* sits, quietly smiling * Drumming on the edge still makes me wanna jump up and holler... FIELD TRIP~!!
Combing your tendrils, fingers rippling like streams, with smooth listening strokes. Offering an embrace, as a gift a self, trembling with your closeness. Unleashed from the bonds, of your lavish guided cares, I willingly continue to linger. ----------- I keep finding my attention drawn back to these first three~*
I don't know why, but I keep stumbling on promethean... I don't know why....to me it fits, but doesn't
~ lol, you changed more than that~! Yes, I like that more. The other seemed to dominate the stanza. I like the other change as well but probably prefered it the other way for personal reasons. ~Thank you.
Lots of new offerings from you, sylvan! Pristine Seashell, to me, had the most stimulating images, not as much emotion but that seems unnecessary for a piece such as this; it's really more a painting than a story... and indeed you do paint lush, vibrant words. The opening stanza was the hook for me "lemon hued wings" ...sigh... Goddess of Hearth and Home was a great blend of both emotion and images... and that's my favorite, a great summary! I envision that morning pot of coffee in that expanse of time you get together with your beloved before the day begins... a precious thing, it is. I think "ardor" might work here a little better than "love" though; it's not as encapsulating as love, but might have a little more punch. Good Evening... this was my favorite... your technique unfolds as the story progresses, simple at the beginning, rejuvinating after the shower, catching fire in passions uniting glory, and there you hold it in tantric bliss... that's just awesome, thoroughly enjoyed! Thanks for sharing these precious works
You're a delight to read, sylvan. Just when I read something that I think is a favorite, you come with something like this, which hints of an almost different style, yet is your own and wonderfully constructed. This one is a masterpiece... truly. Very vivid, very captivating, very powerful... Definitely my favorite stanza, I could feel you working up to this, and when it hit, it's that "yes!" shouted aloud but you ran with it afterwords, in a perfect blend of sharp images and evocotive thoughts, maintaining that almost meditative celebration of harmony that you present. I simply loved this one...
-breathing the fresh air - As I read it I imagined it as a folk song, had that soothing effect. "A crows nest, of miscellaneous shiny things, discarded for the renewing." Love your attention to the detail, intricately painted tapestry... Each time there is something new and beautiful to discover in your work.
-Arise, awake - I wish I could be as inspired about awakening as you've made it seem in your poem. I really don't enjoy mornings...though it's probably just the process that bothers me.