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Vox Sforzando

I murmur like a rivulet through the hitch of your hands, where the canyons carve their parched longing into your fingers— where silences sublimate like cera, pooling beneath your glissando touch. Your tremolo breath convulses rough and low like sibilant submersion in water— spilling, sinking, staining everything it meets. I watch the estuary of your gaze split my horizon— watch you hush abysmal eyes into celestially arched surrender. There is no stillness between starlight, only the pull of mighty magnitudes, fuses lit beneath the ribs, pulses and throbs teaching the air how to cleave—how to… sforzando! Love, here, is neither reserved nor reticent— it is lightning bottled in glass— hellfire burning beneath the tide— language that deconstructs even as it is uttered. I step forward—some faltering cadence, some submitting ascension—placing my hands into your fire, not to be consumed, but to remember how stars revel and rain.

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Date: 3/9/2025 8:10:00 AM
Dear Laura, your striking use of beautiful, rich imagery is soulful, textured and touching stimulating the heart and the imagination with "hellfire burning beneath the tide" and remembering "how stars revel and rain." So many amazing images and emotions alive in your shining artistry Such a pleasure to read you, my gifted poet friend. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/12/2025 7:50:00 PM
Thank you so much Susan. You've quotes my favorite and most enigmatic line - the "hellfire burning beneath the tide" what weird imagery but sometimes that happens I suppose. The image is meant to have its moment. Thanks again for your kind words. <3 Laura
Date: 3/3/2025 4:08:00 PM
"I watch the estuary of your gaze split my horizin..." penetrating the stronghold of your sensuous subconscious, revealing Love's sweet clarity Laura. "Fuses lit beneath the ribs, pulses and throbs teaching the air how to cleave..." your confidence is in full bloom Poetess. This is a WoW poem! The star heat has become spirit.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/12/2025 7:48:00 PM
Thank you Justin. You are the definition of star heat. I adore your thoughts, adore you. <3 Laura
Date: 3/3/2025 6:17:00 AM
Fire... alluring and dangerous all at once. You demonstrate the desire and will to plunge ahead well in your poem. Interestingly, when I googled vox sforzando, your poem was the first selection.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/12/2025 7:42:00 PM
Thanks Tom! I have been playing around with musical terms lately, weaving them into my thoughts as of late. I really appreciate your kind words. The combination of the italian word and the latin word does sound enigmatic now that I think about it. Hah! Hope you are well. <3 Laura
Date: 3/2/2025 4:43:00 PM
I think I get it, and then I don't. But then, as you probably know, Archibald MacLeish in "Ars Poetica" says "A poem should not mean/But be. I think "Vox Sforzando" definitely "is." I probably won't comment on all your poems, but I'll definitely read them. It's good stuff!
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/3/2025 10:40:00 AM
I get what you’re saying completely, Marinus.. and I just have to say thank you for taking the time to read my work. I’ve always been the type to feel a poem—not necessarily understand it—I love your insight and appreciate your kind words <3 Laura

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