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![]() | The Absence of Wavelength and Sight ![]() A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. ![]() |
Greetings, Brian! I’m here as a fellow member of I Write 2025. I’ll say first off, from one socially awkward person to another, I’m always hesitant about how to approach you. Not because I think you’re any weirder than I am, but… I don’t want to be offensive, condescending or oblivious. You have a wondrously complex and beautiful mind, and you deserve to be treated with respect and camaraderie. I sometimes get lost in the weeds of your blogs and poetry, and I marvel at your forthrightness in letting your thoughts loose for all of us knuckleheads to poke at. This poem is heartfelt and relatable, as you contemplate a relationship strengthened and deepened by a hike in the mountains, which reach metaphorical heights while remaining rooted in real, visual descriptions both vivid and earthy. I love the thought here, of how much this person means to you and your appreciation of them. You have a way with words, painting a picture of vulnerability and longing for deeper interaction with others. I have to make one suggestion as a participant in Jeremy’s Bear Fund, otherwise I would say it’s perfect. Perhaps a note to the future would add a sense of completion… did the relationship with this person help you in any meaningful way down the road? It must have, if you remember it so clearly and fondly. Perhaps just a glimpse beyond the mere hope to the actualization of such would round it out. Take care, thanks for sharing, and keep writing ![]() ![]() ![]()
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