Comments received on poems by Fay Slimm.
Voiceless
Doggerel Dave said:
Love as an undefinable feeling? Yes, Fay - I\'d pay that one.
For me, and most likely just me, yours is possibly the only acceptable poetical representation of \"Love\".
November 26th, 2021 04:29
Doggerel Dave said:
Love as an undefinable feeling? Yes, Fay - I\'d pay that one.
For me, and most likely just me, yours is possibly the only acceptable poetical representation of \"Love\".
November 26th, 2021 04:29
Voiceless
Neville said:
this is so seriously good Fay .. the previously unspoken, unrecorded yet unbelievably well written (if indeed tweaked) there is a familiarity here in the top left hand corner of my mind marked MSFSK for memories stored for safe keeping ................ priceless ma\'am x
November 26th, 2021 04:02
Neville said:
this is so seriously good Fay .. the previously unspoken, unrecorded yet unbelievably well written (if indeed tweaked) there is a familiarity here in the top left hand corner of my mind marked MSFSK for memories stored for safe keeping ................ priceless ma\'am x
November 26th, 2021 04:02
Voiceless
Garth Rakumakoe said:
I think you moved the earth\'s crust with this one here Fay. It is very deep, and very moving. The kind of silence that says everything. Definitely a favorite for me. Thank you so much.
November 26th, 2021 03:54
Garth Rakumakoe said:
I think you moved the earth\'s crust with this one here Fay. It is very deep, and very moving. The kind of silence that says everything. Definitely a favorite for me. Thank you so much.
November 26th, 2021 03:54
Voiceless
Caring dove said:
I understand twin flames …. And theirs so much energy exchange between them .
A nice writing , Fay 🙂 sometimes connections between people are so strong
November 26th, 2021 03:42
Caring dove said:
I understand twin flames …. And theirs so much energy exchange between them .
A nice writing , Fay 🙂 sometimes connections between people are so strong
November 26th, 2021 03:42
Voiceless
spilleronsheet said:
So beautiful dear Fay
Silence does speak
At first there were no words
But only gazes around
Those eyes spoke as they opened the windows of my soul
At times silence is louder than the speech to scold
So are the words mightier than swords we hold
Well penned dear Fay
November 26th, 2021 03:41
spilleronsheet said:
So beautiful dear Fay
Silence does speak
At first there were no words
But only gazes around
Those eyes spoke as they opened the windows of my soul
At times silence is louder than the speech to scold
So are the words mightier than swords we hold
Well penned dear Fay
November 26th, 2021 03:41
Anchored
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Fay, I hope that better shore will be there for all of us.
Andy
November 26th, 2021 01:41
Goldfinch60 said:
Wonderful words Fay, I hope that better shore will be there for all of us.
Andy
November 26th, 2021 01:41
Anchored
spilleronsheet said:
It’s an epic dear Fay
Such fine words and what an advice they gave
Well said dear poet
Enamoured by the shop of time
Wonder one can reach a better shore on time
November 25th, 2021 15:19
spilleronsheet said:
It’s an epic dear Fay
Such fine words and what an advice they gave
Well said dear poet
Enamoured by the shop of time
Wonder one can reach a better shore on time
November 25th, 2021 15:19
Anchored
Neville said:
I first read this as I walked along the coast road .. tell a lie, I was sitting on a bench dedicated to an old & previous Harbour Master .. and although I was unable to respond at the time .. those initial feelings of something awesome stayed with me for quite some time after I headed back home .. and then when I visited again, I realised that these words have a timeless quality to them ... N .. x
November 25th, 2021 11:17
Neville said:
I first read this as I walked along the coast road .. tell a lie, I was sitting on a bench dedicated to an old & previous Harbour Master .. and although I was unable to respond at the time .. those initial feelings of something awesome stayed with me for quite some time after I headed back home .. and then when I visited again, I realised that these words have a timeless quality to them ... N .. x
November 25th, 2021 11:17
Anchored
L. B. Mek said:
how evergreen-majestic
the sublime Poetry, you pen
dear Fay..
that first stanza, is just
breathtakingly exquisite!
what a privilege, to be treated to your poetic genius, so regularly..
thank you!
\'Because, each
seagull-pecked minute, strangles
an anchored soul
shall, the sands
of desire: close
every harbour and love
sail no more?\'
November 25th, 2021 06:48
L. B. Mek said:
how evergreen-majestic
the sublime Poetry, you pen
dear Fay..
that first stanza, is just
breathtakingly exquisite!
what a privilege, to be treated to your poetic genius, so regularly..
thank you!
\'Because, each
seagull-pecked minute, strangles
an anchored soul
shall, the sands
of desire: close
every harbour and love
sail no more?\'
November 25th, 2021 06:48
Anchored
Fay Slimm. said:
oh dear - apologies my friend - though pleased to know my poetry stirs you am cofessing to haste when posting today - hence the typo - ha - should have been \" seagull-pecked minutes \" so will quickly edit....... thank you sincerely for your welcome comment.
November 25th, 2021 06:03
Fay Slimm. said:
oh dear - apologies my friend - though pleased to know my poetry stirs you am cofessing to haste when posting today - hence the typo - ha - should have been \" seagull-pecked minutes \" so will quickly edit....... thank you sincerely for your welcome comment.
November 25th, 2021 06:03
Anchored
dusk arising said:
Hmmm... led to some deep thinking.
Like an old ship of many adventures now preserved in a dry dock, to sail no more upon the sensual waves of adventure has become my outlook. Prserved by self, unfit for any more running aground or poor navigation into murky soundings.
I like it when your poetry digs me in the ribs and spills a confession.... but what on earth are seagul-necked minutes....?
November 25th, 2021 05:18
dusk arising said:
Hmmm... led to some deep thinking.
Like an old ship of many adventures now preserved in a dry dock, to sail no more upon the sensual waves of adventure has become my outlook. Prserved by self, unfit for any more running aground or poor navigation into murky soundings.
I like it when your poetry digs me in the ribs and spills a confession.... but what on earth are seagul-necked minutes....?
November 25th, 2021 05:18
Unfathomed
Neville said:
if this is what you call playing with words, then I would dearly love to see an example of something when you have really gone to town on it ... the word superb is apt but something of an understatement .... x
November 24th, 2021 08:49
Neville said:
if this is what you call playing with words, then I would dearly love to see an example of something when you have really gone to town on it ... the word superb is apt but something of an understatement .... x
November 24th, 2021 08:49
Unfathomed
dusk arising said:
Admire... I\'m in awe at the dawn\'s unique beauty each day (when I get to see it) and you are right to embroider the event with subtle colourful descriptors for the sun invades and swipes away the dark with a steadfast all powerful wave of warm energy coming to our eyes through whatever the night\'s climate has left us.
Cool calculated drama rides your words today.
November 24th, 2021 08:18
dusk arising said:
Admire... I\'m in awe at the dawn\'s unique beauty each day (when I get to see it) and you are right to embroider the event with subtle colourful descriptors for the sun invades and swipes away the dark with a steadfast all powerful wave of warm energy coming to our eyes through whatever the night\'s climate has left us.
Cool calculated drama rides your words today.
November 24th, 2021 08:18
Be To Me
Doggerel Dave said:
Fay, I really was pleased to read that you were motivated by the graphic, because yesterday I tried (and failed) to explain how ‘Love’ for me is not something which can be attractively rapped up and presented as a fait accompli in flowery verse, but is dynamic ever changing never final or static. The graphic expresses this – the pieces have a way to go, perfection is still ahead. Your poem captures that: it is so much more than ‘just in first blush of youth.’
November 23rd, 2021 19:33
Doggerel Dave said:
Fay, I really was pleased to read that you were motivated by the graphic, because yesterday I tried (and failed) to explain how ‘Love’ for me is not something which can be attractively rapped up and presented as a fait accompli in flowery verse, but is dynamic ever changing never final or static. The graphic expresses this – the pieces have a way to go, perfection is still ahead. Your poem captures that: it is so much more than ‘just in first blush of youth.’
November 23rd, 2021 19:33
Be To Me
spilleronsheet said:
Wonderful Dear Fay
For an old schooler like me
Be there as a poetry
Not as a passing moment
Be there for eternity
Not a sudden visit
Loved your words dear Fay
November 23rd, 2021 14:45
spilleronsheet said:
Wonderful Dear Fay
For an old schooler like me
Be there as a poetry
Not as a passing moment
Be there for eternity
Not a sudden visit
Loved your words dear Fay
November 23rd, 2021 14:45
Be To Me
Nicholas Browning said:
Lust is quite transient, I agree with that. A subtle yearning for a genuine connection. Lovely :D
November 23rd, 2021 11:57
Nicholas Browning said:
Lust is quite transient, I agree with that. A subtle yearning for a genuine connection. Lovely :D
November 23rd, 2021 11:57
Be To Me
dusk arising said:
Unsure here whether this is directed to a partner or to the joy of the glory of creation and one\'s faith in such.
For me it was easier to interpret this piece as the latter. For my faith in my beliefs is strong and committed. Each day I find some things to marvel over.
November 23rd, 2021 06:07
dusk arising said:
Unsure here whether this is directed to a partner or to the joy of the glory of creation and one\'s faith in such.
For me it was easier to interpret this piece as the latter. For my faith in my beliefs is strong and committed. Each day I find some things to marvel over.
November 23rd, 2021 06:07
Be To Me
Neville said:
this is yet another fine example of why I first fell in love with poetry .. x
November 23rd, 2021 04:32
Neville said:
this is yet another fine example of why I first fell in love with poetry .. x
November 23rd, 2021 04:32
Be To Me
orchidee said:
A fine write Fay.
You want me to sing to you for eternity? It\'ll be torture for ya! I\'m a wag. lol.
November 23rd, 2021 03:12
orchidee said:
A fine write Fay.
You want me to sing to you for eternity? It\'ll be torture for ya! I\'m a wag. lol.
November 23rd, 2021 03:12
This Time
dusk arising said:
Nostalgia and the graceful acceptance of circumstance flow through me as I read your so well composed post today.
I suppose ageing and having lived a bit give us that grace to accept as our lives change and the taken for granted surrounding become ever dearer to our very existence as we blend with the turn of nature itself.
I know I shall want this for keeps, into my favourites for sure.
November 22nd, 2021 06:43
dusk arising said:
Nostalgia and the graceful acceptance of circumstance flow through me as I read your so well composed post today.
I suppose ageing and having lived a bit give us that grace to accept as our lives change and the taken for granted surrounding become ever dearer to our very existence as we blend with the turn of nature itself.
I know I shall want this for keeps, into my favourites for sure.
November 22nd, 2021 06:43
This Time
L. B. Mek said:
\'Bound by hilly heathers
this gentlest of valleys, strikes
tired heartstrings
when mem\'ries, start sinking.\'
(makes me want to get-up
put together a hiking backpack
and just get lost, in the hills
of our beloved Blighty\'s, abundant
Nature paths, to gift myself
a seasonal, last hurrah
healing escapade
before Winter, rushes-in
and makes it all
a pipe dream) lol
loved the way you accentuated, the intuitive conversational elements
that bonding with nature, sometimes yields
a great write, dear Fay
November 22nd, 2021 06:36
L. B. Mek said:
\'Bound by hilly heathers
this gentlest of valleys, strikes
tired heartstrings
when mem\'ries, start sinking.\'
(makes me want to get-up
put together a hiking backpack
and just get lost, in the hills
of our beloved Blighty\'s, abundant
Nature paths, to gift myself
a seasonal, last hurrah
healing escapade
before Winter, rushes-in
and makes it all
a pipe dream) lol
loved the way you accentuated, the intuitive conversational elements
that bonding with nature, sometimes yields
a great write, dear Fay
November 22nd, 2021 06:36
This Time
Doggerel Dave said:
Lost for words here, Fay - I can feel it - the embrace and rightness of this place. ...but appropriate expression not available to me. Your poem however.....
November 22nd, 2021 05:52
Doggerel Dave said:
Lost for words here, Fay - I can feel it - the embrace and rightness of this place. ...but appropriate expression not available to me. Your poem however.....
November 22nd, 2021 05:52
This Time
spilleronsheet said:
This sounds so energetic
It gave me feels of a traveller, a dreamer
And the words ornamented so well
Loved these lines of yours-
“Need\'s deep insistence pierces absence,
punctures stale failure
as her feet turn again to seek familiar
away from ambition and
when previous pleasures of ghost-like
nostalgia rustle worn chains
with notions for freedom she decides
that this time she must stay. “
November 22nd, 2021 05:11
spilleronsheet said:
This sounds so energetic
It gave me feels of a traveller, a dreamer
And the words ornamented so well
Loved these lines of yours-
“Need\'s deep insistence pierces absence,
punctures stale failure
as her feet turn again to seek familiar
away from ambition and
when previous pleasures of ghost-like
nostalgia rustle worn chains
with notions for freedom she decides
that this time she must stay. “
November 22nd, 2021 05:11
This Time
Neville said:
I often wonder whether there is an awareness of the precise moment when something clicks and .. bingo, one just knows for sure that moment is now and a decision has been made without it being consciously thought ... so apart from the obvious beauty of your words today, that is the dreamy place they took me ...................
Neville ....................................... x
November 22nd, 2021 04:01
Neville said:
I often wonder whether there is an awareness of the precise moment when something clicks and .. bingo, one just knows for sure that moment is now and a decision has been made without it being consciously thought ... so apart from the obvious beauty of your words today, that is the dreamy place they took me ...................
Neville ....................................... x
November 22nd, 2021 04:01
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