Strikes At the Heart

Strikes at the Heart A hunger strikes at the heart – dictates the pace, backwards, into a time ( times ) and into a place where, when one sees, as one looks into the face of, watches the hands move counter in space, then recalls, – remembers what one has lost – realizing, upon times fleeting face, layers of frost painting a picture, the portrait of, icy cold. A truth, if but one would see, in the stories to be told. How does one come to know, what is perceived ?, to be truth, a truth, the truth in what is retrieved from the ashes, the light, the fire within memories hoard. That which, for eons and eons has been stored away, for an understanding, during some future day. Hopefully before the spirit, the soul have slipped away into the ether, that place where they may have to stay for eternity, after going into that good night - they pray B. J. “A” 2 November 12th 2004

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Kp Nunez

Date: 2/17/2015 11:26:00 AM

"Hunger that strikes at the heart-dictates the pace..." Again, you've made the reader reflect, gather insight, and go on a pensive mode. Thank you though, for the pleasure always of reading your write, sire. Smiles on a late evening from the land of thousand isles...:D Kim PS. I saw you online today...

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/17/2015 1:52:00 PM

Good morning Kim Patrice Nunez : And it is - in an otherwise gay, dampness - ( bright blue skies to fill the eyes ) my Dear, and the sunshine your perpetual welcomed visits and thoughtful, insightful comments. THANK YOU !!! “ Dreams now extinct 4 Once the fashioner of the future ”, “ I read excellence and insight in your writes, sire. ”. You are far to kind Kim, with your deep praise of my stuff. If an ego where my flight ?, you certainly would have me soaring high above the atmosphere, not that I do not appreciate your every word, but you give me much more than I deserve

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/17/2015 1:51:00 PM

“ Others were not blessed with more time and the right faculty to do that... ” !!! Nothing that you read of mine my Dear, comes from being educated, for I am not ( eight grade ). Nothing that you read of mine my Dear, comes from having been trained or educated in this form or any other, of expressing oneself. From whence it came ?, from where it comes from ?, I know not. The essence of my stuff - the insight - comes from my having delving into psychology from the time I was fourteen – sixteen I was kicked out of public school – until about nineteen. Thank you my Dear, I aims to please Kim, “ Always a pleasure to read your reflections, sire.. ”. “ BTW sire, all poets have not received notifications since Feb 12 ” I am glad for your information Kim, for I thought I had done something wrong. Anyway things are working now as is obvious, seeing as how I am answering your communique .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/17/2015 1:51:00 PM

“ And that's your advantage...now you can sit back and reflect on the life you have lived. ”. I do not know if that truly is an “ advantage ” Kim, because as you have browsed my site, you can see that the essence of much of what I have composed has garnered little interest and as for it being a source to“ reflect on ”, I have to tell you my Dear, that once the pen had left the page ( now the key board ) it has become history. This stuff has not been seen since the date at the bottom of each piece, except of course, when one finger hunt and pick it onto word then copy and past it onto my blog and simultaneously onto poetrysoup. I do not know that I would say that Kim,

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/17/2015 1:50:00 PM

“ Strikes at the Heart ”, “ "Hunger that strikes at the heart-dictates the pace..." Again, you've made the reader reflect, gather insight, and go on a pensive mode. ” That is so sweet of you to say so my Dear, although that was never my intention - some twenty six years ago, when my friend Joyce K., took some of the passages I wrote in letters to her and sent them back to me in poetic form ( she wrote poetry ) and said that I could do so myself. The winter of eighty nine, I tried, the rest I history – I never intended to put my stuff out into a public forum – thanks to a young Oriental Lady who worked at the centre ( August 2009 ) where I was learning to use the computer, who read some of my stuff and set up my blog .

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 2/17/2015 1:49:00 PM

“ Thank you though, for the pleasure always of reading your write, sire ” I am sorry for all the deep psychological, philosophical material my Dear, but I am afraid that, that is the nature of this beast but glad you have found “ pleasure always of reading your write ” “ PS. I saw you online today... ”, In which from, what site ??? “ Hugs and smiles from the land of bright sunshine and thousand isles :D Kim ”, “ Smiles on a late evening from the land of thousand isles...:D Kim ”. Back at you my Dear, from the land of a trillion, trillion rain drops and glorious sunshine . Best wishes, big hugs and kisses . Bill . ( B. J. “A” 2 )