk for a while before I reallise I'm missing my head :)
It struck me that 'mourning' and 'moulting' have a similarity in both spelling and meaning, both painful before the transitiin. I love where your poetry takes me.
And I love it when you say things like that! Seriously, Treasa. Thank you 🙏
Absolutely gorgeous. So glad I found you on Substack. ❤️
Thank you very much, Mary. I appreciate your presence here and I'm glad you're glad. We're all glad, yeah!!!
a magic wand, for whatever you might need 🪄
even though you already have one
I don't know if it is magic but it feels sturdy enough to support my aching limbs.
Thank you, my dear Chen. 🖤
🤍
Wonderful words, but sad. Your followers carry you forward even in such a lot of despair...and anger
I never liked people who got angry until I realised I was just like them--on the inside. Letting go of the anger feels easier these days, despair though has such a tight grip. Writing helps a lot. And words like yours even more. Thank you, Peter.
A lovely whirl of poetry prose Fotini. Another writer here used the word atmospheric. That's it.
It's a form I've not got to yet. It has a lovely flow. Love all the tree inspired reading. I call the local trees here my beloved trees. As if they're human. They certainly have a life, even a voice.
Thank you for your lovely words. The keep my spirits up. As do trees :)
Your prose here is just fantastic and rich. I particularly liked that morning section on brewing that tea (i think).. just beautiful earthy words and depth of description! Love it.
Thank you very much, David. 🙏
I think the first part stands out because of my intentional focus on something outside of me. The poem starts with concrete details and gradually incorporates more abstract elements. I realised that only when I finished the whole piece :)
You capture an ambiance in your beautiful prose that is almost tangible Fotini, the heat, the tiles that exploded, the attigent aftertaste if verbena… I hope your five days are gentle and kind x
Oh, Susie, thank you so very much. Words like these make any day a good day. 💛
Thank you, Fotini.
Thank you for reading and restacking, Paul. 🙏 It means a lot!
Beautiful--always. I was there with the poet through each part of the day.
Good luck to your husband in his contest!
He’s thankful and I am too! 🙏
The unease is palpable in your words as it clung through each part of the day. And then the recognition of the source and the deep bow and then -"but you can’t linger for too long. It’s time." I love the call to understanding and growth in that line.
Letting go is never easy, Sarah, but there comes a point when you realise it is the best thing to do.
Thank you!
‘Go find your tree’ 🙌
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