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[My words] "are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only" [I could interest them], Sylvia Plath
Thank you Debbie ☺️ Paraphrasing that rather cheesy junior school song: it's you, it's me, It's us that builds community...with the guiding hand of #PoemsAbout and #PromptCombo and others.
February 2, 2026 at 4:04 PM
Thank you Paul. The veil can be read as anything that separates you or is controlling you. Trust that karma will prevail.
February 2, 2026 at 2:48 PM
An excellent Book Bag feature Paul (Short), and two very haunting, arresting poems, choked with equally startling images Paul (Connolly).
February 2, 2026 at 8:09 AM
Um...
February 1, 2026 at 10:20 AM
Straight to the core Lin.Time slips, reattaches. Nothing new. All to be relieved and say over and over "never again".
Jung's view of all of this is the inevitability of it all, the shadow we carry that's ready to reassert itself any time any place.
We can but try; suppress our unconscious shadow.
January 31, 2026 at 3:54 PM
You're welcome. I've just finished reading a short book of Jung's essays on archetypes; intriguing analysis on the psychology of rebirth and transformation.
January 31, 2026 at 9:27 AM
Most definitely atmospheric and dark Jan; Edvard Munch's 'Scream' came to mind as I read this, not your conscious reference of course.
January 31, 2026 at 8:54 AM
The monsters are indeed puny, reduced to animal impulse to force a different balance and outcome of control.
January 31, 2026 at 8:26 AM
Your metaphoric knife is ever sharp John, cutting through the noise to expose the animal within.
January 31, 2026 at 8:23 AM
Your internal rhythm (eight syllables) gives this a drive that carries it through to the unknowing end Mike. A sober reading from you this time.
January 31, 2026 at 8:21 AM
Your truth is intact; time will tell the story behind that veil, the truth of separation.
January 31, 2026 at 8:18 AM
Mystery and our febrile imagination Philippa; the innocent fall of water transformed and personified as a crashing crushing extinguishing force.
January 31, 2026 at 8:17 AM
Thank you Debbie. I'm trying to infuse hope into the impossible, to invert the conventional narrative, to show how sometimes we need to trust a process we don't understand, and take our lives back for ourselves in another way. This one has emptied me. 💚
January 31, 2026 at 8:12 AM
Thank you all for your likes and reposts. This one has worn me out.
January 31, 2026 at 8:05 AM