This is brilliant and some of your replies are just as evocative as your vision as a child - though I wish you’d addressed the eyeless disguised dogs, who intrigue me.
This is one I shall return to again and again. The promise shown at 8 spilling out into glorious words and beautiful thinking. Love it. "Sometimes we peak like the child at the precipice of the next plane. Sometimes we peek like the child at what lies beyond." Perfect!
I love this collection of thought-turned-poetry. I so relate to this one. “My burdens are not always my own choosing, but they remain my responsibility.” And I might add that not all burdens are bad. 😀❤️
You really had a flare for the surreal. I wish I'd written some poems before the hormones of teenhood took hold, my earliest works are almost entirely emo angst...
Being there from the onset of your creative bursts & glee in your
revelations of word play, all I can say as your mother: I still bow in awe of your creative birthright. Ever strong...as are your abstract drawings. One of my all time favorites: one morning at 4 or 5 years old, you were pretending to still be asleep, under the covers. When I came in to “wake” you, you sat up and exclaimed, the son has risen!” “Get it Mom?!.. the son? The sun!? We’re then same!!” What a joy! Love your new poetic word play. Ever deep. ❤️
This is brilliant and some of your replies are just as evocative as your vision as a child - though I wish you’d addressed the eyeless disguised dogs, who intrigue me.
This is one I shall return to again and again. The promise shown at 8 spilling out into glorious words and beautiful thinking. Love it. "Sometimes we peak like the child at the precipice of the next plane. Sometimes we peek like the child at what lies beyond." Perfect!
in the brain he is a house a country KNIFESOCCER wow. reading a second time because i was so whisped away by it on read one.
I love this collection of thought-turned-poetry. I so relate to this one. “My burdens are not always my own choosing, but they remain my responsibility.” And I might add that not all burdens are bad. 😀❤️
You really had a flare for the surreal. I wish I'd written some poems before the hormones of teenhood took hold, my earliest works are almost entirely emo angst...
Being there from the onset of your creative bursts & glee in your
revelations of word play, all I can say as your mother: I still bow in awe of your creative birthright. Ever strong...as are your abstract drawings. One of my all time favorites: one morning at 4 or 5 years old, you were pretending to still be asleep, under the covers. When I came in to “wake” you, you sat up and exclaimed, the son has risen!” “Get it Mom?!.. the son? The sun!? We’re then same!!” What a joy! Love your new poetic word play. Ever deep. ❤️
I adored 8-year-old You's meaningful misspelling of "masterpeace." Or was it misspelled at all?