The Fabled Lands Once Held My Heart Comments

you've just posted 4 very passionate poems- I can only say I felt each one intensely. 'A couple express the spasm of suffocation that seems to almost shut out one's very existence, except as a fire of pain, for a time when someone dear severs connection. The cloth of hurt' is a very strong image that especially stays with me, and your overriding 'expedition' metaphor in this one does as well, for as I understand, we really are each a world. If these are autobiographical, and it's hard to imagine such passion otherwise, please know I can only 'get' them from having had such experiences, and that I and I'm sure many who read them, wish you healing with time and the waxing of the moon(s) , in these cyclings and recyclings of our nevertheless ever-new experience.

Vivid and strong, steady and sad