It is a fun read Joto Kai. In one of my first sermons I talked of how it is too easy to settle for a God in crisis to be, why not invite God to be with us in our joys. The truth stays with me even as I am healing from Covid. I can choose to focus on suffering and healing or look for joy inside that I can share with others. God bless
I immediately think of the tale the giving tree as I read this. Through the lens of a tree I might learn how to "leave" and learn. The poem flows and makes logical sense. Thank you Gupta for your qualitative assessment. Makes one want to hug a tree. Tx
Hello lone Cyprus I loved the way you challenged you readers to make choices in accordance with integrity of being. I love the idea of the star fish story. It takes only one of us make a difference in taking care of God's creation. Why can't it be me,?
Well said Gulpta. There are so many masks that any of us wear that it can be difficult to be the person God created us to be. Beyond the message your poem flows well is easy to read. I like your ultimate question. So how do we even discern which are the empty masks that get in the way. God bless and keep writing.
Hello cosmoniums, I like the metaphor of the mirror as an entry way into an Alice in wonderland kind of reality. I caught the part about your cat socks, I need more information about Scarlet who seems like an intruder. It sounds like a curious tale worth reading. I just need more information about what's going on.
Hello Anna Carlson, I sense a profound depth as to how you formulate something misunderstood by so many. Your writing is very poetic offering us invitation to the image of a waterfall of encapsulated tear drops leading one to a deeper kno
Hello waynemart, thanks for your words for thought. I can recall my own dad telling me often to think for myself. I enjoyed the idea of waking up as if to finally discovering what it means to have a soul. In a pinnochio world finally becoming real. I left wondering if parents plant seeds in exploring the world of fantasy as escape in offering santa and the Easter bunny etc. I am well into my sixties and sometimes letting my mind be playful and dream is the only thing keeping me alive. Thanks again.
Thanks for sharing healing mind, the names of the Lord stir up an invitation to relationship. I would like to know what these names mean in relation to your own experience. I am a pastor by vocation. How do you take these names and make them work in the lives who need it most. God bless thanks for sharing!!
Curious offering Leslie, it flows well and opens me up to enter a world that I have never known. I need to know more about what it is like to be a slave at the orphanage. I would like to know more how the men you talk about. In some ways it seems sinister and in other ways just curious. Good luck with uncovering the truth of your title.
Hello hunters moon. I am mostly drawn in by the image of a man that prays in the midst of the presence of children in the dark. It could be someone such as I that prays in hope for myself and the children I love so much.
Profound in scope healing mind. I catch a very spiritual depth and an invitation that allows me to discover peace that I have not known before. I leave wondering what it takes for me to trust. That is the bridge that I have yet to cross as a reader of your poem. What do I risk to let go. Thank you for sharing.
There is a creative niche in the metaphor of the blue apple. It speaks to me about that which is unique in my own perception and given the choice what will I do about this knowing rejection is the rule. So you let it loose for a a worm to devour. Does anyone care? Do I care?
Hello pumpkin, I loved the surreal plunge into the world of being a grandparent through the eyes of Kathleen. It seems that we start it off with special k. The grandkids come later. I can recall my own grandmother referring to her grandkids as the kings kids. It was a nice trip down memory lane, especially as I serve my own sentence as a grandfather. Thanks for writing. It kind of put it all into perspective. Someone cares.
Hello Latcherous, it sounds like a lot of trauma, drama in relation to grades and what they reflect about who you are a person. The stanza about falling too deep looks like a failing at life and therefore dying. Hopefully over time life means more as one enters into sleep. The time of wake up is learning that life is the big test and what we do with our life reflects who we are in relationship to the God who made us. God bless. I would like to know more about how grades erase the dawn.
Very curious prosperous snow, to lead an expedition back to earth so that paradise might be regained. I enjoyed Eden's voice thru the mask of an oak tree. I am left with many mysteries to solve which includes what brought these people here and how does Eden survive!? Maybe there is hope. I do not understand Eden watch( maybe watched). Thanks for writing.
The few words in an ocean coming to the surface Babe. I like the whole concept. There is the vision of the wave like a hand reaching outward in the ebb and flow. There is an invitation to enter and become a part of the dance. Thanks for sharing. Nicely done.
Thanks for your impressions Elle. I like the idea of angels and innocence as a message to persons seeking innocence in a world in conflict. I resonated especially with allusions to Christmas and children. It is in the snuggle amidst giggles that the place of comfort is found.
Hello Jatog, I love the way you offer all manner of metaphor in a spirit of lightness to make your point. It makes for a very easy enjoyable read. I am reminded of my own mom's struggle when she had als She could only use her fingers and thumbs and I am guessing she may of thought many of the things ou suggest. I especially like these lines:
Losing your voice is a silent wind-bagging;
(now pleasure lingers without spousal nagging).
Tone and inflection are mere memory;
voice dissipation lets quiet run free.
Hello Charcoalsleeves, your poem feel very authentic and real. I can picture, experience you with Minty in a unique way among others, longing for a chomp on the hands.
I read the first lines and am a bit confused. There is heat and the personalities. Are these dogs or people.
"Each personality contrasting starkly to the...(meaning what)
Thanks for sharing
Hello Choconut, there was a measure of irony in what you wrote. "I can't find it anywhere". Maybe the reason that it can not be found is that we are not looking in the right place. I then watch as you share an environment whereby discovery of the precious code can happen. The main character Daisy listens in a caring way and eventually the bomb or "catastrophe is mitigated. The end was a bit too quick. The world was quickly saved from what? Maybe that is what I might find out in the next chapter.
Hello flofree, I am glad for your poem. It is a reminder of hurt that often lays buried within threatening to shut us down until I express in words what gives value. The walls are there and yet they are walls that can be seen by yourself and others and because of that life can go on. I think of the old days as you say: "you bought me back to when things were right"
Maybe in the typo (if it is one) is some of the resolution. It is one thing to be bought in a reward sense and quite another to be brought to a place where you are accepted as you are.
thanks for writing.
It's like a story I have read many times before. I love your poetic frame. It is in the values of being different, separate, resourceful. It is in the values of coming together and recalling foundation of what it means to be a family. I celebrate the hope, survive. Thanks
Hello why, nice letter to a friend offering forgiveness and hope for tomorrow. My first gut feeling is realizing that in sending the letter you send your heart. I believe you realize you matter enough to offer your voice and in valuing moments of being grateful you celebrate yourself and the other person. I am not sure about what to expect going forward. New beginnings realizing if something happened good before it could happen again.
Hello Alyare, sounds like almost a desparate plea to see and experience an intimate knowing. I love the premise as an invitation to discover what it means to be a friend. I am left with questions about what keeps us apart. Maybe the other person feels the same. What makes it safe? Thanks for sharing
Hello Sara, thanks for your courage in sharing. You message is written in a way that makes it easy for me to read. There is so much material to cover in such a diverse topic. I think the hope is to be found in redefining concepts.
At the moment I am the only male working amongst intellectually disabled adults. I am told to stay away from the female residents, because I am a male and it is company policy. Females can care for males. Men are told they are not even to be in the presence of a female residents that is uncovered. I pray your plea takes with it a need to learn mutual respect.
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