J.P., (just moving the convo to the poetry
publication proper, SD:RwP so-to-speak)

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Feeding a tired and hungry world w/
your word, tinkering the poet’s tells,
looking forward of that what quells any
an hour of your day or even in y’r
late-night-early or mid-o-delay,
write and say what is
your delight.
Officially, R.

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Many Thanks, J.P. for your excellent, TTA featuring Lyvløs and including the album, tracks. Much as you describe regarding the sound; their near-deathwish comes true-to-afterlife and unleashes about with brand-heavy offerings in tow; disharmonics-lacing phlematic-vocals, melodic fret-works in way that keeps apace with the drums—it's a very, fine “mesh” the band finds themselves and listeners. As for the cover, it's offerings are such a long-view, somber and beautiful—a heavy, figurative, subject and introspective, contemplation.

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…hey, J.P., (just saw you have a note on this), I agree that the vampire plot/outcome/genere are a predictable lot; what I do like are the "older/original" film/book versions—along with any historic, merit, there's an anticipatory, magic I allow when remembering what gave me goosebumps the first time, so that part is the best part. :-)

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Thank You, J.P. for reading—this poem is stretching the grammar, limits or may be personifying the bulb. It seems with the "at me", the view point turns; "looking by me" may be another way of referencing the view and keeping the point of view or personification ambiguous.

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…J.P., Wishing 2U a splendid, first-autumn, weekend.

I've been busy but am on-hold for design proj. edits,

so have some down-time tonight. Good Morning*, R.
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*y’r timezone

Btw, while at Gutenberg online checking for a translation of the anthology of German ghost stories, Phantasmagoriana, nothing’s available, but it has John William Polidori’s Vampyre pre-dating Stoker as one of earliest of it’s genre and one of the ghost tales concepted the evening Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein—unsure if you’ve read either JWP’s gothic tale or the diary that is attributed to Polidori (per the intro) annotating travels w/ Byron, Shelley et al., so if you’re interested, here’s the search link including both, (HTML, Kindle, EPUB, plain text and other compressed formats are available): https://gutenberg.org/ebooks/search/?query=John+William+Polidori&submit_search=Go%21

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MEET MY NEW PUBLICATION

SIX DOWN*: RHYMES WITH PHLOEM

Please, find my 2nd, all-poetry, publication at the link below, that is
my pix + *poetry in a convoluted way, (so it’s easier finding them).

Hope you read and/or clap or comment, I’ll try to reply or clap too.
I still have my member account, so I’ll be here or Six Downthere:
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~ Many Thanks with Much Appreciation to Readers of Six Down

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On The Run-On Dance

Mixed Media Art: ‘Feather Dancer’ ©2022, Renée E. Winfield

Outlier’s scouring the room whisking with
whiskey and broom-in-hand other toward
frisky advancing feather’d bustier dancing
and fanning eyes entrancing the foot-light
spacing holds captive a patronage’s facing
scanning her scoop-stoop to swoop the tin
pan surprise will pull what underlies a hat
(subjecting to reveal)
the tin pan reflecting.

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A Midwinter’s Nightmare

Drawing: ‘The Sleep Rider’ © 2022 Renée E. Winfield

Midwinter’s nightmare forged ahead
from the mudded gates of a restless,
fog-mired, mind, it stomped and
stirred Titania into a sleep-mixture of
deep thoughts and the disturbant.

Slowly, fog-lifted by core without aid of
belt’d-robe nor corset’d-tie nor reign’d rope nor
stirrup; she alights, core-to-the-destrier-blanket,
her nightmare’s now non-stop, gallop;
neck-and-neck in pursuit of some fear or
unknown-means to some-dread-end.

A midwinter’s nightmare runs cold,
adrift, turns to fog of formlessness,
Titania returns somnambulant.

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W H E N→worlds←C O L L A P S E

“Cygnus constellation—with Cygnus X1 also w/in the neck, an identified black hole*”, © 2022, Renée E. Winfield

W H E N→worlds←C O L L A P S E

border-to-side of off-kiltered
mudslides. When they falter

and fail to shelter the times
lapses and when all cracks:

wedges loosen barricades,
blocks blurs and obscures:
nothing right/nor left, but

gravity upends levity,
depth confines mirth.

All take-holds pull secure,
*black hole is massive, the
neutron star, it escapes
detection pulling further into
itself, the few are companions.

Undetected, milliseconds without
a human-hand mucking it up,
the companion-catalyst:

celestial sphere, core/helium, hole
and rare, occasion form a new star.

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