The Dilettante Diaries: Love In Motion

I think you made a spelling mistake Castellanas...should it not be 'bog'. Thank you.

Then you are in luck as I am smiling <3

Goodnight Agt Schmidt. I would travel to the moon and back, just to see you smile. M. x

xxx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fHoMw8tCzo

Quite possibly...then again....ta Angel of Light.

Beautifully written, in it's entirety. And then "The Floating Poem (Unnumbered)".

No. 11, then again...No. 8`s not bad. 16, Bees...beautiful. 12 kind of getting there...18.

https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-for-ted/

You could say they were Soul Mates. / https://www.literaryladiesguide.com/literary-musings/relationship-sylvia-plath-ted-hughes/

Interesting character,Plath. /https://celestialtimepiece.com/2015/11/24/the-death-throes-of-romanticism-the-poetry-of-sylvia-plath/

You'd think wouldntja...danke schoen Herr Harris. Like most writers here (well you aren't like most writers here, you certainly do have a style that is all your own. This is a rare commodity. A compliment), you speak another language entirely. Your portfolio is voluminous and quite outstanding. I always, [like someone, more than likely with absolutely good intentions.....;) once said to me here in the Consomme)], always find it helpful to go directly to the first poem written by a "poet" I prefer to call them writers...thus, I have doneth with your good self. While Up and Adrift in Cloud 9, is kind of close to romantic, I guess...the short story "I Wait With Bated Breath" is a corker ...off to decode, I expect days of reading .... and uncovering all kinds of delight and intrigue...and of course anyone with a Bee poem gets a Gold Star in my pages. Ah, the buzzing of bees, I can hear them already.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oSyivQLQfQw

ah, that dreaded BELL raises it`s head up from the deep and churning ocean of one`s mind, it can toll all it flaming likes. Are you going all John Donne? No man nor woman is an island...this is true.

and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving from its earthwards journeys, here where there is no snow (I dreamed the snow was you, when there was snow), you are my right, have come to be my night (your body takes on the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep becomes you): and you fall from the sky with several flowers, words spill from your mouth in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees and seas have flown away, I call it loving you): home is nowhere, therefore you, a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all, and free of any eden we can name."

A beautiful and heartfelt articulation of what it is to sense our soulmate as if in a dream, through familiarities of touch, vision, sensing/Déjà Vu with another soul. I think in our lifetime within this earthly plane, there are different types of soulmates for all of us. Some we collide with and spend time with, only to be given some poignant, unforgettable and valuable lesson to learn through love (in whatever form)...some lessons are incredibly painful and life altering, but this is the only way to grow and move forward in one's journey of karma, only then perhaps, one can be assured of moving through the lesson to meet the one soul who is to bring us true love and completion, perhaps in this life, perhaps in another. Thank you for your take on it all Monsieur Parker, you have restored my faith in the True Romantics that write amongst us today....you sir, are a True Romantic, very lucky is your soul mate.

She needed a Soul Mate...to share that bed with or stay out of it....might have been better for her, the fresh air and all ....D.H. Lawrence, that's who she required, to take her on a jaunt to one of those rose petal strewn rustic cabins crawling with roosting hens, wild foxes and such...Oh Dot, what is to become of me? Dorothy Parker - "Inscriptions for the Ceiling of a Bedroom" mit voice - nicht meine... (https://www.brainpickings.org/2014/04/11/dorothy-parker-reads/)

“Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do; and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured is that the lunacy is so ordinary that the whippers are in love too.” William Shakespeare, As You Like It