Chai dreams

feel like im on the subway underground one minute then shot out past the graveyard and looking into apartment (nice nieghbourhood) building windows balcony a ravine of sorts lights then underground to a mute tiled station the people of all nations and emotions stirring like breezes while we like ships transgress our purpose Great poem Poetess Proprietess outstanding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You have a wonderful talent, as do alot of the poets on this site. But there are very few that can reach the penacle you do. I thought this was a written classic and can and does stand on its own. My heart gives you more than 5 stars! Keep up the wonderful writing! Friends, Pixee

I said it the other day .. I will repeat it now .. Proprietress of beautiful poems ? even if they are painful words there is something in the way you string your words together it bewitches me ... Beautiful work I look forward to the next .. Much love Jayne x

'my swirl is too late yet my passion 's too soon' dear Crimson Hearted One!!! Thankyou for your soul. Fleur

Zurück mit einem Knalleffekt! My congrats on this highly deserved spotlight, my sweet friend. I love this piece of yours, and I enjoyed meeting some old friends in it. So glad to see you back and in top form! Yours, ~Nina

Again you have reeled me in like a pitiful fish, with no escape from your words on these alluring lines! I love the way you mix the purity of snow with the impurity of sin: "so tomorrow let’s whisper of snow and of sin yet I will not wear this abstraction of skin" I am always taken by you ability!! Congrats!!! Eddie

Kata, Kata, your poems leave me breathless everytime. Unbelievable smooth flow and shimmering beauty that is just....wow. Congrats on spotlight, so well deserving. Stunning imagery and mind blowing greatness. Peace N Love Katie

here Proprietress which makes it the kind of poem you spend a great deal of time trying to put the metaphoric jigsaw together. It's certainly a wonderful poem although for me perhaps i am used to more extended imagery and metaphor. I felt a little uncomfortable when you switched from floating on Neptune's soft sigh to "a rampage to nowhere" since i have never felt drifting or swimming or even drowning could equate to a rampage, although it certainly has a discordant effect on the reader which wakes you up and perhaps that is precisely what you intended. Given the strong lyrical rhyming couplet form you have used it is clear immediately when one line is not quite as smooth as the others in the context of the lines before and after. The lines below for example: "five clovers on your hand, the joker’s last laugh" and "yet I will not wear this abstraction of skin" My favourite lines just had to be: "three knives on the table, four hearts on the wall the further I journey, the further I fall" I really enjoyed the poem because it sucked me in (hence all the comments) and that is most definitely a skill. My best wishes Keith PS I think you meant "deprived" rather than "derived" of his staff in the penultimate verse.

So many images to love here my Proprietress, I can't pick just one... So I'll say BRAVA! (And Origami you done good to inspire this...real good.) I, however, am frothing with a bit of jealousy, how you manage to say ALL THAT and make it rhyme? Shaking my head in admiration, Anna "No one shall be subjected to torture or to cruel, inhuman or degrading treatment of punishment." Article 5 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Kata What wonderful visions you create Your style so varied but beyond me. I am learning, as I usually just stream. The skill you posess I am in awe I see. Hopfully I can add this to my bow all varied styles I will have a go When I understand them and how they flow That will take time if fear or maybe not. As I tend to read the poem and when trying to comment Words stream and I find I have created andother Dream poem. Just wonderful my friend Electric Blue

just beautiful! Dont know what else to say.

like my walks in the woods sometimes I just ignore the trail and find new things returning to them now and then in different seasons like visiting an old freind Like coming back here to re read this poem the last line is fabulous and I love it I love art movies when Im in a reflective quiet mood which is rare and this poem im reading in such a mood savouring it like my Twiggs coffee moments which are now rare due to financial limitations (our money goes toward the betterment of our favourite teen in clothes trips food etc We love her!) so I drink tea at home now and read and listen to music in my room and rare come here late to sift through the many works and to search and find the old treasures I loved and still do Thank You