Hidden whispers that slip between the lines (we may never know)

This is beautiful, as ever, it's 3am so I am going to sleep, just wanted to say thank you & that I'll be away a few days, will respond to this lovely write then xx~ Anni ~~~ "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller

Your warmth, dear Ann, is so permeating, I feel it all this distance... I want to respond to this, but not after 3am & will do so when I return in a few days... will be thinking of you, lovely woman Much love~ Anni ~~~ "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller

Interesting interpretation, I'm glad I caught this then before going away for a few days. Just to address a couple of thing if you are revisiting. Most importantly "the Preditor" is really used here to name the thing that disurbs me, it is predatory behaviour from an individual, & the term comes mostly from my sister's observations of a style of man or behaviour I now recognise. More importantly, it is NOT the "you" I ask anything of. It is the thing, at the time of writing, I am seeking shelter from. The "you" is the thing I am asking questions of, the preditor is just an aside, the poem is written to the things (persons), (& I have to say you are in there) that I find give me strength & comfort, that make me feel there is integrity, brilliance that shines way beyond the shadows the preditor casts, & higher things to be focusing on than the distractions I occassionally find difficult. It's a bit of a leap for me, I normally don't ask for help like that, but it's a poem & we can take those leaps in this land I feel. No one knows who or even what I'm really asking, but it isn't a lot, & in the end, in this write, I think it's clear I am happy to stand on my own, I have no real expectations of anything really being given, it is all rhetoric I suppose. These things were intended more gently, I think, than how you have read them, but I must become more aware of how my writing meets people so it is good to hear. It isn't a love poem, it is more of an admission of my vulnerability something i don't acknowledge much in the real world, not so far as to admit I want some support anyway (not that I want support with this in reality, it is not really such a big deal, I was just responding to an immediate situation). You are right, & it is usually the case in reality too, that we can only really answer such questions as these ourselves, even in action, i.e. in this case, I am the only one that can really develope the comfort & strength so that the actions of another no longer disturb me. That's partly why I ever began writing, I suspect, to find those kinds of truths, way back as a child. If there is love here it is in the form of admiration & gratitude, that under these circumstances I can find some comfort in "the kindness of strangers". I do do too, it is here on this page, so thank you for commenting. I have woken & it's 2 am so that will do, I will return to this when I am back home on Teusday or Wednesday. xx~ Anni ~~~ "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller

Thank you so much Cat, you are most perceptive, that's exactly how it felt you know. I don't like "hope" it's been so toxic for me in my life, but it sneaks in still, & here it is, but not in reality wanting anything external... by the end, the last stanza, I answer my own prayer indeed, know what I must do to gather the strength & feel freed... Poetry is often a process like that where I can begin perturbed & by the end of the write have worked it through. But here also, like a prayer, is the reverence for another, at the time I felt some possible comfort in the shelter of that one, I know it to be illusion, but... whatever gets you through in the end! I am loving your presence here Cat, it seems you've been away since I have arrived, I am so pleased to find you back then.~ Anni ~~~ "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller

Lovely Blanka, again from you I am so chuffed, since you write with these sweet attributes yourself ... so fluidly & so movingly... I feel so spoilt here to have such brilliant admirers all, I am so inspired & so warmed by it. Such a lovely comment... Mmmm poppies, gentle, floating, peaceful, bright, delicate life, so transient & yet the span of time for blooming leaves the mind etched with these sweet things... lovely. Thank you~ Anni ~~~ "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller

My darling Beki wing-ed one, please don't you ever feel that anything you comment is valued less, you make me want to weep girl. I loved your presence here & our connection ever since I found you & felt blessed as I truly do to have bonded with my sister of gushing delight... Never, never feel lesser woman, you are as worthy as any & your way is wonderful, you write so directly from your lovely heart & we adore you for it, all of us I'm sure... may I presume to say especially me, something in you has always pulled me... I feel I have found family here on Neo, I know you will concur, we bond on different levels, as I've said above, I feel so very spoilt to have such beautiful commnets & lovely generosity on my work, I know you get it too & am so very happy to join my voice to those that take pleasure in the lovely Faerybeki & her input here on Neo. So much of what I write in gratitude contains a little of you dear one, I thought you would know it. Much love always dearest faery~ Anni ~~~ "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself" Henry Miller