Serendipity; the madness of

I am honesty lost for words my love hugs and love hubby xoxoxoxox

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not far from surreal set among an amorpic scenery I will dare not blink lest I miss a single verse In ink, Dabbler

I found this a cryptex of a poem. It hit me as an older persons decent in to delirium and near death to return to sanity and life, and the question then is asked, was paradise lost or gained.

Ann of Norway I loved this one and Barry's had some of the same .........that I couldn't leave unless it is me who is in this mood, you have both set a special mood in me. Oh and I could see this too as a theatrical piece with the poet reciting while the actors mimed the parts, that would be terrific Jayne don't you think? YES! Yes it would. That's where it would be fun to take part in the decision making of the costumes and the artistic side of things, this IS THEATRICAL and your experience on the stage is come out here like the bursting into flower of all the gardens blooms. You bloom, you flower, you Jayne. Love from Ann. the swans pecking with becks........beaks?

5 stars plus 5 ***** Beautiful images created here. I really love it...especially this stanza...reminds me of my wee pet rat Zak, and he is also free to roam my home as it too is his own home. Rosina mice burrowed free from their plaster tombs, hiding in the nearest bunker a dancing blanket haunted the alters of sleeping beauties laid out like flower beds Rosina xena465

They said it all. "I walk the streets as the white of nightlights" Loved it.

Seren, I am lost for words. This describes an unimaginable horror to me. extremely well written - you are so clever. xxxx Judy

and frankly I feel even more enlightened about what it must be like to be schizophrenic than before. Its a great poem although the postscript doesn't compel me as much since it feels like an afterthought despite the important question it asks. The last two conversational lines in particular seem slightly superfluous. How about something like I walk the streets as the whites of nightlights stare back blindly, thoughts meander to a stroll and serendipity poses... "Was paradise lost or retained ?…" Further up I wonder whether "delusions" is more appropriate than "illusions" "everlasting awareness" sounds rather biblical and tame. How about "vigliant scrutiny" or "obsessive vigilance" or "obsessive scrutiny" etc. I assume you are conveying the fact that the men in dark shadows are always observing and disturbing you. Finally, I'm not too sure about the image "a pang of steel slid her into...". I agree a pang is often a sharp pain but the overall image of this line and the next one makes the pang feel as if it is more benevolent than I am sure you intend. I felt that the pangs and blankness were supposed to contrast markedly with the soft swan imagery i the first two lines. So perhaps: "when a snow white swan lulled her into cool sleep, a pang of steel plunged her into the blank abyss of night." Hope this is of some help Lil Sis. As always big love and hugs from your BB

You know how seldom I comment on your poems, although I never miss one. LOL. I must confess that I have "Jayne-Chloe nights", in which I spend my time catching up on your work. It's just that I think that its kind of silly, to keep repeating praises and pleasure ad nauseam, for the delights that you write. But then you go and open up my soul with this, on the edge of dawn on the dark side of our world. My God woman, my God, how painfully exact and utterly beautiful is this description of the disease so few understand, and so many mistakenly call madness. I find myself casting my mind back to close friends, racing down into the abyss of this illness and climbing out from the morass of horror and confusion and isolation triumphant and whole on the other side. And waiting there for them, to help them get out of the pit, and welcome them back. That anyone at all could ever be victorious over such an enemy - one that my friends are even now ambiguous about - is utter and complete astonishment to me. It's even more astonishing to me that you could take the memory and experience of such a bitter voyage and make it so meaningful and poignantly beautiful. Five stars are simply not enough....I break my own rule for the first time since I vowed not to, and nominate. respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

Took me a while to understand the uncertainty of it but that can be good or bad (or somewhere inbetween).. Captivated, Seren, I am ! Thanks for the pleasure, Mark "I do not walk the earth and eat out of dumpsters, I'm not a bum, I'm beat."

This really is an amazing piece, it reminded me of le states interview with a vampire the theature scene and phantom of the opera, the film. It has such great imagery and flows really well. Im glad you shared this piece love vixy xxx Optimism in adversity nutures positive outcomes

I loved the line, "twilight brought saffron spells of protection" A really bold poem, I thought it was great - especially the end.

This poem was breathtaking- so many allusions to other works of literature yet completely original. Many of the images stay with me now, even days after reading your poem. This is one poem I would read again and again. Well done!