by Everlasting Feb 17, 2022
category :
Nature, environment /
nature
often, days go by |
by BOB GALLO
Yes Luce I totally see what you described so magnificently. I am so dizzy how powerful your imagination is. It was so vivid, and still a “dream.” Do you know why? because if it was not a " dream" and it was forced, it wouldn’t come this "dreamy." I wanted to say poetic also. But the connection is not necessary from a certain point, but in your case is hard to distinguish one from the other. You could corporate some partS of this back to the poem as well. |
by Everlasting
I used to doodle. I can draw but never spent the time to learn techniques. Art is expensive. On the other hand, writing is free. I used to enjoy coloring. Though, I don’t have an urge to paint. I have an urge to sing. But haha I’m such a terrible singer. Never developed the muscles to sing as I always felt like I couldn’t talk and breath. |
by BOB GALLO
Don't you even think because I love you even more now, I am going to go easy on your poems. I am like Simon in X factor, always tell you as it is. Trump pretends he is like us. He has no respect for the truth. |
by Everlasting
Thanks for the comment. I managed to read it before it was edited. I thought about the word “lost” or whether to use a different one. I opted for it. Imagine the cat observing through the window how outside the finches are having a feast so peacefully. How woodpeckers - hardworking, keep working hard even when eating per se. The cat ears hurt just through imagining the constant pecking. Imagine the cat observing the breezes. Almost as if the cat is feeling the breezes patting the woodpecker as a means of telling them that is okay to relax. The cat just by being a spectator is experiencing the moment and his days go by fast just as the food in the bird’s feeder. But there’s some days, when the cat by still watching through the window, he sees his reflection. He gets lost in it. And it’s not necessarily “Narcism”. It can seem that way. |