very picturesque, very lovely...thanks

Axilea, Living in the here and now---Love
the way you write your poetry!
Always,
Deborah

So much depth is expressed in your verses here, Axilea. So well-expressed. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Miraculous in birth, lessons learned along the way...LOVE this!!!

Such a wise message here Axilea, we must not forget to forget. But 'tis the foundation on a scar which we build our temples on, the strongest of bedrock. As do the mountains stand from the painful shifting of plates in the bosom of Mother's Earth, so must we then rise living in the now.

you are terrific
dan

I get very much the birdwatcher feel to this, Axilea. The tone is like the way a bird sand-bathes or preens - it can seem quite fast and furious - even, perhaps, aggressive to the eyes of the onlooker. Like the bird is irritated with itself. I know the feeling and can often feel unaccountably "ruffled" by a cameo or snapshot experience in my day: some silly, trifling thing - which is no more than a single-dimensional snapshot perspective and accident of time and timing - will completely scupper my satisfaction with the day and I'm left disgruntled and out of sorts. Who cares?! Is often the empty answer I give myself in order to try and shift the niggle, but it seldom works. Only by giving it up and entering true rest - wings folded dovelike - and letting the moment go brings any sort of relief. This is such absorbing writing that it conjures many and varying interpretations that strike personal challenging chords. Love the boldness in writing here - like Mahler music!

You always fascinate, Axilea. Love the way you used color in your last verse. For me, there's a sense of being formed by the past...evolving.
Sheila

Not who she was, Axilea, but who she is in the here and now
that lights up my screen. -gene.

Oh my goodness Axilea, this is exquisite!!!
A tremendous force of nature, travelling in layers ~
Blessings,
Christine

this is pure poetry dripping from your pen all the way through........

It sometimes takes a lot to finally take flight and leave the nest behind but that is also the only way we will ever soar....
fee

Love the "...I only know" and not "only I know"..
i pick that out, Axilea, because on my first read through
it struck me the most forcibly of all the fine phrases
in this work of observance and reflection.
"Air is now" was a phrase of mine you picked out in 'air'
and i feel you've gone a step further than i did and into
a realm of deeper knowing.
This is a beautiful poem.

John

Elegant, hopeful, and roaring of its own accord. I love it. --Charlie

The now is all we really have but don't rest those wings too long. Patrick

layers of time, layers of space, layers of self, interwoven--a multi dimensional tapestry