Thursdays body clock
L. B. Mek said:

how beautifully you\'ve worded this unfiltered expression of your lamenting: contemplation..
for underneath all your listed reasoning for misery, exists that tangible - search, for relief
highlighted in that brisk answer to a telephone ring..
there-in rests our answers to positivity\'s sustainability: we\'re just one call, one visit or even one conversation away, from undoing this shadow of anxiety that\'s threatening to swallow us whole,
so then, let us not be mere victim\'s but victor\'s: even over our self-induced depression, \'by proactively choosing\' to write, talk and communicate in anyway we can,
\'this too shall pass:
we will prevail!\'
stay strong: let us all be brave and reach-out for help if we need it
(what a great example your writing represents dear poet)

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/guides-to-support-and-services/crisis-services/helplines-listening-services/



February 26th, 2021 06:30

Thursdays body clock
Goldfinch60 said:

So true d a but we do have music to keep us company as the fine song you shared today shows.

Andy

February 26th, 2021 02:08

beyond the door........
L. B. Mek said:

reads as very deep, a brave share if authentic and not entirely imagined,
firstly, to commit yourself to such a journey of self-realisation takes a lot of effort, even if purely with artistic intent,
inevitable, we\'ll come across real skeletons
and dare we stare too long down at that depthless pit of vulnerability without preparation, well..
I can only assume that\'s how all those genius art\'s end up - lost,
caution is as much a virtue as bravery, in some situations..
I suggest not opening all our doors at once, this is why counsellors and therapist\'s help us unwind our thought\'s: gradually, a layer at a time so we don\'t get overwhelmed..
anyway, forgive my self-indulgent sermon dear poet- I truly enjoyed this \'film noir-esque\' depiction of those raw nerve ending\'s that we collect/build-up in our lives and your imaginative interpretation of the struggles they can represent: if we let them..
a wonderful write Dusk, such an immersive read
thanks for sharing!

February 22nd, 2021 04:58

beyond the door........
FredPeyer said:

I too sometimes wonder about that last door. The problem is that you cannot just take a peek. Once it opens it sucks you in and closes automatically.

February 21st, 2021 19:06

beyond the door........
orchidee said:

Good write dusk.

February 21st, 2021 02:59

beyond the door........
Goldfinch60 said:

That last door will take you to that wonderful place back to Jill.

Andy

February 21st, 2021 01:44

the sun tomorrow
FredPeyer said:

beautifully written, d a. Love the lines \'Of yesterdays truth departed\'!

February 20th, 2021 11:08

the sun tomorrow
orchidee said:

A fine write dusk. A bit of amour?! Oohh!

February 20th, 2021 03:16

silent night
Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose) said:

Lovely flow to your words 🙂

February 17th, 2021 13:14

of the parting
L. B. Mek said:

Brilliant!
I feel the heat of your creativity\'s furnace all the way from here, strike my friend - strike bold!
despairingly whilst your pen still pulses Red, bleed out - every inch of poetic spark and unfurl every tether to that next line, strike and strike again..
for we Few, know too well - the quietude of true solitude, when those words drift hither and thither and we\'re left grasping at mere embers of neither, dreaming of what was once so intangibly: real..
\'There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;--
Turn wheresoe\'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

The Pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?\'
from Wordsworth\'s lament of his lost ability, to do - what we take for granted - that is: to simply ink our scribbled truth\'s..
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-34653

February 16th, 2021 04:57

of the parting
FredPeyer said:

d.a., I do love your writing. You know that already. But this is above good: where she left that tremor
of lipstick upon my cheek

February 15th, 2021 20:29

of the parting
heatherbee said:

Lovely to read good words

February 15th, 2021 08:01

of the parting
orchidee said:

Good write dusk.

February 15th, 2021 05:30

of the parting
Doggerel Dave said:

The delusion that everything is OK, the hope that it might all work out, come good, can only last so long before reality impinges - expressed much better than I have.

February 15th, 2021 04:34

a tired heart
Jerry Reynolds said:

Very nice leaning on the strength of spring hear as well. Ice storm on the way.

February 14th, 2021 23:08