'mystery manifest in misty: 'mystery manifest in misty mountains' exquisite
'bunched up roses decaying in a vase' reminds
me of G B Shaw
'i love little children but i don't cut off their heads and stick
them in vases' or
Sathya Sai Baba; 'Why pluck a flower and hasten its death'
'To free the rain from the hovering cloud
It pours on down and fixes my frown' unusual and beautiful
Your "belligerent: Your "belligerent persistence" is rare, metaphorical sorcery. All lines have a sassy, confident brilliance, but that last one: perfection. You rock!
I want to stand and cheer and: I want to stand and cheer and take this pledge to my true and authentic self. In this triumphant declaration, you weild your Truth with inspiration, fire and eloquence. Words that rise above all temporary constraints. So loving this!
Stunningly breathtaking: The points you hit most within the words you took pen to the proverbial paper if not actual and wrote this beautiful montage of words is amazing time. Thank you for these words.
Brightest Blessings.
DHV
Thank you: I know I faded once again. However my fingers still write words and emotions. Only this time it has been to tell my own personal story as it happened has unfolded and continues on. It's people like you all that keep the world of words seeping into my veins. For that is the only drug I shall ever embrace.
DHV
Thank you: Thank you for your sweet words. I had all but left the pages here only to find my world returns for a glimpse here and there. It's people like you that gives me reasons to write. Thank you again