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What is a hope not knowing how it feels
A random touch of warmth when the rain soaks through it seems
Or the sunlight with its breeze calming chaos down
Lazy cloud – floating – little shade, silent sound
Maybe nature the black cat whom I’m petting once a while
Hairy tails of doggies running over in the park
A rhythm of the river, the whisper – leafs falling off the tree
The image of the fireplace and the gulp of honey tea
Comfort zone – old socks – with those holes in need to be darned
Or the smell of flowers so intense I had to stop
Never thought of it although familiar relief fills up
And so I do – will hope for better times
How beautiful, I could picture every single thing and just couldn t hep but smile… awesome:-)
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Haha. One of those rare pieces of which I’m proud. Thank you, it really means a lot!
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re welcome^^
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Only a master writer like you can play with your words with the perfect touch of nature that add spice to this work of art. Passionate kind of writing! Coffee and cigs do help, donβt they? Lol jk. Have an awesome day, Matthew π
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Am I spoiled?! Never used to receive compliments and kinda struggle with, and you did it not only three times – in a single shot – but also in a way I cannot appreciate enough. Don’t know what I would do to you for it in reality… π Indeed. Coffee and cigarettes β€ You too, thank you so much once again!
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Haha in reality eh? Hmm… Come visit me for coffee and cigarettes and maybe wine too π€£π€£π€£
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Hmm. Sounds like a good plan! Fly over the world to get coffee, cigs and then drunk, and whoever know what else you would do ππ€£
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Wonderful piece! Really beautiful. I can’t really find words to express how much I love this and how much it resonated with me. Outstanding
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Thank you, and there is no need to say much when the poem resonated well with you as this itself stands as the greatest accomplishment for me.
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That was weird, it said I wasnβt following your blog π€
Mean WordPress
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I was actually thinking along the same lines, I mean, there wasn’t much activity from my side recently so wouldn’t be surprised as it happens more often. Och well, you don’t like me anymore it seems π π€§
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I never stopped liking you! I thought you must have stopped posting becasue you were never on my poets feed, π
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Don’t worry, whatever happened you’re there and this is most important π It was partly truth as there wasn’t much posts.
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This is an incredible piece. I have read it many times already. It resonates with me deeply.
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It’s been a while since my last satisfying piece. Appreciate the comment!
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It’s beautiful! Hope is in petting a cat, the dogs running wild. π
One can sense the description of your words for real.
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More of accepting current state and finding way out to appreciate little things like petting cats or dogs, hope is fluid, quite similar in imagination to the river – calmness, the state of harmony. Thanks for the comment!
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This is lovely.
and I love the intriguing picture
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Appreciate! I’m always searching the best or the most suited picture, this one seem to be a golden shot.
Thank you!
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I think it suits the mood beautifully.
And you’re welcome π
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Beautiful poem Matthew, “A rhythm of the river, the whisper β leafs falling off the tree / The image of the fireplace and the gulp of honey tea”. Penumbral displays of ataraxia compounded by selective wording and exposition.
You’re truly a marvel.
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It’s an honour to receive such praise from you, I’m glad. Although I will never be anywhere near the level your poems represent, especially in terms of construction, exposition or the structure implemented, the feedback given means a lot to me.
Thank you!
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No, Matthew, you are far different from me, and that is beyond value.
I truly believe your poetry not only feeds from insight and sensibility, it also doesn’t fall into the traps of human reductionism.
Dream, and you shall create, and thats what you’ve done. Your touch is unique and your approach is refreshing.
And I wouldn’t say this did I not mean it with impetuous belief. May you ever feel a bit down-stormed with self-commiseration, e-mail me. Your talent and work should not be wasted.
And thank you! You nicknamed me the Prince of Poetry, and I will never forget you.
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Diversity is a fuel for creative souls like us so we can learn from each other, grow together and strive further. Wouldn’t describe anyone as better or worse, just different.
This is exactly what I do, rules – in creative terms – are like shackles to me, those feelings and thoughts were born to be free, so the poetry created represents freedom. Your insight into my personality is quite scary though, but praise you have given to me is enjoyable and outweighs creepiness.
Thank you, will keep it somewhere in the back of my head, it happens often yet the key is to learn and deal with perfectionism in a healthy way. We will see where it goes.
You’re welcome, well-deserved nickname, won’t change it, just need to find a princess to overthrow the order π
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Oh, haha, a lot of things bleed through our work. I needn’t know you to understand you, but rather, just pay a little attention. Plus, I have a ridiculously sharp memory.
I’m not one for princesses, but I wish you luck on your quest!
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And it freaks me out a little, but once decided to share and publish whatever comes to my mind, it had to be taken into consideration. Same though, but often behaves as if I’m demented.
Just kidding, hope to see the broadcast mentioned, my idea was similar, yet nowhere near to be ready to start. Wish you luck as well and again – thanks!
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