a companion spirit:
I am, and have always been for the better – peering into your thoughtful insights. You think in way, that inspires, and leads one to discover beautiful – but often forgotten literature. And when I explore them, I am often pushed to new insights – and inspirations. There is no measure of gratitude that I can pen with words… but the humble simplicity, of saying Thank You. Thank you for all the days, I was limping along in grey solitude – and found a splash of colour, and a companion spirit.
T. S. Eliot knew:
T. S. Eliot knew a thing or two of garden metaphor…
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness be dancing. Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning. The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry, The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony Of death and birth.
who indeed:
“Who gets to decide what is true and false?”
The money interests, of course. They own the media and the tech companies – and everything else.
“Think of the press as a great keyboard on which the government can play.” ― Joseph Goebbels
Your electrifying reflections: Your electrifying reflections and unsparing reality are my thoughts exactly.
Thank you for stopping by and leaving such thought-provoking and striking commentary. A great honor just to have you here!
As if standing in front of a: As if standing in front of a physical work of art, I want to gaze deep into this bead of wisdom and revel in its facets of expansive meaning for a while. You illustrated artistry with artistry. What genius!
The best of your best, and that's no small thing.
It takes true talent to make: It takes true talent to make the everyday, the colloquial, the truth of ourselves, the raw human condition, a thing of beauty. Anyone who says otherwise doesn't understand the science of eloquence which is often showing readers, not something within the writer, but something within themselves.
I loved diving into your unabashed stream of consciousness and seeing so much of myself there.
A tender, pleasingly honest introspection.
I’m wondering..: I wonder if this is the same rabbit who one day was walking through the woods with a bear.
The bear asked him, 'When you poop, do you have trouble with the poop sticking to your fur?'
The rabbit replied, 'No, not at all.'
So do you know what happened?
The bear took a poop, and wiped himself with the rabbit.
Lovely poem, thanks for sharing it!
I have never read a railroad: I have never read a railroad metaphor deployed in the service of a love poem, but you have shown us how it is done. Bravo! And thank you for posting this to postpoems.