Mar 29·edited Mar 29Liked by Brian Funke, Dominique_Jahn
Hi Brian and Dominique. With your poem of late, 'The Hunt' as well as this guest poem, 'Promises', you have so been on my page. We are walking out an injury, (my spouse), and the pain and slow recovery from that. It feels like that ruinous field. Nature's spring has been turning her back even though I've sought her comfort. The garden is too hard, too cold and I've been so looking for escape from this painful place. Both of you describe the intensity of this place so accurately. I know this restoration is coming and there is little I can do to hasten it. My clawing risks the deeper healing needed, attempting to circumvent this season. Thank you Brian and Dominique for your insights and intimate words of this place.
I love this quiet, echoing moment in the middle of it all. It speaks to me about the way time moves--like water--like waves lapping the shore--where we can pause--feeling still in a moment of clarity--and washed by an endless flow of time. Also, I love the art--hands are so beautiful and difficult to make alive. Gorgeous work by both of you!
I love this, Brian - It certainly appears to have benefitted from its long gestation period. The intensity speaks louder than I can say, Thank you for sharing.
Hi Brian and Dominique. With your poem of late, 'The Hunt' as well as this guest poem, 'Promises', you have so been on my page. We are walking out an injury, (my spouse), and the pain and slow recovery from that. It feels like that ruinous field. Nature's spring has been turning her back even though I've sought her comfort. The garden is too hard, too cold and I've been so looking for escape from this painful place. Both of you describe the intensity of this place so accurately. I know this restoration is coming and there is little I can do to hasten it. My clawing risks the deeper healing needed, attempting to circumvent this season. Thank you Brian and Dominique for your insights and intimate words of this place.
Wow! Wonderful prose with a gorgeous visual. Thank you!
Love this captivating illustration by Dominique.
I love this quiet, echoing moment in the middle of it all. It speaks to me about the way time moves--like water--like waves lapping the shore--where we can pause--feeling still in a moment of clarity--and washed by an endless flow of time. Also, I love the art--hands are so beautiful and difficult to make alive. Gorgeous work by both of you!
The truth beneath your gaze,
circumstance swept away by circumstance
swept away by circumstance.
Aiii
Não consigo nem escrever algo
I love this, Brian - It certainly appears to have benefitted from its long gestation period. The intensity speaks louder than I can say, Thank you for sharing.
This is life if one chooses honesty over ease
Wow! Incredible piece, Brian!
Stunning, Brian.
A lot to chew on here. Choice, consequence, acceptance.
The style is really strong for me here, if that's the right word.
Lines like:
midnight blacks are your noon
and brown is the field you walk through
and even the opening line: So long the wait.
There's a certain feel that the pacing and words elicit.
Love the connection to Promises. Sublime closing lines:
and place it softly in the field
by the first
fire-yellow crocus
of spring.