So many gorgeous moments: "flagon summer / fills to spilling with magnificence" and "glass winged skimmer / tremored through the air." I can see and feel all of it, and the ideas and sounds are equally breathtaking. Truly well done, Mark.
I was just sitting outside on my deck here in Seattleland, scratching with my pencil a bit of verse to capture the magnificent effulgence of my garden and birdsong in the yard.
My spare words hardly scratched the surface; you have painted a canvas of remarkableness with your words. Wow.
The sonic space with cricket sound only adds to the impact.
Thank you for reading and listening, Kirk! I thought you might like that.
So many gorgeous moments: "flagon summer / fills to spilling with magnificence" and "glass winged skimmer / tremored through the air." I can see and feel all of it, and the ideas and sounds are equally breathtaking. Truly well done, Mark.
Many thanks, Abigail! I'm glad it landed well for you.
Good grief, this is glorious.
I was just sitting outside on my deck here in Seattleland, scratching with my pencil a bit of verse to capture the magnificent effulgence of my garden and birdsong in the yard.
My spare words hardly scratched the surface; you have painted a canvas of remarkableness with your words. Wow.
Thank you so much, Jody! This wondrously sung world is far too much for one person to capture. I'm grateful for your company in that pursuit.
Thank you, Michelle!