What a wonderful text, filled with poetic imagery and wisdom. It came at a time when my holidays are ending, and all I can think about is that behind the man who will be working all year long, there is a layer, shrouded in mist, where my truest side resides: Me
Beautiful! A sad, soft and aching poem. Loved the way you described peeling back time space and finding another August.
Thank you Binu! August is such a peeling-back-layers kind of month. 💙
beautiful poem for august.
What a wonderful text, filled with poetic imagery and wisdom. It came at a time when my holidays are ending, and all I can think about is that behind the man who will be working all year long, there is a layer, shrouded in mist, where my truest side resides: Me
Beautiful image of the mist - thanks Rolando.
It's great how one line slides into another, changing topics like one hot summer day after another.
Oh thank you! I love that interpretation - appreciate you, Karen 💙
August is barely a week in and I already feel what this poem expresses so well.
I’m so glad that you could relate Paul - it’s every writers goal I think, to make others feel the thing at the core of the text 💙 Thanks for reading!