girllllll you freaking know it. any time I need someone to distill the emotions of my poems I'm gonna come straight to you. You have a a beautiful way of seeing the connecting threads
I was really in need of some good fun. It’s been a heavy week. I noticed when it started getting weird, and tried to keep going with my original feeling for a while, you know, I was having a grand time wallowing, but the nonsense insisted on being included and i just let it have its time. I thought of your comic poems and smiled.
Pretty stellar illustration of my emotional landscape, which has been heightened lately - all the emotions, all the voices, all the time. And yeah, plenty of tumbling.
Once you really enter the creative thing, it's hard to say where it will lead but what the hell, how many lives do we get? Just the one I think, so whoop it up.
I learned all the best verbs as a kid and like to keep them shiny with use. Which I think is in a poem somewhere. Here it is. I might have to add whooping, whomping, rollicking and tumbling somewhere in there, somehow shoehorn it in.
I hope you do shoehorn them in. Another great verb. This poem really makes me think about my desire to be scaling the heights of human emotion as often as possible 🤪 I do recall you saying some time ago, life should be as close to being a bender as possible.
And yet I live a pretty quiet life overall with fairly brief forays into lunacy so I’m a big fat fake on “bender” living. Whatever keeps my love happy and the creativity flowing is how I live my life.
my life is very quiet, too, but is't creativity itself its own form of lunacy? Mayeb it doesn't look it from the outside, but communing with the muse is quite a bit of a bender, isn't it?
I believe you are right about that. I find I have to be very careful about which people I am around if I uncork my head. Generally, it's best not to, for me. I can with my family since I could not hide it and that is a real blessing. But feeling at odds with most people does wear on me but I have become more and more accustomed to it.
I'm not sure I could relate any more - have felt this way all my life. It has been quite difficult for me to find friends to really relate with because of this. I always kinda felt like I was living in a different world. My family sees it though - they laugh and wonder. Luke, or chip, or whatever you wanna call him (he never felt like chip, which is why I call him Luke, or C, or "you fucker") on the other hand, embraces and encourages more and more of it. quite a dangerous man, in the best way
Your poetry is always so powerful and luminous!
Your comments always make me feel even brighter 🤩🍯💛 thank you angel
i loved the pome.
then i loved yer reading. 💙
so happy to hear that :) the reading has become a new favorite part of the process
luminous and rhythmic writing!! Reading this was an experience
One of the greatest compliments I could wish to receive ❤️🔥 thank you esther. The muse worked me well for that one.
Fast rhythm. Love it! 👏
I love that you love it 😍 it was fast, huh? pretty fun finding the pace of this one
DAMN GIRL!!!! Always full, always hungry!! You’ve got all my neurons sparking!!!
let those sparks FLYYYYY mama 💥💥💥 what a fun response - muse knows the neurons were all sparking all at once while I was writing this
“Tightened corners opened through the mystery of this third form.” 🔥
Glad that line jumped out at you. It was a fun part of the poem to discover, and the more I read it, the more I understand what it's revealing
Tantric.
The push and pull of wanting, fearing, and surrendering—it’s all so alive in your words!!!!!!!!
girllllll you freaking know it. any time I need someone to distill the emotions of my poems I'm gonna come straight to you. You have a a beautiful way of seeing the connecting threads
Good fun, rollicky and tumbling along.
I was really in need of some good fun. It’s been a heavy week. I noticed when it started getting weird, and tried to keep going with my original feeling for a while, you know, I was having a grand time wallowing, but the nonsense insisted on being included and i just let it have its time. I thought of your comic poems and smiled.
Pretty stellar illustration of my emotional landscape, which has been heightened lately - all the emotions, all the voices, all the time. And yeah, plenty of tumbling.
Once you really enter the creative thing, it's hard to say where it will lead but what the hell, how many lives do we get? Just the one I think, so whoop it up.
You really do use a stellar repository of verbs. Whooping and whomping and rollicking and tumbling. I love it
I learned all the best verbs as a kid and like to keep them shiny with use. Which I think is in a poem somewhere. Here it is. I might have to add whooping, whomping, rollicking and tumbling somewhere in there, somehow shoehorn it in.
A Poem’s Power
We cannot scale the heights
of human emotion in every poem.
Often, the best we can do
is remind ourselves
of emotions recollected
from long ago
and not since felt,
much the same as visiting
a friend from childhood
and together you giggle
and are transported back
when your hair was
full and shining bright
as your future.
If we could capture
a fleeting glimpse of it
then we would know
a poem’s power.
I learned all the best verbs
as a child and like
to keep them shiny with use.
I hope you do shoehorn them in. Another great verb. This poem really makes me think about my desire to be scaling the heights of human emotion as often as possible 🤪 I do recall you saying some time ago, life should be as close to being a bender as possible.
And yet I live a pretty quiet life overall with fairly brief forays into lunacy so I’m a big fat fake on “bender” living. Whatever keeps my love happy and the creativity flowing is how I live my life.
my life is very quiet, too, but is't creativity itself its own form of lunacy? Mayeb it doesn't look it from the outside, but communing with the muse is quite a bit of a bender, isn't it?
I believe you are right about that. I find I have to be very careful about which people I am around if I uncork my head. Generally, it's best not to, for me. I can with my family since I could not hide it and that is a real blessing. But feeling at odds with most people does wear on me but I have become more and more accustomed to it.
I'm not sure I could relate any more - have felt this way all my life. It has been quite difficult for me to find friends to really relate with because of this. I always kinda felt like I was living in a different world. My family sees it though - they laugh and wonder. Luke, or chip, or whatever you wanna call him (he never felt like chip, which is why I call him Luke, or C, or "you fucker") on the other hand, embraces and encourages more and more of it. quite a dangerous man, in the best way
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Gnarly! And pretty damn good, too.
Thank you, Rick, I'm glad you enjoyed. It was one of those lovely occasions when something surprising just poured on out
Different in a fucking good way. Keep pouring, Fave.
Received and Felt. I wouldn't stop, even if I had a choice