Optimum Absorption

I love the way you wrote this I dont know proper poem making I barely passed english in high school And math I should study it I like this new style though I say I dont like the old classical form with its words and such But Im a softie and I like them too Like Professors poems You never cease to amaze my freind Five stars

your words have stuck with me all day,as i have slowly gotten back to a calmer state. i have endured three of the worst days of past years since my last motorcycle accident. my computer got a virus, i had [have]some difficult family problems,and i've suffered two days with a severe glacoma attack.[most likely brought on with stress]your poem has left me with a new sense of resolve. i will try to take some deep breaths,concentrate on the center of my life,and strive to arrive in the rubber-room. thank you my friend for these thoughts to focus on.gee

I was struck by the centering affect of this poem as well. Sometimes we need a rubber room. I know how it feels to concentrate so much into a small space, like the concentration it might take to run a jack hammer. Driving through traffic in Los Angeles has a similar affect on me. By the way, you were gone, then I was gone--it's been a while since we talked. I missed you. Always, Deelilah

I need to remember this one. On those occassion i become overwhelmed, then i can pull it out and concentrate on my blue till i find the soft quiet absorbing rubber! Excellently put Richard. I like your work very very much! and i like how this one is presented, just like it is! Always Sincere, Tonya

I like that place, nice reminder. wheels gently spun release words om mani padme hum Cheers Craig

this one took me away...ek stasis

This one takes me straight to the eye of the storm, the calm centre where edges blur and oneness almost seems easy, if indeed it could seem anything at all. Great write Richard, much love b xx

Great title and awesome flow. It "sounds" different from your normal writes as far as tempo and stuff go. :~) ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- - "I wound her up, an' I shifted down, an' I offered this prayer to my Lord: Said, God, get me back home to Houston alive, an' I won't drive a truck anymore..." - Steve Earle

Creating, taking something away, giving something, too. I believe I've seen the rubber room/padded room theme in other of your writings. Your writing is so relatable, always touching the human core - and it's dangerous there.