They were instruments in a planet panacea symphony. Many players, many songs. Their parts they had to perform alone, yet side by side, like Mycelium, he moved headlong into his power and she softened. Like the petal of a flower they rose to meet the outstretched hand of faith. O fates. They don't choose the most qualified, rather qualify the chosen. He became an oak and she carved into him, became a poem
And I just want to thank you for sharing that here so that I could sit here and have my mind blown this morning as I'm drinking my morning coffee. Thank you so much. And yeah, please keep these coming. This is amazing. I'm going to give you a follow and request that you invite me to any of the ones in the future so that I may keep up with them and not miss a single post
Creative Reader
@MoonPoet · 0:47
Good morning. It's Stephen. So happy to read this one and listen to this one. It's dense. It's beautiful. There's references to the biology of plants. And briefly, the line that will stick with me is the one about fate qualifying the chosen. That line is remarkable. And thank you for posting this. I'd like to comment on a lot of the other ones that you've posted, but I just wanted to give you kudos for this one right away
Swell Team
@Swell · 0:15
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@nourishyou · 0:58
This is so exquisite. I don't think I can do it justice by unpacking it. I just love how it washes over me like a lullaby or story. I just got completely lost in this piece. I wondered where it was going. I loved how it qualified things. I loved the ending. I think this is my favorite of your poems so far. And I didn't realize it was a bookmark feature either. But this is deserving of a bookmark
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:16
Hi, friends. Thank you so much for giving it a listen and replying with your gracious words. I am so grateful. Thank you so much