Gee, your writing holds a something I can't find the words for — I go back and read the in between of imagination, the birds like a bridge, flitting and fighting between worlds. So stunning. 🙏🖤✍️
It is shocking how much I need to read your words. I stumble upon them as one wandering the desert. Chancing upon an oasis and having forgotten the taste of water...
This is very kind of you; thank you. I told myself I wasn’t going to write anything, but then the electricity went and I added new words to an old piece…
Your words turn moments into lasting memories. Stringing them together to paint a story filled with mystery, passion and grace. Always grace. Such a joy to read!
Was great! This line in particular makes me think that maybe the wild heart wrapped in wool was yours. “until I wrap my grey jumper around one and feel the wild heart through wool. “
Seems like the poem is written from the perspective of someone who was once quite ill and had loving care.
Photo: still trying to find out who took this – from Unsplash originally but it was saved on my phone for ages and has been edited.
Gee, your writing holds a something I can't find the words for — I go back and read the in between of imagination, the birds like a bridge, flitting and fighting between worlds. So stunning. 🙏🖤✍️
Reading the ‘in between of imagination’ is lovely. I read this back a few times and felt maybe it was a bit too ‘quiet’, so that’s nice to hear! 🕊️
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It is shocking how much I need to read your words. I stumble upon them as one wandering the desert. Chancing upon an oasis and having forgotten the taste of water...
This is very kind of you; thank you. I told myself I wasn’t going to write anything, but then the electricity went and I added new words to an old piece…
I hope your electricity stays out 😉
Unfortunately, it’s back on now so I can waste a huge amounts of time scrolling. Ha!
Evocative almost beyond comment.
"Rain pins down the sea."
"When we met I kept checking you against the dream the way you check a bird against the photo in the book."
This is one of your best, I think.
Yes, my favorite lines too. I see the rain do that often from my deck, even the swells. And see it now in my mind. She’s a poet.
Thank you Lischer!
Thank you very much for the kind words. Much appreciated!
dreams in isolation = self-care
envelope flap, fluke, swallow's tail, scallop shell = big fan
a sparrow saved = 9/99
Please publish a book of these comments x
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Woah!
What a formidable text.
The way you weave actual birdflight with memory that ends with the lonely, empty estate is quite simply magnificent.
Best, Chris.
Thank you very much Chris; appreciate you reading and taking the time to comment 🤍
Your words turn moments into lasting memories. Stringing them together to paint a story filled with mystery, passion and grace. Always grace. Such a joy to read!
Thank you Christopher, always, for your support.
‘Rain pins down the sea’. Wonderful.
Thank you Margaret!
This is breathtakingly vivid - the imagery of birds weaving through memory, grief, and quiet intimacy feels so raw and beautifully grounded ✨
Thank you very much Brandi, always appreciate you taking the time to comment! <3
Really lovely. Evocative and haunting. I love this line: " the swallows swim through September."
Thank you very much Terrance :-)
We do dream in fragments.
https://mahdimeshkatee.substack.com/p/why-am-i-a-person-i-cant-control?r=34kkie&utm_medium=ios
Oh I love this so much.
Brilliant! Your way with words and imagery is stunning. You paint word pictures. <3
Thank you very much Petra! <3
Was great! This line in particular makes me think that maybe the wild heart wrapped in wool was yours. “until I wrap my grey jumper around one and feel the wild heart through wool. “
Seems like the poem is written from the perspective of someone who was once quite ill and had loving care.
I liked the idea of both heartbeats being close! Well put.
A new classic. Love it 👏🖤
Thank you Benjamin <3
Your writing is truly exquisite.
Thank you very much; I always appreciate you reading and your kind words <3
love this … every line spins me across the minds dance floor ..
till I can’t tell me from the music 🧡💜💜
Thank you Mike! I’m glad you enjoyed dancing <3