Achilles and Mercury

I love all paintings this evokes for me. So much colour and texture and richness. thank you xT

textures of heaven flow through and are graced by your touch ... and your surprised why ? beautifully writen Love and hugs Jayne x x

This is a lovely poem. "once Dali stopped by with his mustache and his brush mistakenly painted it with the Persistence of Memory," The line, "both my marriages failed" is of a different kettle of fish than the rest of the poem. That gives it stopping power, which might be a good thing. But if you want less stop at this place in the poem you may wish to change to a more metaphorical description; for example only, "vows rotted ochre". I think you will come up with something better, if that is what you want to do. Brian

I loved the images you spelled up and captured for me. And the moon, oh the moon! Dear daughter of the moon, how I am enamored of your heritage. But I must say, I do like Brian's suggestion. Always, Cat

what a rich write. i love the lines once Dali stopped by with his mustache and his brush mistakenly painted it with the Persistence of Memory, both comic and a bit sad at the same time. just a couple of thoughts i had... maybe lose precisely or exact in the second line. both mean the same thing, so it seems as if one could be redundant. apples of the sky, splotches of robin’s-egg blue, of white water, swirling, i'd leave out 'of (off) white'...to me, the line reads easier, and flows better without it. a couple of line breaks broke the flow a little for me, but i realise everyone reads differently, so that could be just me. i really enjoyed this poem. i love writes that don't hand it to the reader on a platter...writes that make the reader pause, think, inhale. that's what this write did for me. i needed to read it a few times to grasp completely, and i like that i had to...very few writes can be ingested in one reading. i love the use of colour in this...i found it very metaphorical... and i like how the colour references tie in with the last lines. i found this sad, questioning, reflective. i read your comments above, and i have to say i don't think i'd be of any help...i took the marriage bit in a literal sense, and i liked it that way! i liked that it changed/added to the whole tone of this. so, me no help...sorry. cheers p.

that your heart has not already done? would you make things convenient; though convenience is a tea- rose without thorns. 'or your failures, go to...' once upon a time- a little messenger boy named hermie ran into an old friend on their way to fulfill their errands. Hermie dedided to play a trick on his friend and stuck his traveling stick, called a caduseus, into his blind friend's quiver of arrows, for his friend was on his way to smite an invincible warrior in the heart with the taste of love. But the stick would not fly like the arrow when shot, and missed its' intended target, the warrior's heart, and hit him in his only vulnerable spot; the heel. The warrior was killed. No one is invincible when it comes to love's message. Though love be blind, its' power to heal is true. Once we taste love, though it may seem to leave, the unforgetable remains on our tongues- so to speak. please do. Who can chastise but one who is above reproach; yet in being so, chastisement vanishes.

I guess the old sayings are still the best. To fit in with the poem and your situation: "Time wounds all heels!" Another first class write my girl, well done Kindest Regards Ian T

Yes, that's me, old predictable. Still, to paraphrase your sign-off line...... head victories are safer than heart failures lol I'm such a shallow individual Take care, young lady Ianxx