I can't say enough about this...
...I'll just *sigh* and hold it close to me before your words can steal all of my breath...
I may never get the image of waterfall scarves out of my head again. I am working on a writing project at the moment, and you just poured in more inspiration than my mind can hold. Now I have images and ideas sloshing all over my clothes and getting them wet. I wonder if poetry can stain T Shirts:P
Also, I loved your poem, but you know this already. I find myself transported away from the words and into the places you describe. So few writers can do this so well for me. Thank you for sharing your words with all of us.
Do you do anything that doesn't bring on a 'WOW' response?!!!
Like Irony said those waterfall scarves...
I could spent an age in your mind and never get bored.
:) Oh yes, watching and wondering about the distant shores our mates unconscience mind explores. Nice piece Jo.
"Water spilled and I am the sand"
How do you come up with such beauty?
Wonderful as always sis.
Genuine, insightful... even surprising. A hint of the profundity of Dirac's equation, perhaps? And as always, deeply - almost insanely - beautiful.
I see images reminiscent of Walt Kelly, if he wrote eroticism.
I love it.
I like all of it of course, the last few sentences stuck in my mind. Starting from....
'But I'm afraid to scream, afraid sand would spill from my lips'
The last line you use is great.
I read through journals every time I get the chance. I save yours till last or I would never read another journal.
Here again is proof of why I say that. Now tomorrow I will search the journals again, you set such a remarkable standard.
Incredible. Visually stunning without a picture used - yet you painted dozens in my mind.
Fantastic, the smell, the sound and the vision.
Reading your work is like taking a movie or reading a novel within a minute. Always touching. :)
This really is just wonderful, such a well painted picture you have created with your use of words.
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