A joy to wrap my head around.: A joy to wrap my head around. You certainly did justice to crypticbard's image by illustrating, with literary thunder, the enigma of this human invention called time. Amazing work, great sorceress of words.
Yes! A chicken soup poem. We: Yes! A chicken soup poem. We could do with more of this all around. In some parts, I've heard some call it 'get-well soup.' Thanks for sharing.
The sunset upon the landscape: The sunset upon the landscape is a burnished tapestry that engulfs the beholder and to be lost in it we are found in wonder at witnessing and the possibility of being part and parcel of that sunset some glorious day when our sunset arrives. Thanks for sharing.
Only love? I just want to: Only love? I just want to argue all night on 'only love' what a beautiful yet gruesome piece. It really torments the reader on so many levels. Calm down, irs 'only a poem' ss - a bloody great one.
Glad you enjoyed the ride. : Glad you enjoyed the ride. I'm still traveling the avenues hoping to find something that I already possess. It is rewarding if someone else can benefit from my psychotic musings.
Thanks kindly, Spinoza. Power: Thanks kindly, Spinoza. Power does not equal bluster. It makes me wonder I had only left one post or only posted once, whichever, on this account. It's good to see that a hemming together is being forged here and now. Have an awesome weekend.
Funny how we think that of: Funny how we think that of the women we love/loved. There was a time that all I could write off and think of was the girl. And immortalising my feelings sometimes served to stifle and anchor me in place while she moved on. Perhaps writing in hindsight has distinct advantages, emotion-wise. Thanks for sharing.
First, Prudentius was given a: First, Prudentius was given a name, then a life, then relationship... a good step to introduce us to Psychomachia and Peristephanon. Perhaps, she too shall be given a name, or should be. Thanks for having shared in 2001 & 2019.