She fears the bad oyster in a delightful sea
isolating anger - danger in a quiet heart
“not for consumption” - there is the need
to master the toxic blue monster
hidden somewhere in a reassuring sea
/
but then in that slower life
mineral caresses - liquid flight
strongly held in layers - crystallized
she won’t get rid of it - she will not fight
in that slower slower life
/
baroque rays – white water on rocks flows
the translucent glow - the iridescent irregular beauty
of the abalone pearl - is for her alone
Layered reminds me of how special some things can be within our own uniqueness.
Their beauty can be measured in degrees of similarity. You are truly an example of this beauty
in that your heart and pen are as one with your soul.
For me, Axilea, there's a strong sense of removal, self-preservation and even isolation in this work, but however removed we are, sooner or later we are touched by someone or something.
As always, subtle and penetrating.
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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Regis
Their beauty can be measured in degrees of similarity. You are truly an example of this beauty
in that your heart and pen are as one with your soul.
Amor
As always, subtle and penetrating.
John
The quest, and the sense of separation, and then the inner growth and the true self.
Blessings,
Christine
God bless,
Lew
Very beautiful metaphoric poem.
Mary