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Nina I live in limbo with invisible threads. I run on nothing but thin air too. I know this space my friend What magic suspends the moon in a deep blue sky As it is the moon I think I would use What magic suspends the moon adrift in a soft Purple Haze? I enjoyed this write. Electricblue

"Purple Haze all in my mind....is it tomorrow or just the end of time" Suspended in(on?) purple haze lol certainly a zigzag world :) a perception for ya... If I could ever summarize the sum, I would retire and grow tangerines. Mark

Nina, I don't think this a confusing write at all, I think it's magical. To me, this is what poetry is all about, a world where illogic exists and we all get to experience it freely. Sometimes it's deep thoughts or inner feelings, other times it just captures a moment in time.. As you know, I love surreal images and somehow they do make sense to me since they can be such great metaphors. Okay, am I making any sense now? ; ) So what I'm really trying to say is that I really enjoyed reading this, I think you did an amazing job (flow is fine as well) I love the first four lines, I think like that when I write. Confusion, confusion... I think it's the time of year! love, ~Stella

i fail to see any confusion. if we start analysing the evidence in a poem we are treading on dangerous ground. keep up the good work.

you are so welcome

You know my thoughts mirror the above, I feel there is a kind of sacred element to the actual motivation of a poem. Being new to this I am wondering if critique should deal with the way the poem reads & feels, what it evokes, not how the reader perceives the person writing the poem might feel or be going through? I am happy to be corrected here, but I have a sense that we are reading & responding to heart felt imagery.... we use words to evoke an emotional response, but the subject may not even be one we personally feel. In any case, I enjoyed reading this, I felt it was an exploration of uncertainty, not a confusing read.. what was "evoked" was a good example of being perplexed, in a poetic way... so the poem did it's job well if people were left with a sense of confusion. Anni I wish to walk gracefully..... so as not to spill water.

now how did I manage to miss this little jewel? "Nothing but ill Illogic criss-crosses the room" ... do I sense a thoughtflow here? ;) wonderful, you have so many great lines in this piece that I don't even know which to highlight. maybe the one you've also highlighted: "I run on nothing but thin air I might as well stand still" I just love that one, I feel it lies somewhere between a serious capitulation and a simple trotzreaktion. one small suggestion: the devil and angel part feels too simple for the rest of the poem. maybe you could make four lines out of that, two for the angels and two for the devils and make it a bit... i don't know, schnittiger, you know? hm, I wish I were there with you in your kitchen in the evening, sharing poetry and coffee and thoughts and cigarettes (god, how I miss them today). I miss you, my friend!!! Kata

Hei Nina, Ephemeral, dreamlike, beautifully illogical yet not, wonder at it all, a philosopher's nightmare and yet a vividly sensitive dream at the same time. A little bit like one evening when I looked at the sky and felt as if I were in a big black balloon with tiny holes where the stars peeped through, the night sky is so unfathomably (this word is not good English-just me) interesting isn't it? I could stand there all night, every night, its so deep and dark and wonderful. I love the bit where you touch it and it evaporates you were one of the English type of fairies there, with magic fingers. The rhythm is good too. Yours Ann of Norway.

is this an initiation into rebellion - you know a flee from misguided honesty, not to suffer the same fate? one has to be unsparing in your quest for the truth. i would summarise it as seeking morals. that is what poeting is all about - criss-crossing the mind to reach discernment or is it savvy? just a thought keep on writing

This write is everything that has been said and more. Two quick notes: One about "evaporates" - as it is a solid, should it not shatter? My mistake if I'm getting too literal! Second, keep "blue sky." I believe it fits perfectly. Just my thoughts. Glad I didn't miss this read! love ~ Ronda

geez, I'm away a couple days, and you write something amazing! I love the title as it's a very good description of the sort of frustration and confusion within the work. Well done, you! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction!" -"God is good, but never dance in a small boat."

Dear Ink Dragon, I was directed to this poem by your friend the Proprietress and with good reason. When I read a poem or write I allow the words to flow, not intent on form or logic, you capture so beautifully a truth, we are standing on thin air, on nothingness, the evaporating moment that is already past. Question and question again for to become complacent is our death and end. Kristeta

I get the suspension in this write, How high before we get concerned for the distance down. I found the string you refer to is a fine thread of gravity, unlike the gravity of this planet. In ink, Dabbler

Enjoyed your poem. I thought it to be Zig zagging cool. And that is the state I sometimes find myself in (well more than sometimes). When hungry or tired or have just had to much of this world news..... Thanks for sharing this gem. Patty

forced by torture to choose a favorite comment here, it'd be Anni's. To add a zigzag or two of my own: I think when a piece explores what something might seem to a child (for after all, that's where apparently our (even adult) feelings reside/live), to cast adult scientific insight into the works misses its target. To be logical is not the point, not even close. I like the turn-down zigzag meld of logic to ill to illogic. As to I dance with devils and hear the angels sing The moment is frozen into a gleaming crystal But when I touch it, it evaporates might I suggest a slight paring in the latter line, as in, The moment is frozen into a gleaming crystal I touch it, it evaporates The "But when" of the original tries to incorporate logic, a quite alien intrusion/wallpapering in your context here. By it I think you indulge the reading "adults." Take it from me, they don't need indulging. It only encourages a repeat of such mistargeted critical behavior(s). I value science ... and even logic. But (a very strong but) I also value a sense of wonder, a child's innocence, and the uninitiated's right to feel a little crazy (crazy by whose standard, anyway?), and perhaps to glimpse the illogic ... and let it go. What seems to be's so different from what is ... usually. But not always. I reserve the right to be as confused as the next person. If not more so. Thanx much, Chuck PS: One of the most hurtful comments I received from Mother in my childhood? "Don't be silly!" She might as well have said "Don't be crazy!" or "Don't be illogical!" or "Don't have fun!" When said seriously, even from one so-called adult to another, all such admonitions I think tend to inhibit, diminish, wet-blanket. And yes, even suffocate.

"I Run On Nothing But Thin Air." Nina, I will not say much but "Wow". Left me amazed. Glad I caught this great piece of yours in the Stream. 5/5 Sincerely, Wafi

I agree with Patty, zig zazzy cool. I liked this poem.