Your voice
Is a nest of time
First learning behind words
Their velvet center
Taking us both back to
Before I had language, listening to your
Interpretation of sound
I am the shell, come from the whorl of your ear
Talking to ourselves in drowsy pattern
We stitch close, layers forming billowing sails
As if all the world were a silken dream
And the smooth gust presses us into
Everlasting attachment
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Loved this. Beautiful. ππ
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Oh how beautiful – with a perfect image π
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Lovely π
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A kind of love to sink into, knowing peace.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
TheFeatheredSleep pens a special kind of love.
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Just..yeah…
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ππ
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Beautiful and haunting!!! π β€
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Beautiful accompaniment to delightfully tender painting
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Lovely! What every mother wishes her child would be able to remember.
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You’re the mum most would be better for having π
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That’s a lovely thing to say! I know mine say how much they appreciate us as parents, but other parents are much more judgemental. We have never got any of them through conservatoire or into prΓ©pas or even much interested in ‘achievements’ at all.
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This truly is a beautiful sentiment… a nostalgic memory that feels like a soothing embrace keeping us safe. Hoping the sentiment expressed is also because of more recent developments with family. Keeping you in my thoughts dear friend α¦
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Ditto
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Oh forgot to mention as all your writing has been exquisite, I especially liked “Walked with angels” from Saturday past. xx
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Thanks my dear one
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Beautifully well said. Your words hold such a driven & emotional feel. I love it. π
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Thanks Asimov π
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Your welcome, Candice.
Poetic words heal humanity and makes planet earth feel safe.
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I love the picture and the idea behind this poem.
I am still very much in need of being talked to sleep. Being told a story and gently drifting off… It is something I wish I could get from time to time π
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Sorry, I realised as I posted that the way I phrased my comment could be construed as me saying I don’t like the poem. I DO π
I like the image the poem conveys, and I’m fascinated by your way with words!
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I like YOU my lovely friend! πππ
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Me too!
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Astoundingly beautiful, Candice – evokes wordless memories. β£οΈ
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Wonderful words !
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
EXCELLENT EXPRESSION!
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Jonathan, I am so grateful for the re-blog thank you so much!
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It’s just what I do…with posts important to me. And there still are those who who are highly offended when I do that—to their POSTS IN PUBLIC!!! π People can be so strange! π
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I am extremely grateful and I love what you do and what you choose and that you care.
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Thank you. And my God thanks you, too. π
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