pilgrim

It has been too long. No pressure though. I have commented in some detail below: It is quiet, the only sound from my fire [delete "from", not a necessary word and reads better too] as it frees the sun from the wood I cut. The long intake of its breathing as an endless wave passing on the deep, its plume constant riding as an albatross. [nice metaphor] Drawing me, I close my eyes where you come in stillness, and kiss the silver pilgrim [I don't know what the silver pilg[r]im is: tear?] that has journeyed from heart to cheek. Your lips as soft as starlight softly thought, [working out the metaphor is easier this way, less interruption of the flow] this warmth your scent and this embrace. I see your ease with words is still intact. Good. Brian

The rest of the poem is your usual, seemingly effortless grace and intimacy. But in the world of poetry that bird has major repercussions. Consider. Cheers, Jess "The political arena leaves one no alternative, one must either be a dunce or a rogue." Emma Goldman

*feel that I breathe dawn where you are next to the silence embedded in this selected magic of certainty * Your poem is very well written. Your words floating soft and warm Very very beautiful. odd molly

Where have you been? Hope all's well down there with you. Soft, tender poem (you do that well). I see Brian has already helped you, funny, at first glance I didn't like the line "my fire" at all, but when I read it again, I thought: "More words would mess up that line." Bless Brian's eye! A couple of typos crept in when you edited, please check again. Loved the evocativeness of your first stanza and the abundance of s-sounds in your last. Yours, ~Nina

I can't help (now that I am seduced into awarding stars) give high 5's to poems that are enticing, enthralling and bespeak of being bewitched. "It is quiet, the only sound my fire as it frees the sun from the wood I cut." Pure Magic... as is the rest of your smoldering poem. ~A "You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality." Ayn Rand

Yes it is. Ann of Norway

exceptional with your imagery, Craig. Exceptional! Amazing poet you are, my friend. ~Rick

Truly beautiful with some exquisit diamond lines, I am with Nina on the lines that pulled me the deepest (& I loved Brians input) "It is quiet, the only sound my fire as it free’s the sun from the wood I cut" .. but they are all a treat to read. I am so glad to hear things are so extra good for you, & your writing just gets better every time I chance upon it. My best wishes to you Cheers Anni~ "Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves". Blaise Pascal (1623 - 1662)