congratulations on the release date of your collection! i just wanted to stop by and say you are a lovely, thoughtful poet. i enjoyed reading this multiple times. love love and thanks to a friend who forwarded it to me.
Anaphora cognate with Annie, though I prefer Anoosh, honey in Armenian. Sweetness, Google says, of Persian-Arabic origin. Fine poem. Everybody else already right, so well-anchored to its unuttered, implicit essence, an intense blank which the reader fills with their own subjective fervor and need, bestired by its non-declarative, succinct forward momentum. Or thanks to its Anaphora! The Bosphoros, whose passage joins the Marmara to the Black Sea, was where Zeus cornered Io, disguised as a cow (or bos), knowing she couldn't swim. Maybe Anaphora meant sweet water.
To have exclusivity access to something, or to have something that holds unique value to oneself is, in many ways, to be possessed* by that very thing: such relationships cannot help but be bidirectional & intertwined, even though only one person may be involved (it only takes one to tango, perhaps?).
I love the realism of the underlying desperation, the call to protect and/or to hoard such a thing against prying eyes … especially when the gift/necessity of nurture is added to the mix.
I see you. I understand the depth and meaning in the act of reaching out for that feeling.
congratulations on the release date of your collection! i just wanted to stop by and say you are a lovely, thoughtful poet. i enjoyed reading this multiple times. love love and thanks to a friend who forwarded it to me.
Tulipe, thank you so much ❤️
Anaphora cognate with Annie, though I prefer Anoosh, honey in Armenian. Sweetness, Google says, of Persian-Arabic origin. Fine poem. Everybody else already right, so well-anchored to its unuttered, implicit essence, an intense blank which the reader fills with their own subjective fervor and need, bestired by its non-declarative, succinct forward momentum. Or thanks to its Anaphora! The Bosphoros, whose passage joins the Marmara to the Black Sea, was where Zeus cornered Io, disguised as a cow (or bos), knowing she couldn't swim. Maybe Anaphora meant sweet water.
Gorgeous response Kenneth, I deeply appreciate it!
To have exclusivity access to something, or to have something that holds unique value to oneself is, in many ways, to be possessed* by that very thing: such relationships cannot help but be bidirectional & intertwined, even though only one person may be involved (it only takes one to tango, perhaps?).
I love the realism of the underlying desperation, the call to protect and/or to hoard such a thing against prying eyes … especially when the gift/necessity of nurture is added to the mix.
*Infected, even ;)
Ty 💚
Thanks so much! Means a lot to me when someone gets it so thoroughly 💚