Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Fairy Soul Comments

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I am rising from the ashes that have been resting in dust far too long.
I remember how I used to float above it all, untouched by the heavy chains that too many carry.
Mid flight I was hit with a rock disguised as a rose and fell to the ground.
I learned to love the ground, the earth.
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Leah Ayliffe
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Daniel Brick 12 August 2016

This poem reminded me of a sequence about young lovers in D. H. Lawrence's THE RAINBOW. The two are lovers and the man is complacent, they belong to each other, nothing will separate the, But the woman is dissatisfied and tells him bluntly their physical love has convinced her, he is not the one for her. The man is crushed and humiliated - it's difficult to read this passage.But Lawrence's sympathy is with the woman, who has an absolute right to search as long as she needs to. Freedom is NOT to be compromised by hurt feelings. Your poem ends with a marvelous passage on A FREEDOM TO BE - HAPPY. Your speaker and Lawrence's Ursula refuse to compromise their visionary view of Love, Passion, Freedom.

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Paul Davies 20 July 2016

In this poem, the course of life forces a psychological position that others will meditate in a cave for twenty years to achieve. It is usually only the punishment of active living that can refine awareness, even if not in outcomes one wants at first. I think of the story of Patrul Rinpoche, the nineteenth century adept, visiting a hermit monk who was ambiguously engaged in striving to learn forbearance while isolated from all humanity.

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Leah Ayliffe

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