A sharing of delight can be rendered into grasping, clutching wild thoughts of desperation tightness in the chest, an unwelcome deluge of viscous weighty stress. What power do we lend the words we read? What meaning a sign impedes the shine bright soul to play at ease? And what then, of a poised pan in dutiful direction, faithfully framing our true base of residence, the resonance that leads us back to balance? If spells are all around us, let us choose our own protections
Marley Musarra
@MarleyMusarra · 1:29
I have this conceptual brain that wants to know what the author is talking about or know what they're getting at, and I want, like, a definite answer. And poetry doesn't provide that for me the same way that art doesn't. So sometimes it's difficult because my brain wants to understand exactly what they had in mind or what they meant by a certain line or whatever it is, or even with a piece of art
Travis Bugg
@Bugg · 1:19
Hello, Marley. Good morning to you, and thank you so much for leaving that reply. I really appreciate it. That is a great encouragement to keep on keeping on, and I'll take it. It's beautiful. I'm smiling. And I got to say that I totally agree with you that each person's voice is their own unique fingerprint, their signature. It's like snowflake. There's no two quite alike