picking me apart

Very well written Lisa

WOW !!

Beautiful work-loaded with pathos. So good to see you creating brilliant work, as always.

beautiful words…

Perfect writing! Great work, Lisa; we each hold the key to our own freedom or continued imprisonment—-it is more mental than physical. And what is determined in the mind will in time transpire to the body. xox

Or piecing you back together with a few bits missing and a few new bits added? So that the stories invent a new course, but one with many of the same travelling companions. I have a collection of keys that no longer fit anything in my life, a few years ago I threw out dozens of them and I’ve not missed a single one… :-)

Lisa I just love your work!!! I really do…

Exquisitely sharp images Lisa with so much wisdom contained in poetic words and phrases that are as good as they could be. I can so relate to this – as I’m sure most of us can. Brilliantly done.

Although I had a sense of aching sadness in parts of this, my favourite line surrounding my ankles in velvety green has me thinking I might need a new pair of green velvet boots if i can find them. Big smiles, hugs and laughter gorgeous Lisa :)))

You are a wonderful enigma Lisa!!! x

Is this a new ‘Alice’ ...I wonder with many stories to tell and adventures brimming on her lap…but no red shoes to click three times to get her home. Are there new stories now… the old key is not the key she really needed perhaps? XXXXX

Oh wow, Lisa…..my soul felt these words.
You’re going to have to forgive me, I think I’ve ran out of words to comment on your poetry. It’s just indescribable. You are indescribable…..it takes to read your poetry to understand that there’s a deeper universe within you and the words you write are just the doorway, the beginning of discovering who you are. Sorry if I sound a bit over-the-top, but that’s what I really think. Each of your poems is a unique journey, and you are the destination. xxxxx

yes, you are incredible but more you are beautiful, dearest lisa…. as is this poem….
a beautiful new beginning…. love~ xxxxx

she didn’t want to go back there anyway. xxxx

and then hello and onward..there are many keys I guess. Reminds me of a Howling Wolf song, Sitting On Top of the World, “She’s gone and I’ve got no worries”, new key new life new adventures. Lovely write Lisa, sorry i ran on like that … :)

I’m not really sure what make of this Lisa..my feelings are mixed, a sadness, a loss, but also a sense of a new life. Just my thoughts x

shadows wrapped a shawl around her deepest wind ... something to have me floating again… i adore your ability to evoke emotion with your art beautiful lisa, such a gift. xox

We could talk for hours about this I’m sure:
“Alexander’s library resurfaced from Atlantis
spewing manuscripts into her feasting lap”

This is so absolutely sublime that I’m going to read it a third time! x

_moss grew up through my toes
surrounding my ankles in velvety green
a singing voice perched on my shoulder
in a trusting way each morning

it was nice

stories invented their course_
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can I just revel in this whole piece.. this writing has brought such joy to my body right now .. I am in awe of these lines I posted.. so simple and yet so acccessable to my brain and heart and soul.. I don’t want to do anything except wrap each stanza around my Being.. I love this piece so much.. Really, My dar ..for me you have sent a balm of joy directly into my heart.. I have to go now.. cause I have to start wrapping this around me.. Bravo.. is so vague and paltry in what you have created here….. feels like just for me..

Yes Lisa, a sublime read, I so admire the imagery of your words.

God this is so divine, moss growing between your toes… i mean… man! You are so very florid, in touch with a magical time.

Isn’t it amazing how such pain can produce such beauty? It’s tough to comment on something so eloquent yet so tragic.

i wouldnt change the lock on you my dear, actually i would make you a spare key, maybe even cook for you once in a while ;) LOL love youuuuuuu
GREAT writing too hun, u are a natural writer and i dont say that bout many :)

This is how keys get lost…

Changing the locks is a coward’s way out. Didn’t have the courage to face you. Better off without him. Excellently written.

I think that you are spot on. But you always are!

wow you are such an amazing writer. this is just beautiful! xoxo

Lovely poem. Love the pictures you use in your poetry.

Very pretty.

Sublime !

Love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xoxoxooxox

Wow! Excellent write Lisa.

this poem gave me shivers!...esp these lines:
“time slowed to a single tick in her right cheek
shadows wrapped a shawl around her deepest wind”

excellent poetry..

Bravo bravo very well, it was a beautiful picture.

A fresh start and a new novel? The thrown away keys are the very words, flowing and colourful lyrics, awaiting you to splash that canvas! Well done, I enjoyed this!