A reason to read (and reread) WP. If i needed a reason. Hell no, no need for reason when reading Ray. Just read.
The Ark Of Sanity
Here is another Vidur drop-dead gorgeous poem that is ethereal to my mind… he takes you on a journey of flight. And as painful his words to read, they are equally beautiful ✍🏼❤️ Love as a token, worn raw and bled on paper. I like, no love, this poem very, very much!! It is a pleasure to share it with you… if you are unfamiliar with Vidur Sahdev, you are missing a gem in the poem quarry.
I open my palm,
to let you go,
you didn’t find,
in the written,
in the felt,” … go check out the rest of the poem. Soon!
Vidur’s poems are philosophical. Written in few words to share universal truths. They calm your heart and mind as a fresh ocean breeze. A few poems are known to shake you free! 🕊🎶
Not me. Probably will never be me… watch as i slip behind the curtain.
Why are you still here? GO Splurge 99 cents on yourself and support a fellow blogging author… then get to work and write your book. Maybe? 👋🏻🕊🧡
Everyone should spell “elekktrissititi” the grumpy way, from here on out! 🤣😝❤️
Saudade is a deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves. It is an infinite emptiness of someone or something you yearn to have which may or may not exist. It brings sad and happy feelings altogether, sadness for missing and happiness for having experienced the feeling.
— Read the rest on theenchantressweb.wordpress.com/2018/08/03/saudade/
I have enjoyed reading his writings… the growth exponential as of late. This short poem is beautiful. I have thought to reblog other poems… here is the first.
There is an inherent need to feel free. Be free. To move in open space. Dream Walden brings us there…
Sorry i have not had time to peruse your blogs. I am usually quite attentive. Of late i am swirling in personal obligations. Life is happening… again. I am fully alive and grateful to have passed through ten years of darkened days, oft taken for night. Days of sleep are now past. I am busy setting up a home in Massachusetts. Last week was spent in Cape Cod while our red oak floors were refinished. The floors are beautiful again. I am feeling beautiful too! 😍😘😊
Never have i felt so at peace. Not since Christmas 1990, when finally in 1995, i was awakened to grace and forgiveness… my rollercoaster emotions in 2008 took me drowning in feels of self-defeat. Grief. Guilt. Despair. A season of MDD with psychosis set in. Luckily minds change. So mine is too! For the better. A healing is happening in this house move.
I will get to your blogs. In time. I have not forgotten you. You matter. I will be by soon enough…
some of my time spent in art galleries…
Hey! Bought your book… perhaps i should do a book review? My first impression, because poetry books are more than words to me… because i desire a vision… and while i witness your book, i first notice the layout of the page. Anyhow….
And i was given permission. Because i asked. Hell, i could just do it. It is my healing and i read other’s poetry to heal. Right? But no worries, i am not here to rip any one or any poem apart. Who is qualified to critique a writer? No one. These are our souls being spilled and they belong to us… shared because no one likes to be alone forever. Well, at least i don’t want to be alone and i am happy Layne Ambrose choose to share these gems in a book. I was happy to buy it knowing I was partaking in a feast of words and images that just might spark something inside me.
Sunday was spent on Crane Beach, Ipswich MA, enjoying some light poetry. Well, these poems were light to me because its pretty tame compared to how i often feel, but rarely let loose. See, i think i know a bit about what is happening behind the scenes in his poems. But not really. I still like to think so.
Here is a clue to my thoughts and one of my favorite poem endings, which happens to be the last poem in the book. Yes, i always read the last poem first!
When I Get Away
see, maybe its easier to digest news on the beach… i figure most of what i read is lies…
Nothing comes in too clear, from far away… all appears to lie down with the lion.
The book is chock full. It will be a book i often drift back to. I am in the process of wondering how the poems fit in order on my time line. My order of awakening.
So i wrote….
i threw out
all the words, carousing
i forgot the letter
sent on a whim -toil of a bird
fighting the wind
perched higher still
the sail of a boat -off shore
there is no going back for me
There are many more poems i loved. This is truly a treasure to help me find my feelings. The book also works as a reminder as to how far i have sailed off the shore, building my wings as i soar.
Each blog post: Every word intoxicating. Each blog post: A passionate treat for the mind. Every blog post seeps in and joins the blood stream. This is when reading explains why we are alive! 💜🕊j