I will add my voice to others congratulating you on this engaging and interesting story. I liked the characters you developed, and particularly enjoyed watching Simon growing and evolving. And who could resist Jeff and Simon slowly circling closer to one another? Thank you very much for posting this.
I am taken first to the garden; indeed, my irises need dividing. In fact, the whole garden must be dug up. It’s a hard thing to learn. You make me feel the weariness, the bone-ache of just wanting to let things be. Yet I also feel the warm breath of sun and hope.
Thank you for letting us learn more about Jimmy. Now he must sniff out the rogue in Fergus’ pack. Shouldn’t that have news have Fergus more worried? His priorities really seem skewed. One wonders who the rogue could be: someone wanting to take Fergus down?
Jimmy officially meets Sawyer. That was wonderfully awkward. And you manage to get them past that awkwardness, only to have @$&! Fergus interrupt. No good can come of that.
I love this beautiful, enigmatic poem. I’m drawn to the images, clotted uncertainty and confidence as a coat of many colours. My heart wants to follow the vision with you.
Shy or evasive, each has a character. Now is blackberry time. Not only do they shift, they have thick thorns, too. But there’s nothing like filling buckets full of blackberries on an August afternoon.
I was so happy to beat the Robins and Cardinals to the blueberries this year. Now the blackberries are just beginning to ripen in my neighbor’s field. I’m so happy you liked these.
Strawberries
growing wild in the field
give themselves away by their white flowers;
yet they still hide successfully behind clover,
bright red peeking shyly through sweet green,
like June’s treasure scattered
at my feet.
Raspberries
are best eaten at dawn,
hanging as rubies amongst the thorns,
so pensive passersby on the path pause to pluck,
savoring such sweetness on the tongue,
tasting like joy distilled
by the sun.
Thank you @Myr for your insights, and more importantly, for your vision. 36,000 of us are grateful for what you have wrought. Thanks again, @Carlos Hazday for making this feature happen.
This poem took me with you on a journey to dark caverns and deep, reverberating tunnels. I feel an oppression, a confining closeness, until you open up the vision of the rose, and the flower with roots that grow around the stones to lift blossoms to the sky. I loved this.
I enjoyed this last installment of Malibu. You gave us deeper insight into both Cesar and Brett, as well as into Bryce and Zion. Ritch is getting more flesh on his character, too. Just because there won’t be any drug fueled orgies at the house doesn’t mean there might not be an adventure or two. It will be a great place for them.