You’re impossible. I need to stay away from your blog — I’d be pondering everything from the sun, the moon to the plaster of my wall...no time for that. :)
This piece...it flows so easily through my mind, I actually didn’t even take in its meaning the first time. Just listened to the words weave smoothly by. There wasn’t a word to make you pause or was jarring. So I’d say it was more a caress and less a rub with Destiny’s shoulders. But wouldn’t it be nice if we all did arrange ourselves as a harmony of circles. Each with our own place, our own unique space within, even as we gently jostle and bump and interact with each other, while still fitting in our rings within rings. The end result is this harmonious well rounded thing called ‘Life’. So loved everything you did in this offering. Effortless and beautiful, it seems almost too easy for you.
Strange, mixed response... It seems once you overcame your resistance (to thinking), you quite enjoyed it.
I suppose this, too, is the role of poetry—to make us consider what we might not, otherwise. Gratifying to hear piece flowed, it’s good when words don’t draw too much attention to themselves and appear almost inevitable, or invisible, so they might lead us to our own inner dialogue...
I assure you, though, it’s neither effortless nor easy for me. This line by Mark Simpson, describing the graceful style of a heroine of mine (Susan Sontag) sums it up best:
I’ve yet read a piece of yours I don’t enjoy because they invite me to take an interest - so I want to be clear on that.
My resistance is mostly fighting ‘time’, but yes, I’m naturally resistant to critical thinking, philosophy, and pondering on the deep and meaningfuls of life. Which makes it quite problematic when you wish to write a meaningful novel. :D
Realizing I have a problem, I challenge myself to connect with poetic works. I love how some can compose and chain together words to make a prose/verse beautiful such that you want to relate. But a lot of it doesn’t work for me and maybe it’s because I’m too literal. Even when it does, it’ll be no surprise that I’m off on a tangent, feeling and visualising stuff that was in no way related to the poet’s original visions. Thankfully, that’s okay in poetry. I’m glad you don’t reply with, “Have you lost your mind?” Hehe.
So please keep up the vigorous peddling while maintaining an effortless grace for all to read. As always, no need to reply. I am a fan or else I wouldn’t be commenting. :)