The pier and the stained shadow

Your words read as softly and smoothly as a dream too… :-)

I can hardly keep up with you sweetheart…..you stay so busy…..
Poignant work!

as she frantically dog paddled through her dissolving colour

Only you could write this…

Shadowed her colour and coloured her shadow. A beautifully evoked tug-of-war. Another lovely piece Lisa :-)

oh, the visuals .. that big blue sea .. the hole to escape through .. and i love that last line so much x

Holy mole.. I think you have come undone.. pure bliss.. the pain is there but you play with it like a cat and a rodent… what a delight … somehow I wonder if our little Sound of Music had something to do with giving you such a light on things.. I totally enjoyed this and felt so much thoughout.. I think this is my fav o flave.. and I would love to fav it a gazillion times.. it blankets me.. brill girl. xox

PS.. you def be da cat!! purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Like Alice, but instead of the looking glass, it’s a hole in a canvas sea
Hauntingly beautiful xxx

wish i could paint like you lisa… you paint so beautifully… xxx

The song is one of my fav’s….love the lyrics….I listened that first before reading these verses. I imagined you walking along with your pots of paint and brushes juggling them a little but with determination on your face to paint the orange, the party dress. We just gotta keep touching up the colour some days….even though it felt like it should of stayed fresh with colour for so much longer. They just don’t make life paints like that I guess. These I feel could also be called the ’ Engima of Painting my life by the Sea’.... This one is going to make me think about my own painting….XXXX

OH I wish I had dreams as beautiful as you. I love this stanza in particular
for the thousandth time she repainted orange
pine trees grew
through the periwinkle blue
she painted on a red and white gingham parting dress

I was taken with these two (technically three) lines: seven siren’s propped on buoys lured her to the end, pine trees grew through the periwinkle blue

The piece reads like a painting to me, despite my infatuation with the words, I feel the poem as a whole, stepping back from the words it leaves an impressionistic stamp on the backs of my eyes, maybe it’s the colors that are sprinkled throughout
A lot of your work does this to me, leaves me with a colored visual echo, and I love the idea of an addedum, I might have that off you, if you don’t mind :D

Lewis Carroll has been reincarnated….........

What a beautiful poem you have painted….and what a journey into your mind’s dream. xx

“snorkelling through a stained glass pane
I caught a glimpse
of her red and white gingham dress
painting the ocean floor”

OMG…What a beautiful poem and these four lines danced in my head…Def FAV!!!!!!! xoxoxo

Sublime. It reminds me of a Rene Magritte painting. What gorgeous imagery! Love this! I read it four times! X

reading this is like coming home. i’ve missed your work. thank you for writing xxx

I’ve read this over and over and still i do not know what to say…..sometimes the words just stick….so i’ll say that i care and congratulations on the feature. xxx

so many great lines in here, but I especially love
‘all she had wanted to do
had been stepped out on a Sunday pier ‘

poured her stain into concrete boots
ripped a hole in the canvas sea
How do you DO that

Your imagery is amazing, as usual.

Congratulations on the feature!

wonderful imagery and beautiful words

i love the way you see the world, especially how you write with such richness and depth, the last part of this is stunning, pulling all the other parts together

beautiful…

thank you for directing my attention to this piece…..your amazingly gifted. I’ve never read work from another person that puts words together like you do…you just gotta know that.

I just want you to know I like this piece alot… I came back to read it. and it is almost Sunday here.. I hope your afternoon is smashing!! I give you a big Sundy Afternoon HUG!

huge bless you.. I am so proud..you made my morning buzzzzzzzzz.. xoxoxo

This is lovely. Like a nice taste of red it rolls off the tongue… melodic bubbles. The visual feast you create satisties this hungry eye. Congratulations on your feature. Well deserved.

bloody hell honey.
it is actually impossible for me to pick a favourite line here, a favourite part… it’s all saturating my senses with the watery stuff of dreams… of the sea… there are so many fragments of imagery here… this is exquisite leese. i wholeheartedly love this and will be coming back here for seconds and thirds as each helping dissolves and i take my fill of the salty tang and sweetness. just… gorgeous writing.

Exquisite writing and so deserving of the honors bestowed.

You paint with your eyes,
what is there,
illuminating your senses,
out of this world of limits,
unlimited verbose feelings.
And the result os a fantasy,
of a picture of beauty and sensuality
beyonder the usual comprehension.
Nothing to understand.. just follow the track
of your amazing star-soul.
Rosa (beautiful.. Lina was absolutely right about yout writing heart)

wow…............. i just dont know how to say how much this is just purely wonderful in every way ..

The constant ebb and flow between motion and desire suits the blind thrashing marionette.

wonderful and such eloquent elegance…..

gosh
how vividly you paint her technicoloured spiral into dissolving.
Gurdjieff uses a metaphor of a horse, carriage, driver and passenger. The driver is drunk and wants only to sleep, the horse understands nothing that he says and the reins are not connected to the carriage. The carriage is in need of repair – it is too dirty and the passenger sees no point in climbing aboard. Only when the driver wakes up, the reins are connected, the carriage is fixed, the horse is tame – only then will the passenger climb into the carriage.
your poem reminded me of this – the singing string between her heart and mind is broken. anchorless she spins into the coloured void. you write like a true sufi – terrifying implications delivered with a honey voice. who can turn away from the beauty of your words and their deep portent?