Sunday, October 29, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Thinking Off •••
"...bear the pluralism―"
When I read a line like this I go all over the place (pluralistically) to withstand: people, crowds, variety's offering, weight of being, bombardment of stimuli, world view reconcilled, expose the plethoric, the substance of writing that trires to unveil everything, surviving any onrush of emotion, or onslaught of the seeable or touchable. Rich image for getting lost in. -allets
When I read a line like this I go all over the place (pluralistically) to withstand: people, crowds, variety's offering, weight of being, bombardment of stimuli, world view reconcilled, expose the plethoric, the substance of writing that trires to unveil everything, surviving any onrush of emotion, or onslaught of the seeable or touchable. Rich image for getting lost in. -allets
Friday, October 27, 2017
Dragonflies
Satish,
You, quietly, are one of the most abstract and talented poets on this site. Your poetry is never less than beguiling and mesmerizing. Take care.-Ben Pickard
These words are more than dragonflies, Satish. Dragonflies are small and a little weak, but your words are strong and they always stand up for themselves. Love this mystically vague write from you.-mossgirl19
You, quietly, are one of the most abstract and talented poets on this site. Your poetry is never less than beguiling and mesmerizing. Take care.-Ben Pickard
These words are more than dragonflies, Satish. Dragonflies are small and a little weak, but your words are strong and they always stand up for themselves. Love this mystically vague write from you.-mossgirl19
Thursday, October 26, 2017
Gliding
A fine poem on the soulless lives we lead, indulging in base acts and then running for cover in the 'sangam'. -GSP Rao
Monday, October 23, 2017
Perhaps
I like the visuals that each stanza portrays. The first stanza is very clear and an excellent creative start.
The second stanza paints a vivid moon lit night
I think the third is describing desire which should be sharp but isnt sharp enough to cut a jelly fishes eye
A sun stroke was speechless without a sun the gift of a night made me think that you were saying that night was a gift rather than the alternative which would be painful like sunburn or take away the sun from the sun burn and the sunburn is defunct and so you are left with the gift of cool night?
I loved "The sweet tooth of a lie scoops a truth" its a great metaphor but "king of bitters" made me struggle a little. I wondered if the addiction to lying left a bitter taste so by being a consistent liar by default would be the king of bitters taste?
I could be completely off track but I thought I would give it s whirl. It's certainly thought provoking and very deep. Best wishes-Milly Hayward
The second stanza paints a vivid moon lit night
I think the third is describing desire which should be sharp but isnt sharp enough to cut a jelly fishes eye
A sun stroke was speechless without a sun the gift of a night made me think that you were saying that night was a gift rather than the alternative which would be painful like sunburn or take away the sun from the sun burn and the sunburn is defunct and so you are left with the gift of cool night?
I loved "The sweet tooth of a lie scoops a truth" its a great metaphor but "king of bitters" made me struggle a little. I wondered if the addiction to lying left a bitter taste so by being a consistent liar by default would be the king of bitters taste?
I could be completely off track but I thought I would give it s whirl. It's certainly thought provoking and very deep. Best wishes-Milly Hayward
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
‘crossing The Bar' Once Again...
This poem is spiritual..... and this poem is touched my heart...I feeling well reading this poem. -Rahul Shil
Brilliant write! Good ink!-Sofia Kioroglou
Thought provoking. Kabir says,
During the first 'crossing of the bar'
I wept and the whole world rejoiced,
On 'cross the bar' again, I will rejoice
Others will weep in anguished noise. -C. P. Sharma
It is time to leave the waiting room, but i have come and will come again with all my sorrows, fears and happiness, someone will hold my hand, perhaps the same one.-Rayhan Rhyne
If you are blessed with those eyes (pl. see my poem under this caption) you will enjoy this crossing the bar once again! -Subbaraman N V
Brilliant write! Good ink!-Sofia Kioroglou
Thought provoking. Kabir says,
During the first 'crossing of the bar'
I wept and the whole world rejoiced,
On 'cross the bar' again, I will rejoice
Others will weep in anguished noise. -C. P. Sharma
It is time to leave the waiting room, but i have come and will come again with all my sorrows, fears and happiness, someone will hold my hand, perhaps the same one.-Rayhan Rhyne
If you are blessed with those eyes (pl. see my poem under this caption) you will enjoy this crossing the bar once again! -Subbaraman N V
For A Desirable World
Strong and powerful message well conveyed. -Jasneet Kaur
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
There Was No Subject
In dead of night, it
rains inside the eyes, on paper
and in poems.
-I loved it..An amazing poem..beautifully penned..regards.-Dr Dillip K Swain
rains inside the eyes, on paper
and in poems.
-I loved it..An amazing poem..beautifully penned..regards.-Dr Dillip K Swain
Forces Unseen
I liked it. Very well done, deep and thought-provoking. Yet I feel as if it isn't finished, so if you ever create another part, let me know! :) -MaiaSki
Monday, October 16, 2017
Under The Cloud
Thanks for the stirring share. Keep writing and responding to other posts.-Jasneet Kaur
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Dark Was Good
The life's many scripts
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.... yes, it is. Beautiful poem incely inscribed. Thanks for sharing.-Kumarmani Mahakul
will remain unread
buried in the folds of sands.... yes, it is. Beautiful poem incely inscribed. Thanks for sharing.-Kumarmani Mahakul
Saturday, October 14, 2017
Waiting In Wings
Very well written...draws you in and flows majestically...-Everyday_writer
Tuesday, October 10, 2017
A True Deception
This really is amazing. I'm glad to see it nominated. Well done--Brenda
I can only mirror what Mr darcy said.. fantastic satish-Em
Exquisite and mysteriously beautiful. I am left somewhere between, darkness and light; like a vagabond walking the nights streets, looking in at coffee bars that are just out of reach.-Mr. Darcy
I can only mirror what Mr darcy said.. fantastic satish-Em
Exquisite and mysteriously beautiful. I am left somewhere between, darkness and light; like a vagabond walking the nights streets, looking in at coffee bars that are just out of reach.-Mr. Darcy
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