I bleed into creatures

i really like this hey kept my imagination afloat 5 from 5 and 2 thumbs up BossCombat

You bleed your spirit into your poetry , even in the harsh writes bone bare there is a stark beauty, again you leave me gobsmacked but this time I made an effort to explain how affected I am by your writes, beautifully done as always ... Love Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...

Great write i really enjoyed the naturalness of this ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

as my friend used to say, im thrown off my cowl and I am now wandering senseless in the streets among the urchins, searching desperately for a whiff of your perfume......-diatom shells

That's right my dear friend ... you bleed and you breathe rich imagery into your poetry. That's not all - sometimes you can be stark and brutal with the truth. Ana, you are a poet of many hues, many moods and many colours. Absolutely enjoyed this one. It transported me to another realm. Leonard

Thanks for sharing this. I really fell for this one. Yours, Espen.

This is truly beautiful~ I enjoyed this verse in particular. I am seamless and with no contradictions left to bury I raise myself from the dead, merge into the tender dawn of mercy, Thanks so much for sharing part of yourself for the rest of us to enjoy. ~Jen~

The fossils in the tar-pit of your decadent ballroom, entice, entrance our imaginations to wander through so many facts of human expression, I wonder if, if this was written again with a little more attention to its form, its flow of thoughts, that it would be a hum-dinger of a poem that would rock our feelings through the music of your dear self here Anna. Oh maybe I should reread it many times and having assimilated the contents in my own brain give it the form you meant in the first place? We jump to conclusions, then when we come back to see a poem see it in a totally different light, at least that's what happens to me, I think to myself, why did I not see it like that before? Our receptive or perhaps one should say non-receptive brain can tilt its vision to suit its mood and on reflection change like a distorted mirror. I must take longer to study this as its first impression was fragmentary to my simple brain. Yours dear Anna for now Ann.