I so love listening to you read your beautiful poems.
My winter soundscape is listening to my loom as I step on treadles and hear the creak of the harnesses lifting and the whoosh of the shuttle back and forth, back and forth and the eye candy of watching the imagined cloth emerge.an active meditation that slows me down to the rhythm of winter.
And thank you for sharing that you love the auditory experience of hearing me read. I love doing it. Am starting to look for open mics so I can read live!
I so love listening to you read your beautiful poems.
My winter soundscape is listening to my loom as I step on treadles and hear the creak of the harnesses lifting and the whoosh of the shuttle back and forth, back and forth and the eye candy of watching the imagined cloth emerge.an active meditation that slows me down to the rhythm of winter.
And thank you for sharing that you love the auditory experience of hearing me read. I love doing it. Am starting to look for open mics so I can read live!
I love the picture of you at your loom in meditation-making. Such beauty!
I especially love "withered leaves clinging." Beautiful syntax!
Thank you, friend. It's a gift to receive feedback from a talented poet.