Headstall's Reflections - 53. Muted Din

So much varying emotion is conveyed in each of these.  Another example of how you leave a piece of yourself on the page.  

Thanks, Lit... I appreciate you reading  

3 minutes ago, Bucket1 said:

 

 ... I feel that yawn, B... two hours sleep... wish the lullaby worked on me... love you, my friend  

I always worry that my interpretation of the poems is off base from your intentions, and then you'll all tell me that the meaning is what the reader sees it to be.  But, using the first piece as an example, I'd worry about what is going on in CG's life (hopefully everything is all right) maybe I'm worrying for naught ... poems remain cryptic and will not divulge their secrets easily ...

1 minute ago, hohochan657 said:

I always worry that my interpretation of the poems is off base from your intentions, and then you'll all tell me that the meaning is what the reader sees it to be.  But, using the first piece as an example, I'd worry about what is going on in CG's life (hopefully everything is all right) maybe I'm worrying for naught ... poems remain cryptic and will not divulge their secrets easily ...

They do and they don't, hoho. Sometimes, a poem's true meaning is known only to me, while other times, it's pretty clear and straightforward. They really are meant, for the most part, to be open to interpretation, and above all else, relatable... Mine are usually fueled by an emotion... often a strong one. I want to know what you see... not guess what I meant  ... if I touch you in some way, the poem has succeeded... thanks for taking the time to comment, buddy  And yes, CG is doing well... I wrote his poem to let him know I care... and to lift him up before his eye appointment... which went really well   

Like HoHo, the first poem had me worried about CG. Glad to know his eye appointment went well. Isn't he a lucky fellow to have you there to support him   The other poems had me thinking about my life and wondering if you were inside my brain? LOL. Especially 'Revelations'.  I stand in awe of all writers who can put such profound emotion and thoughts in so few words.  

Hey, LadyDe! Yeah, CG's doing well, and I'm fortunate to be able to call him friend. Thank you for your kind and encouraging words, my friend. The best thing I can hear is that you relate... I promise I'll stay out of your brain... it's probably scary in there   Cheers, and thanks... Gary....

i do not tend to seek out and read poetry, but i followed you here (mainly to read the one about CG). your poetry, the ones here and the ones on COTT, are beautiful, thought provoking and engages to the soul. i wish for you is peace for you. 

1 hour ago, mogwhy said:

i do not tend to seek out and read poetry, but i followed you here (mainly to read the one about CG). your poetry, the ones here and the ones on COTT, are beautiful, thought provoking and engages to the soul. i wish for you is peace for you. 

Thanks, moggy... that means a lot. Poetry is such a baring of my soul sometimes, putting myself out there... you never know whether people will respond to your words. It means a lot when they do... Cheers... Gary  

Gary, my dear friend... 

I couldn't reply to this right away, I had to wait until now, and still I teared up all over again.

Words on a page or screen can be masks for others to see, possibly to hide who we really are, other times to protect our own hearts from the world around us.  I've had the joy and honor to spend hours in conversation with you over the phone, at a time when I most needed it...and I know that your words are what truly lives in your soul.  When I read your poems, or anything at all, it isn't the keeness of anticipation of a well-crafted piece that I feel...it's the warmth in my heart that comes from the visit of a good friend, a spirit I value for the joy it brings to me on a dark day, like a crackling fire on a cold night, or the bond of knowing there is someone out there who shares that one moment when you are in synch with one another in perfect understanding where no words are necessary.

Gotta go, or I'm gonna cry again--or turn into a gooey puddle of mush.   

On 5/29/2017 at 0:11 AM, ColumbusGuy said:

Gary, my dear friend... 

I couldn't reply to this right away, I had to wait until now, and still I teared up all over again.

Words on a page or screen can be masks for others to see, possibly to hide who we really are, other times to protect our own hearts from the world around us.  I've had the joy and honor to spend hours in conversation with you over the phone, at a time when I most needed it...and I know that your words are what truly lives in your soul.  When I read your poems, or anything at all, it isn't the keeness of anticipation of a well-crafted piece that I feel...it's the warmth in my heart that comes from the visit of a good friend, a spirit I value for the joy it brings to me on a dark day, like a crackling fire on a cold night, or the bond of knowing there is someone out there who shares that one moment when you are in synch with one another in perfect understanding where no words are necessary.

Gotta go, or I'm gonna cry again--or turn into a gooey puddle of mush.   

Finally, I get to this. You made me cry too... your words, your thoughts expressed... well, they're priceless. I'm so glad you see me... the real me that resides in this body. I only reflect the goodness I see in you... and I do see you... you too are priceless... love you dearly, my friend, and the muted din is about our special connection  

You'll have my gratitude forever, Gary, for being the link and support which kept CG in touch with us and writing during those months where his eyesight failed.  

On 6/17/2017 at 12:36 PM, Timothy M. said:

You'll have my gratitude forever, Gary, for being the link and support which kept CG in touch with us and writing during those months where his eyesight failed.  

Thanks, Tim, but it was no hardship. CG is my friend, and keeping in touch was as much for me as for him at the scary time.