Tapestry of Snow

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The Pigwalk, oink, oink, respects not the feelings that shroud the soul in grief, regardless of the name by which it would appears to cloak its contempt. Veil upon veil upon veil, ad infinitum, eh?

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"Checkout Circulation" is another job well done from you Sylvan... it's almost methodical in it's technique, starting out with vivid and rich stanza's, interspersed with reflective observations. Those last two stanza's though, were the highlight for me...

This made me smile, how true it is...

 

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Sorry! This one didn't grab me as usually your stuff does. :&
It was a little too plain for me, though I did like "exiling fall into velvet oblivion."

 

Thank you for your honesty. Working with feelings of exile and why they tend to occur. It seems concealing the intensity of your passions tends to be in your best interest if you wish to cultivate friendships... unless you are loved unconditionally. Something that I ponder. Why share only a part of yourself when you are shown that the whole will be rejected? If even a word, sentence or moment is embraced love remains. This exile I speak of is that of fragmented love, the others, unwillingness to embrace the whole. However, does pride demand more of others than it is willing to do itself? Does intensity long to be receptive to newness?

 

Love this line, sylvan. This one seemed more "in your face" with the emotions it has. Also, I read this a couple of times, and kept stumbling over "I scream out in passion" ... I'd consider maybe rewording it, or maybe flipping the structure around? My .02

 

Thank you fulmah... I see what you mean and have reworded more than you indicated.

 

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Ah yes, what a great stanza! I relate to that whole piece myself... nothin like a nice bottle of wine!

This was my favorite stanza in this one, but the whole thing is quite breathtaking, really. Such gentle images! Combined, the stanzas unfold like a sigh escaping... it simply took my breath away. Thanks for sharing these gems....

 

Thank you for your kind words. I always enjoy your feedback and hearing what you find beautiful or out of place. It has been a wonderful day, again... a joy to share it with you.

 

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This sharing becomes past when recorded... reflected parting of images to which "I" do not attach. Stirring the pot, so to speak. We are frozen by that which can neither be released or expressed due to the unwillingness to make it Now. Why save something for a rainy day that simply wishes to pass forth as mist evaporating. I am one who make visible, my darkness, that others may see. This poet does not seek self definition by his poems. I write so others may find a key.

 

These were my favorite images here, sylvan. Throughout, I get the feeling of descending to the earths core and merging essences, I think you captured this one quite well. That last stanza was a doozy, too... fantastic.

 

That you replied finding anything of interest, fulmah, brings worth to the sharing.

 

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