when pressed
when pressed
between love
and a hard
place, your
words still
hold such
meaning –
a captured
vibrancy
within
an entire season
.
20100908:2355
y
when pressed
between love
and a hard
place, your
words still
hold such
meaning –
a captured
vibrancy
within
an entire season
.
20100908:2355
y
Your love poem all get to the root, the heart,
the vertex of our fragile yet fabulous emotions.
I think you should bind up a Chapbook of your
love poems, and title it EMILY DICKINSON IN
BROOKLYN, then bundle up your death and
mourning poems into another Chapbook and’
title it CITY ZEN TALES. Yes, I still visit your
site daily, since you almost write a new poem
every single day, and I repost them faithfully
on my site. I am sure you have a following
from there too.
i appreciate it!
Indeed another fine love poem and an interesting possible title for a book.
“when pressed” or “Emily Dickinson…?” (smile) thank you so much.