Your comments and your appreciation melt me, Mike. Very high compliments. Thank you! I've been debating posting a little more of this sort of content so this seems like a reinforcement that I should. 🌞
Sylvia I want to fold my cards at the game table for the rest of the evening to your high hands that keep dealing me low suits and I keep playing but flushed, I remain with all hearts to win one round the world moment with you at the helm
There’s a hot tub waiting around the corner of the private club. Suits optional. The royal jewels sparkle. The candle’s getting dim. We can tiptoe around and do a lost and found. My Jack of diamonds will raise your queen of hearts to sparkle.
Wow, thank you! There are a couple of mic sound issues that bobble, much to my dismay, because I have a makeshift recording area...so I appreciate your use of "perfection" because even if there is no such thing (and I know this one isn't) the fact that you should say it's so makes my insides glow. Very much appreciate you being here and reading. xo
My sweet Nazish, thank you! I have been so inundated with projects and I know I have been missing out on so much reading and in keeping up with friendship bonds in the way I would like. And I know you are on that list of friends I have not been able to catch up with in reading. I send the deepest warmest light to your night or early morning...golden light either way. I appreciate you sitting to read me here. xo
I am enmeshed in love myself right now. Well - always in fact, but even more than usual at present - so I'm way behind on my reading but I couldn't resist a poem with a title like that, and I wasn't disappointed! :)
My wonderful friend, Dave, it really makes me happy that you couldn't resist a quick read (or listing) here with me. I'm thrilled that you are enmeshed with the love of your life (please send Meg the biggest long hug from me) as that is the way life should be, always. Instead of trying to reach someone from afar you have the joy of having love in all ways, near. I've been falling desperately behind in all things related to being here the last couple of weeks but I am eternally thankful that we are crossing paths here now. Sending much love. xo
The idea of essences pressing I find alluring, enchanting, to make the abstract palpable, that may be what the touch of a soul we love may actually do. I love where your poems are going, Sylvie. I think you’re allowing yourself that internal magic.
My dearest Mahdi, you know we both exist in this alter realm ( I won't say alter reality because this realm is very real to me) and I try to reach at every possible opportunity, out to those I love and feel deeply connected with...even if for the half over-stretched extension of a sighing millisecond. I hope this reaches you there. And I would like to think that this shift in my writing is due to the possibilities of connecting with words and others that I have never before done until starting here on substack in mid January. I owe so much thanks for that.. Thank you for connecting to my internal magic with me. xx
My goodness. Mystical woman.
You know I appreciate you. thank you, Jozef. 💖
My lord! Swoon. I beg for mercy. What gorgeous, heartracing rapture you've created. Chills down my spine, Sylvia. Pure chills.
Your comments and your appreciation melt me, Mike. Very high compliments. Thank you! I've been debating posting a little more of this sort of content so this seems like a reinforcement that I should. 🌞
Please, yes.
Sylvia I want to fold my cards at the game table for the rest of the evening to your high hands that keep dealing me low suits and I keep playing but flushed, I remain with all hearts to win one round the world moment with you at the helm
Richard,
Shall we have a glass of wine?
Some slow jazz...
classic blues...
and as we watch neon
stretched finger hues of
sunset seeping
surreptitiously
into twilight by candlelight
forget about suits to just...
relax
There’s a hot tub waiting around the corner of the private club. Suits optional. The royal jewels sparkle. The candle’s getting dim. We can tiptoe around and do a lost and found. My Jack of diamonds will raise your queen of hearts to sparkle.
Temping, Richard...so tempting.
Beautiful. And that audio? Perfection!
Wow, thank you! There are a couple of mic sound issues that bobble, much to my dismay, because I have a makeshift recording area...so I appreciate your use of "perfection" because even if there is no such thing (and I know this one isn't) the fact that you should say it's so makes my insides glow. Very much appreciate you being here and reading. xo
I love this so much, Sylvia. "Drink from the morning of your cup". So ethereal.
My sweet Nazish, thank you! I have been so inundated with projects and I know I have been missing out on so much reading and in keeping up with friendship bonds in the way I would like. And I know you are on that list of friends I have not been able to catch up with in reading. I send the deepest warmest light to your night or early morning...golden light either way. I appreciate you sitting to read me here. xo
Gorgeous, dear Sylvia!
I am enmeshed in love myself right now. Well - always in fact, but even more than usual at present - so I'm way behind on my reading but I couldn't resist a poem with a title like that, and I wasn't disappointed! :)
My wonderful friend, Dave, it really makes me happy that you couldn't resist a quick read (or listing) here with me. I'm thrilled that you are enmeshed with the love of your life (please send Meg the biggest long hug from me) as that is the way life should be, always. Instead of trying to reach someone from afar you have the joy of having love in all ways, near. I've been falling desperately behind in all things related to being here the last couple of weeks but I am eternally thankful that we are crossing paths here now. Sending much love. xo
The idea of essences pressing I find alluring, enchanting, to make the abstract palpable, that may be what the touch of a soul we love may actually do. I love where your poems are going, Sylvie. I think you’re allowing yourself that internal magic.
My dearest Mahdi, you know we both exist in this alter realm ( I won't say alter reality because this realm is very real to me) and I try to reach at every possible opportunity, out to those I love and feel deeply connected with...even if for the half over-stretched extension of a sighing millisecond. I hope this reaches you there. And I would like to think that this shift in my writing is due to the possibilities of connecting with words and others that I have never before done until starting here on substack in mid January. I owe so much thanks for that.. Thank you for connecting to my internal magic with me. xx
Well, Jeremy, I'm glad it translated...the poem in its entirety. 🌞
Thank you. It's been a bit since I was regularly posting and this was what spilled onto the page. Hopefully I can get back into the normal routine.