The Gloaming Comments

How much do they tell us about us, their creators/users? Or the actual thing/phenomenon they're supposed to represent? Or the borders where meanings merge, where maybe we blend into them, where maybe there's a harmonising effect at work, or where, more simply, minds may meet, however oddly. Glad I met this work of yours, Denis. Was a pleasure to read, and rattled the grey matter. Thank you.

But " gloaming" ? I think that deserves a bigger tent; is in fact (?) a big tent. But then, the gloamin' isn't a small thing! It steers our imagination towards the sizable dimensions of the thing itself, and because it's a little opaque or maybe even a lot, it possibly has the power to evoke mystery perhaps, if not possibilities. How much power do words have over us?

Words, meanings, emotions and the portals that lead from each of those into the other, or all, in some cases. Is there something infinite contained in the word " infinite" ? Sometimes I think of words as tents. " Break" would normally have/be a small tent imv as it doesn't seem to me to enclose (in itself) any great mysteries, though we ourselves can tie a web of allusions - with branches no doubt - to it.

I love that time of day, the light is very special. You might like to take a look at my poem “Beauty in the Bronx”.

Lovely poem and interesting. Yes, why is it called “the gloaming” when it’s not a place, but a time of day? I think I’ve asked myself the same question. ‘Roaming in the gloaming, on the bonny banks of Clyde...’ You’ve made it into a mysterious, enticing place. I read that ‘gloaming’ comes from the verb ‘to glow.’

o GREAT poet CHIINESE POETRY IS OUT COMING FROM OUR HOT OVEN would you care to read my MOMS SMILES PLEASE.

I like the roadside plants. Thank you

very philosophical poetry lovely Chinese now would you like to read my poem MOMS SMILES KINDLY DO

A highly philosopical write that ruminates into the meaning of the word 'the gloaming', its special significance of associating always with the word 'the'- - -'t' trails off you can not pinpoint its ending moment- - Like sun light, life's gloaming moment comes- -it goes out of sight, but again reappears in a new sun.