I think you tapped into the stream, Tigra.
I have no idea how to properly credit your
poem with all the superlatives it should have
to properly honor you and your talent, but
at least I know how to properly honor the
run-on sentence, I just haul off and let it flow.
ahhh, a deep breath !
First it seems to me that most of us are overly
concerned what others will think of our written
effort, so we stop to think it over before we write
it and of course having stopped to think it is not
easy to start again.
Getting back to your poem,"Palms Up". Did I ever
get to it ? No ? OK, now I have to tackle this
inscrutable substance, a deep and meaningful poem.
Wow ! This is really deep. You are clearing the sticky
gears in your mind of the stray words floating on the
breezes.
I think you are trying to put form to your thinking.
To take the stray words that clutter your mind and
arrange them so they are philosophically sound,
pleasant to the ear, attractive in appearance and
so that they will flow in continuity, without interrupton
and faltering.
That somewhat loosely covers the first stanza.
This poem much like all the creations of this writer is
exquisite in style, flowng smoothly, to an open gesture
at the end. She builds a structure that is beautiful,
harmonious and sound.
Beautiful expression of the life of thoughts and feelings, merging and mingling together. You let us feel and see this most hidden, sacred process of writing and sharing... Such a wonderful poem filled with vivid light!
clearing the sticky gears and cleaning the clogged cogs and lustering the tines so the life force can spin the shiny wheels of thought is what it's all about, baby...and, I especially like the "cooing" part...
I think you tapped into the stream, Tigra.
I have no idea how to properly credit your
poem with all the superlatives it should have
to properly honor you and your talent, but
at least I know how to properly honor the
run-on sentence, I just haul off and let it flow.
ahhh, a deep breath !
First it seems to me that most of us are overly
concerned what others will think of our written
effort, so we stop to think it over before we write
it and of course having stopped to think it is not
easy to start again.
Getting back to your poem,"Palms Up". Did I ever
get to it ? No ? OK, now I have to tackle this
inscrutable substance, a deep and meaningful poem.
Wow ! This is really deep. You are clearing the sticky
gears in your mind of the stray words floating on the
breezes.
I think you are trying to put form to your thinking.
To take the stray words that clutter your mind and
arrange them so they are philosophically sound,
pleasant to the ear, attractive in appearance and
so that they will flow in continuity, without interrupton
and faltering.
That somewhat loosely covers the first stanza.
This poem much like all the creations of this writer is
exquisite in style, flowng smoothly, to an open gesture
at the end. She builds a structure that is beautiful,
harmonious and sound.
Learning consists of daily accumulating.
The practice of the Tao consists of daily diminishing;
decreasing and decreasing, until doing nothing.
When nothing is done, nothing is left undone.
True.. more..