That is so beautiful, thank you, M'Lady. Very morose right time now. Life does, indeed, feel very much in the mist. It's good to be Loved ; all a Man can wish for, in his dying breath, is knowing he is loved by *someone*. I'm just grateful I'm a very stubborn Soul, always True to Life. When all is so very black, I patiently wait for that glimmer of the Sunrise; if even it were my last, the Dawn would be my final sight.
Certainly, a symbiotic "dance", a waltz of the minds over space and time. Can't say if it's a lesser or better, but just about to get to try to start mine own, my own Words here (which every Breath has a Power of it's own, forever out there), there goes the collapse...one at a time, my very foundations begin to fall before me; very suddenly, one by one. Now it's like surfing on a razor. Into the fog...It's maddening-but at least it's exhausting : sleep is a blissful thing. Mares 'O the Night pale to reality! But always the optimist, and ever a Good Soldier, I will awaken with hope for the best, come what may. After all, there is no alternative, aye? Blessings, Dear Lady
I Wake up from a short dream to read your “Gray World”. Two “IFs” I ponder and think the gray-dark shadows are like in a dream. Formless yet seen like smoke or fog that surrounds; yet will dissipate with the rising of light that brings the note that hope and love exist as does the rose to be savored, perhaps cut and placed in a vase. Transitory color - contrasts against the gray world that fades and there the IF world of love still remains.
An idea for a future poem, instead of having someone you love, you can write a poem about the craving for someone like that. Just saying, you don't need to write that.
That is so beautiful, thank you, M'Lady. Very morose right time now. Life does, indeed, feel very much in the mist. It's good to be Loved ; all a Man can wish for, in his dying breath, is knowing he is loved by *someone*. I'm just grateful I'm a very stubborn Soul, always True to Life. When all is so very black, I patiently wait for that glimmer of the Sunrise; if even it were my last, the Dawn would be my final sight.
Thank you so much for your kind comments. You have added such beautiful thoughts. Could I use it (with credit) in one of my Musings?
Never give up hope, never bow to the darkness 🙏💙💫
Dear Lady, I am deeply Honored, and, yes, certainly. I hope that it may keep another's head above water, tides be damned!
Thank you… sometimes other people’s thoughts give rise to my own musings.
Beautiful connectedness 💙💫
Certainly, a symbiotic "dance", a waltz of the minds over space and time. Can't say if it's a lesser or better, but just about to get to try to start mine own, my own Words here (which every Breath has a Power of it's own, forever out there), there goes the collapse...one at a time, my very foundations begin to fall before me; very suddenly, one by one. Now it's like surfing on a razor. Into the fog...It's maddening-but at least it's exhausting : sleep is a blissful thing. Mares 'O the Night pale to reality! But always the optimist, and ever a Good Soldier, I will awaken with hope for the best, come what may. After all, there is no alternative, aye? Blessings, Dear Lady
Blessings to you my friend 💙🙏💫
Ivar, now that would be something to write in your own substack. You’ve just wrote a really beautiful reply.
I am not going to use it… but YOU should!
Go on, copy this and put it in your substack. It’s worth reading 💙💫
I Wake up from a short dream to read your “Gray World”. Two “IFs” I ponder and think the gray-dark shadows are like in a dream. Formless yet seen like smoke or fog that surrounds; yet will dissipate with the rising of light that brings the note that hope and love exist as does the rose to be savored, perhaps cut and placed in a vase. Transitory color - contrasts against the gray world that fades and there the IF world of love still remains.
That was the essence… despite the gray (or grey) there’s love, and that will turn gray into day. 💙💫
Beautiful!
Thank you Jayshree 💙💫
Oh, it’s so beautiful, Joyce! ❤️My story this week also has “grey” as a theme.🩶
Oh thank you Kathrine, and such a synchronicity, us both having a similar theme. 💙🙏💫
Great poem.
An idea for a future poem, instead of having someone you love, you can write a poem about the craving for someone like that. Just saying, you don't need to write that.
Thank you. I cannot really write with a specific intention, most of the time words and images just pop up and that’s what I write.
Reminds me of Yeats. Beautiful.
Oh my goodness, no better compliment than this. Thank you Trudi 💙🙏💫
You’re welcome. It resonated. ✨
I’m so pleased it did 💙💫
Simple, elegant and pure. Makes me think of the love I have for my wife. “As long as we have each other…”
Thank you VP, that’s a beautiful thought 💙🙏💫
Very sweet and beautiful! 🥰✨🥰 Thank you Joyce! ✨💖
Thank you Charlotte, blessings 💙🙏💫
Beautiful ✨
Thank you Deborah 💙💫
im not crying youre crying 😭 ahhhhh i love this
Thank you Tesstamona, blessings to you 🙏💙💫
So beautiful! ❤️
Thank you Amanda 💙💫
HAY(NA)KU
Gray
firmament transforms
to azure welkin.
Many thanks for the inspiration.
That’s beautiful…thank you 💙💫
The image contrasted with your title drew me in. Your word choices kept me engaged.
I have been experiencing many a gray day in my neck of the woods. I keep thinking a bright and beautiful bouquet of flowers would lift my spirits.
Your post has done this for me this morning.
So very pleased it gave you an uplifting feeling. Thank you 💙💫
Loved it! This piece invoked thoughts and images about knights and their ladies :)
Oh thank you Knight, that’s a lovely thought 💙💫
Did you like the Sorceress's backstory?
Yes I did, full of melancholy but beautiful. 💙💫
Lovely poem. Sorry it was spoiled by that AI image.