Erm, 'friad I get lost in the meanings of your poems often. I say 'good write', which I'm sure they are, but - it's me - sometimes not knowing the foggiest what you're meaning! lol.
Wish the fog would clear. hehee.
I find when it is that way to feel the poem as it speaks rather than working out an understanding. But that's just me. Thanks orchidee for your honesty.
I won't be horrid, like one poet somewhere - commented 'I don't care for this' on nearly every poem he read. Replies by poets to him were not cryptic, and included words starting with F and B! Not cryptic to work out!
Yes, cryptic's your style often, I see. My ways is to add little notes of explanation.
I’m perplexed but in complete awe. Thank you for this gem of a poem; your words always penetrate right to the soul. The subtle weight of the “melodies” you mention hover over me like a gliding bird.
Thanks Rocky. It is amazing how poetry often is a perplexing force in part or whole and at the same time still persuade the soul. Here's to more gliding time! Rik.
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Erm, 'friad I get lost in the meanings of your poems often. I say 'good write', which I'm sure they are, but - it's me - sometimes not knowing the foggiest what you're meaning! lol.
Wish the fog would clear. hehee.
I find when it is that way to feel the poem as it speaks rather than working out an understanding. But that's just me. Thanks orchidee for your honesty.
I won't be horrid, like one poet somewhere - commented 'I don't care for this' on nearly every poem he read. Replies by poets to him were not cryptic, and included words starting with F and B! Not cryptic to work out!
Yes, cryptic's your style often, I see. My ways is to add little notes of explanation.
I’m perplexed but in complete awe. Thank you for this gem of a poem; your words always penetrate right to the soul. The subtle weight of the “melodies” you mention hover over me like a gliding bird.
Thanks Rocky. It is amazing how poetry often is a perplexing force in part or whole and at the same time still persuade the soul. Here's to more gliding time! Rik.
I’ll take my chances with that finest miss! Or is it mist ?
Ah, Each heart's goal and stay, personified! Only the finest Bobby 🙂
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