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Wabi-Sabi

youth, where imperfections trip upon each other and opportunistic peers joyfully celebrate the folly - glass tree houses be damned... and - a spun bottle breaks blood brotherhoods where fragile crevices expose truths and welcome untested kinships to fill the void. the leftover baggage - will it be burden or buoyant? like Scrooge's chains, worked upon - idyllic dreams dragged into reality. we're told to pull ourselves together - while drowning in emotional incontinence like this stumbling poem, trying to balance reason ... and sanity then - tossed to time's tumult, life's bitter tempering, yet - gold in our veins a vessel that can hold all that is ladled in...

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Shadow Hamilton

Date: 12/9/2023 1:00:00 AM

I think most of us hit this cross road sooner or later Craig it is unlike you to be hesitant. I will be back to read the finished poem hugs Shadow

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/10/2023 11:01:00 AM

Linda!! Me, no, I invented the pregnant pause many years ago! Great to see you venture "Into the fray" once again - somewhat magnetic, is it not? Hugs to you too, some from the old school still about - restless minds seldom sleep. Hugs to you as well - BTW, I have very few poems I ever consider truly done, except those (even if they're bad) with some specific emotional connection, like that old 'book pressed" flower you can never throw away...

Ink Empress

Date: 12/8/2023 4:41:00 PM

Dear Craig, How profound and true is this? Some look for those vulnerable ones and destroy them whilst these individuals drowning can fall for it too. And did you mention glass treehouse! I love treehouses and what a way to describe what you wanted to, i even have a prompt on insta this month with treehouse called “ abandoned treehouse “ ah and that particular line in your poem conveys so much. Ones who are so exposed or reveal too much can be damned. I love the ending. Toxic positivity-

Ink Empress
Date: 12/12/2023 10:20:00 AM

Was that a poem you’ve written as a teenager? I can see you’ve always had that cadence in your poems even as a teenager wow! So lyrical for some reason as well as moving. Thank you for sharing; tomorrow ill read more of your poems. I enjoy reading them

Ink Empress
Date: 12/12/2023 10:15:00 AM

I was just thinking the same, what really is normal? I don’t believe there is a normal, ah you know im a bit nervous to write on wabi sabi but this did inspire me to shamelessly try without lipstick to write. Haha. Yes ofcourse its just a coincidence treehouse but got me excited seeing you use treehouse. Ah thank you for the explanation. I guess i read too deep. Btw i checked out the movie youv mentioner in the other poem comments. Wow gut wrenching. And so sad. Sigh. You are right i love poems and movies etc on such subjects, not sure why i didnt receive your response to my comment before , apologies for the late response. Sending you light always

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/10/2023 11:43:00 AM

BTW, I'm not on instagram (got enough life escapes already) but, and you probably know, that tree house prompt is truly an invitation to revisit youth in some ways (every way). To me, it totally means youth left behind - those forts in the woods - forgotten/ignored dolls - I wrote one when I was a young teen, "This rock was here when I was small/I used to sit on it/my own little throne/but now a shrub has grown/and I have to push it back/to see my make-believe world/funny what sophistication does" I know, unrelated but old treehouses are in trees near old stones.

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/10/2023 11:20:00 AM

Dearest Inky, thank you, just looking off to the west here over the Gulf of Mexico - weather front coming in - so much more exciting than boring blue skies? You're a gem here in "Soupdom", where I'm just a mosquito spoiling picnics! Love your perceptions - to truly write, it's hmm impossible to be normal (whatever that is), because we have to visit all those parallel universes around us? Yup, and "Toxic" as you allude, like that sniff of ammonia - just enough to shake from a dream - it's fun, often simple reality is so boring!

Ink Empress
Date: 12/8/2023 4:43:00 PM

I came across this video by a psychiatrist which says “ i am a psychiatrist but I don’t believe in positive thinking, i believe in rational thinking” and as a psychologist myself i say “ me too” lolol altho sometimes i can be a bit emotional . Anyhow this is another one of my fave poems from you for the depth and truths conveyed so poetically. Love this . Apologies for the long comment i talk too much lol but this poem resonated

Frederic Parker

Date: 12/8/2023 3:47:00 PM

reason and sanity, salt and pepper, the key ingredients to a well-cooked life

Craig Cornish
Date: 12/10/2023 11:22:00 AM

Hi Bud - let's include a bunch of other spices too but don't give away our family recipes!