'When I looked for translations of "solitary" in my (Dutch) dictionary I found more than twenty different meanings.' I love that you're doing such things. Solitary for me is ambiguous. Sometimes it's self chosen, or at least you think so, but maybe you wouldn't mind some special company also.
I'm happy it felt positive to you. Thank you, Peter.
Solitary
The room is crowded and
I can feel your presence here.
Your stillness vibrates through me,
the void a rolling sea.
No sound screams in my ear
Until I hear
a whispered solitary
Vast halls echo silence
when I climb those many stairs.
Open doors are mouths gaping
Drapes like monsters shaping
Light through mirrors flares
And its glares
a bright, white solitary.
Blind windows show the sky
I can feel the sun’s cold rays.
Sweating I stretch out my hand,
touch the snow-c
I'm curious as to what brought you to write this' I'd rather not say. But seeing how you feel about posting your poetry, which I liked very much btw, I already got part of it.
For me black is linked to beautiful things, feelings and experiences, no bad things at all.
Thank you dugh, for whispering my poem.
Back
A hesitant step, much too small,
to be seen.
A quiet word, not enough,
To be heard.
A deep breath, an inner push:
Naked in the light.
Even though fully clothed,
He shivers.
Goes back to the safe place,
Black, as it is his nature.
What about the other sauces, Dark? My favorite is the red wine mushroom sauce.
I know how hard it is to refrain from editing very early pieces, still I think you were right AC, in not doing it. They are time capsules, conserving our early self.
Thank you Val and Parker for your kind words. Just as a warning though, let me quote Carlos: 'Yup, too much fucking drama. I can't stand that shit!!
Thank you Dark!
Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us, Lit! Yes there will be more eventually, although I'm very busy right now so it will take a while. I want to finish the second part before I start publishing, so there won't be any delay and also to take pressure off my team.
I love sleeping because of the dreams. And I often think of stories I could write and, if I'm really lucky, they become dreams. But when I was a kid I really, really hated having to go to bed. lol Thank you for the review!
The Pool
The water surface glitters in the sun,
beckons us over to come and have fun.
Little leaf boats only need a push
Clothes fly behind the elder bush.
Naked in a mad dash
Jumping in a big splash
Frozen we shiver
And blue lips quiver
Then strong arms grab us
Mom’s making a fuss
And the bathtub becomes soon
A spaceship to the moon.
Wild Dreams
I know you well
Many stories to tell
And so much yet to see
No time to sleep.
What will happen at night
when I’
Thank you, Def! After the slow start of the story, at least action-wise, I thought an end with a bang would be fitting.
Almost all the loose ends are tied, one last chapter to get the rest.