look at all the pieces of commentary loving your writes to death. ..
you somehow take the minimalist approach and juxtapose that with everyday/thing experience of us all; intertwined with superlatives and stretches of bodies and iamginations and such an astute grasp of ideaology. ...
love the glitter/glue strophe
love the menagerie of fragility.. ..
you just are too talented dearheart!
ness

Intense and deep from the heart!
I feel a sense of confusion but a relief
Wonderfully written
Warmly, Warrior Lady Sheeeoox

STay Positive!
STay SAFE!

When you can overcome you have learned to live...intense, powerful personal poem.

ET

I can picture this now Cedric trying to speak and the mike cord around my ankles tripping over my words as my tounge is numb, a great write, thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

i'd rather look down,
than back, any day <-------Jaydee, always look up, up is you and onwards is you, it's what you and the Lord have.

You sure are alive my great buddy girl....

"a boy had a mouthful of glitter
a girl had a mouthful of glue..."

Once again I am speechless, yet somehow that never keeps me from commenting. I loved this.

I agree with dear Karla poetess.

You connect with suffering in a way that is almost refreshing in its ability to reveal anothers insulated emotional tendencies because of being wounded or being nervous as heck in front of people. I also like how you, at times, insert the spirit of scripture (or perhaps your own faith in Christ), into your thought processes.

"i'd rather look down,
than back, any day" ...

is similar to the scriptural exhortation to continue looking forward, and not back, as you plow your rows in life. You are among friends Cedric - The Mist of Mornings Mysteries.

Keep sharing your poetry whether online or on the stage!
Blessings ...
Mr. Richard

P.S. As per Wakelings comments below ... some people have trouble spreading peanut butter on toast.

What I love about your poetry, Cedric, is the instant identification with others' struggles with trying to make a good impression on the stage called life. You have, indeed: you have risen above and survived: a champion! Life goes on. Excellent write.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

If love were a song I could well picture as a singer and songwriter the sudden loss of the sound to the lead mic and the awful dead silent that fills the air. That being said if the singer or lover is a pro they would continue singing only louder to compensate and when the mic is finally reconnected again imagine how wonderful the feeling will be. Great write my young friend.
hugs
Fee

Phrases around your ankles so the words will try to tip you over; what can you say to a boy withs his mouth full of glitter? what can't spit a words with a mouth full of glue as you hear a symphony composed by silence, then you look down, not back, when you should have been looking forward...where he was expecting you with open arms.
Georg

Interesting Cedric how through so much chaos you managed to land intact on your feet. Some things just take time, great write....

Be safe,
Karen

Xcllent write, Oh the ole foot in mouth disorder LOL, gets us everytime..
Smoothies in this life, go down good, but leave indigestion, so therefore a fumbler or a bumbler with words..is apt to me much more digestable.

Hugs
Kiwi Kin

Some of the most learned men in history were the poorest orators in person. Often some emotion may get in our way. Like the static on a radio, the message becomes blurred. Enjoyed