Part Two- -and I still find " standing on two deep maroon tulips" disturbs me because " they flow out your hips " - - I see them as Fallopian tubes and they are bleeding life out of my body because
Part One- I have read this 3 times over the last few weeks and for the first time I felt my mind stay apart- from your write- -I'm getting old and less... pliable? ....I read your topics and I have tried to see the poem in that light again today
A perfect poem for the pandemic. In our time of isolation, we stand tall and flow with the current. Our cup overfloweth with dark red blood to keep us strong through this dark journey.
Thank you so much, Richard. Yes, when one reads the poem as dealing with someone standing in a sea of red, dark possibilities emerge. Read as surrealism, other dark possibilities emerge. Thanks again, Richard.
But none make u disable, as long as your strong spirit pull your desires. Where legs can walk if, hopeless is the map for your mind
That's sounds very psychedelic. Where are the magic mushrooms?
what a true metaphorical vision why feel ashamed of being lame not our will
Brilliant observation, Poet. Only, perhaps, one might feel something negative if the disability is within the observer. Thanks so much for reading.
This Senryu makes a reader very much emotional. Although this is a short poem, still this carries wonderful sense within. This metaphoric poem indicates that disability is not a problem. A man with disability can also stand with courage and success very taller. An excellent sharing is done.
Indeed, Kumarmani! And at times the courage lies within, and a decision to address those barriers is the key to success. Thank you so very much.
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PART THREE- - [a] I can either no longer have children or [b] [because I am losing my children or [c] because I am no longer productive in a literary or social way. or [d] our Mother Earth is dying and can no longer be fertile and produce more children and more sustenance for those children. I'm sorry, my friend, that I didn't connect this time like I so often do to your probing deep poetry. My fault, not yours. But I know this is top ranking poetry, my friend.
Hi Susan, I'd say you made some absolutely great connections. I was, in part, inspired by Carl Jung...so what you noted is certainly valid. Maybe I've seen one too many David Lynch films just one or two too many times. Thanks for reading.