If only it was possible to fully explain how your words touch and move me! Maybe they take me somewhere else or some hungry place inside me grabs on to them or maybe they give me something I didn't know I needed. Whatever it is, I find myself in a slightly different place after receiving your gift. And it is good! My heart thanks yours! 💞
I greatly enjoyed this work. The first section in particular reminded me of one of my favorite passages from Jack London:
"There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight."
Thank you Apollo's Lyre! for reading and reacting to my Better in Threes piece. Thank you for sharing the powerful Jack London quote. I plan on replying to your latest post, but you may not like it :)
Wonderful. A very nice triptych. Loved it.
Thank you Arjun for reading/listening toy latest poetry post❤️
If only it was possible to fully explain how your words touch and move me! Maybe they take me somewhere else or some hungry place inside me grabs on to them or maybe they give me something I didn't know I needed. Whatever it is, I find myself in a slightly different place after receiving your gift. And it is good! My heart thanks yours! 💞
A hungry place inside, love that Rene' xoxo
Thank you lovely Faye. You are loved
Thank you Rene' your response couldn't be more generous, I'm happy you are finding nourishment here. Love always, K
Three’a a great number
I greatly enjoyed this work. The first section in particular reminded me of one of my favorite passages from Jack London:
"There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight."
All the best to you!
Thank you Apollo's Lyre! for reading and reacting to my Better in Threes piece. Thank you for sharing the powerful Jack London quote. I plan on replying to your latest post, but you may not like it :)
Ears up… heart open.
Thank you for sharing yourself. Your words are a gift that keeps giving.
Beautiful
Thank you dear Charlie.