I just love these ones from you, they're distinct.

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^{Poetry is truly boundless. It is my passion, I am the canvas.
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my poetry, lemon
both bitter and tart
you decide the taste of my art}

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Distinct is good... Thanks, Ashley.

Stunningly beautiful

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The cake is a lie! And so is the pie o___o The muffins are safe, though. They're on our side =o

Thanks so much.

This is absolutely beautiful. Love it, Cindy.

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

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Thanks so much, Ty.

Welcome, Cindy.

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

My youtube [link]

Definitely distinct, very characteristically Cindy. I love how you have this classical, nature-based imagery and yet your style is a lot more free-form, dripping down the page. Broken loosely into short lines like that, your words have so much soft impact, if that makes sense.

I like the simple effect of the line sink deep as bone. It's funny, as humans, physically, it's practically the deepest you can get into us as bodies, into the marrow of our bones. But it's almost ironic, because our souls give another dimension to our physical depth and we become as boundless and immeasurable as universes. I don't think you intended for that to come about, but the point is that this poem is soft, short, unpretentious -- and yet it triggers big responses.

The imagery and mood of the first stanza is beautiful. I imagine that dry crispness of winter-turning-summer, and the silvery old arms of trees.

Having the word psalm on a separate line gives it a lot of precious gravity, and pauses you to wonder about why you chose that word -- because a psalm is reverent, worshipful, full of joy and simultaneous pain.

And yet through all of this, the poem could be from the point of view of a tree.

I like that.

pure, unadulterated cindification. mmmmmm

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dendrites wave and furl
moved-by-moving-with is not
manifesting is

this can happen without you
or it can happen within