PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Having you in the front row: Having you in the front row seat of my presentations makes all the difference. Thank you for your kind and eloquent motivation. The privilege is mine!   

Each line gave off an: Each line gave off an electrifying spark of recognition as I saw myself in your journey. And isn't that what the best poetry does? Under the dazzle (And you've got it, my friend!), we make a connection that reaches deep, rattles us, even changes us.   With your own lithe, glistening and contagiously emotive style, plus a brilliant handling of dichotomy, you invited me to explore my own feelings about change.   How quotable and on target is your conclusion that, for all my own aching and moaning about change, perhaps it's not a cruel, cosmic joke after all; perhaps it's not even good or bad:    "It  just     hits  different."   A thought-provoking success. Loving it! Be well.  

I hope your artistry is never: I hope your artistry is never unnoticed.

I've read it thrice and: I've read it thrice and probably a few.more.times after posting this and still.concocting meanings bit they all boil down to the blushing cheeks to.which I will call a romantic line, I looked for monsters and peep holes but could find it to make sense so I just kept enjoying the maze over and over again with all its secret passages and dead ends. Thank you sir, a nod to you. A great way to pass some time reading your head but only ending up reading mine. Well played... well played! 

How beautifully pondered is: How beautifully pondered is the faith that the wheels will still go round in what ever fashion, beautifully rendered a painting as magnificent as its frame guided and intricately carved catching the eye to signal what glory lies within and you did not disappoint! The stokes perfectly weighted the dark dancing with the light, the colours harmonising and clashing where they should placing drama unfolding into a renewal of at the very least high hopes drawing you into other dimensions of thought, experience and imagination with keys to emotions clicking open the locks at every line's end and yet still more is fathomed from the whole as much as the universe in each part. Beautifully and masterfully done, the fire to my smoke, water to my vapour, rich earth to my dust. Hugss Ss 

I like that third line's: I like that third line's double allusion to T. S. Eliot's poems, The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock and The Hollow Men.