so pretty, but not plain, when you love what you do are the muses kind to you? when it all collides and merges pressed into the rarest of gems, simple, so it seems. Love this.

Shear magic. A superfine whisp of words that leave the reader wondering. Bravo, poet!

Ron

Pen and paper gave birth
To offspring of word and symbol

Always marvelous when that happens.

Read this several times, like sipping wine, succumbing to the elixir. Shades of synchronicity. M.True

...at the still point of the fury, just when the silken seed found its egg, there was an ethos born of the union between imagination and creative knowledge, an eros born of the interplay between intellect and emotion, an ardent logos brought forth from the fateful loins of two houses whose dowries bulge with the buttressed style of the ardent sins of a love whose lovelorn illustrious romantic rustlings "Became transcendence together"... as the couple in Alexandrine quatrains innately immersed to coalesce with "the offspring of word and symbol" like a prayer... like an answered prayer...

"Vanquishing Fear" is lustrous and luminous. Its sonorous, sweeping saga shares sizzling sumptuous imagery with an austere philosophy augmented by the nuance of a narrative that begs impressario-like to be heard as an archetypal motif rather than seen as some merely bawdy ballad-song. There is a flesh-on-bones solidity that moves beyond its ideological aura to create a chary chalked-out mystery, readily upheld, but not so readily solved. The clues are all there, but methinks there are still skeletons lurking in the closet of "Poetry's family tree of shared resonances". Baa baa black sheep have you pulled the wool over our "ayes"... at least the ones that 'have it!'

Roger

The wit and charm of the poet eventually won over the guilt-ridden maiden with lines filled with charm and possibly danger women seem to gravitate towards a man who gives off such an aura. The fear she probably didn't even know she had gave way at the touch and words of the lustful poet.