this morning the ocean soft as calf snout slow-eyed waves of a seaweed manger you began to sing newborn to the water each note translucent curled and umbilical yet I fear your voice will wake and beckon another such hurricane as those just now as if all joy were oxygen and bloodline to catastrophe I let go your hand and walk up the shore because my heart seeks the lost ground must learn again the shape of salted firmament
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qbit 
There is no cobstant thread in this weave, very interesting. Very surprising
Happy you dropped by my sumie Sunday today
Much💓love
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“as soft as calf snout”
“of a seaweed manger”
“umbilical with curl”
Such brilliant word-artistry.
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Thanks!!
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I love that you went to the sea with this. The whole piece is so novel, but I am particularly drawn to,
” as if all joy were oxygen/ and bloodline/ to catastrophe”
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Thank you!!
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In my book, any person who knows the feel of a cow’s snout …. is A-OK.
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Lol!
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This is utterly spectacular Qbit! Every line is poetic brilliance leading us across the shore.
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Thank you so much!
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The whole thing but the last three stanzas particularly.
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Thanks Petru!
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Some wonderfully descriptive phrases take us to the shore. Love the cow/calf snout connection!!!
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Hahaha! Thanks.
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A nice group of separates, Q. I’ll take, somehow I relate to, “and bloodline to catastrophe.”
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Oh, I know this feeling. That beach may never feel the same again.
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Life is a beach.
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Love how this cow took you to the sea. So many beautiful lines in it. Such a creative take on the image.
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Thanks!
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Love the way this circles around itself, possibilities spiraling and then coming to rest (possibly).
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Thanks. But now I think I should have worked it back to calf-snout again at the end. Not sure what that would have been like, but a missed opportunity, LOL!
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The brilliance in your work is outstanding and so surreal in your imagery. 🙂
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Thank you so much! I’m sorry I didn’t see this earlier!
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You are welcome. Hope all is well with you friend. 🙂
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A very organic verse.
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“I let go your hand
and walk up the shore
because my heart seeks
the lost ground
must learn again the shape
of salted firmament“
Gorgeous writing, q!
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