It was always slipping between the pillows. Beyond my inhale.
In the wringing time of night, for the life of me, no colours.
Just the haunting sound of you hammering the serrated grey – your granulated tears, falling on the anvil.
O, Love.
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I was so moved the first time I heard Bluebird by Bukowski.
Beautiful!!!
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Hi Angela!
Thank you! ❤
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You’re welcome! 💜
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“hammering the serrated grey – your granulated tears, falling on the anvil.”
Oh, that is so dope! I wish I had thought of it first! Amazing poem that slashes at the emotions.
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Barry! Hi!
Wow, I have never had anyone say that before! 😁Thank you!
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Wow. I’m moved.
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Ah the mysterious ways of WP…this was in my Spam folder. But it was a lovely thing to find, thank you dear B!
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It’s always nice when we bump into sth unexpectedly.
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Yes…like the time I found money in an old jacket…or when I think I have no chocolate left…best feeling ever lol
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Oh I love that feeling.
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Monumentally beautiful and the music is breathtaking.
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Charlie! Always so kind! And I always appreciate the care you take.
I wasn’t thinking of any particular music when I wrote this, but then I remembered this song I really love and it seemed perfect. I’m so glad you like it. I agree, it’s breath taking.
Thank you!
🌸
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You are so welcome. 🙂
Loved this very much. 🙂
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That so warms my heart 🙂
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🙂
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You always have the best music.
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Thank you!
And you always have interesting avatars. I had to look twice 🙂
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So, loved the words you wrote
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I’m honoured. Thanks Shantanu!
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My pleasure 😇
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So softly beautiful, like loves fingers gently brushing my skin.
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Oh that’s lovely!…yes, her heartache in this story, trying, so lovingly, to reach him and to help him let down his guard. It’s interesting, the two posts you have commented on are about the different armours we use. 🙂
Thank you for your comments 🌸
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Well, “amours” are quite interesting, but what’s beneath, even more so, as well as those whom contemplate them 🙂
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🙂
Yes…the whys and wherefores.
I heard this reading of “Bluebird” right when I was pondering the armour of a couple of people I care about, and it moved me so much. It was good timing.
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Actually, I had never heard it, so appreciate you bringing it to light. Yes, it was quite moving.
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My pleasure.
Considering he grew up with an abusive father, this seemed so honestly poignant. It’s just so tragic how common this situation is.
Thank you for visiting 🙂
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You’re very welcome. Ah yes. Abuse, violence in the home, feeling invisible – wanting to be invisible, feeling unsafe… sadly, many grow up this way. But life is full of intricacies, and the tiny bit of light is that many find a way to create meaning out of tragedy.
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Amen to that! A constant source of inspiration!
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Beautiful tones, Vanessa, fragile wisps, enigmas that you can’t catch, that are always just out of reach and flee before the harsh and solid. That’s what came to mind. Moreover, great song, love your avatar.
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Thank you Steve! That is what I had in mind, you’ve said it beautifully.
I’m glad you had time to listen, I think the song is mesmerisingly beautiful.
And thank you so much. 😁
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You’re very welcome, Vanessa.
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Beautiful song, but your words resonated.
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I really appreciate that, thank you.
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