Comments by metaphormachine

  • "No, not Frankenstein!?! :D ... it is a synonym for bad times ... and written in a part of my life at the time when I have consumed many different drugs ... psychedelic stuffs ... created big monsters ... sometimes ... a long time ago ... or as synonym for the times when you have a big creative void ... maybe you know such times?! ;)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Big Monsters" by metaphormachine
  • "My head starts to spin when I am reading from you ... and everytime when I'm seeing your comments, my Goddess! Thanks, again ... thanks for your being! :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Subwoofer Ode" by metaphormachine
  • "Yepp, my beloved yellow bench ... I love this place ... especially in spring and early summer ... For a while was this location my personal mind factory ... an inspirational example to wind down and as a new beginning ... to start in a new colourful lifetime ..."
    Posted by metaphormachine on "On the Yellow Bench" by metaphormachine
  • "My charming, enchanting sweetie, I have 280 poems in 15 volumes of poetry as a concept listed. My not jointed together works which are not in a concept not counting that also have a high number ... Therefore, the poems are numbered because the books accordingly have many pages ... There is no numbering here at DP. Understood, my dear? Much love for you, critic ... :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Hopeful Leaves" by metaphormachine
  • "Thanks FB, very nice! Sparkling is a creative word anyway ... I think. I once sang in a band and in the concept of my lyrics, there was a main character named Jason Spark. That was also the name of the band. Since then, I like everything in connection with "spark" ... Good setting and idea, exploring and research on your part and of yourself to break the reader ..."
    Posted by metaphormachine on "The Mead of Poetry" by metaphormachine
  • "I mean mead, wine from honey. The Mead from The Mead of Poetry is a drink of the Nordic gods, the Æsir. According to legend, it goes like this: At the end of the war between the Æsir and Vanir, sealed all the gods their truce by spitting into a tall glass. Instead of wasting the saliva, the gods decided to mold it into a man. His name was Kvasir and he was steeped in the knowledge of the Nine Worlds, so he was so famous, with its ability to answer people's questions. No one could ask him a question to which he did not know the answer. Then Kvasir was killed by two dwarfs. The dwarves let him bleed out and contained the blood in two large jars and a cauldron. To the blood they added honey, which formed the divine mead. Anyone who drank it was a wise man or a poet. I do not drink, so it's time to see the poem again figuratively. I had a phase in my life where I drank, so I also know the power or bane of alcohol and its effect on creativity. To some degree this may be helpful ... but sometime not anymore ... "
    Posted by metaphormachine on "The Mead of Poetry" by metaphormachine
  • "Oh, thanks, that's sweet of you, my dear ... & I appreciate you very much too. Hm, I'm a little unsure what do you mean with comments ... my poems?! But thanks for your reading & comment ... I'm very honored, sweet pretty dear! Much love, critic ... :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Waited For One Hour to Solero" by metaphormachine
  • "Solero was written at a time, in the early summer, as I have often sat here on a bench near where I have a look around here in my residential area. It was a time of many changes. Solero stands for the sun, where I sat for an hour and a person who will pick me up for a new period of my life. Therefore you could speak of odd thoughts, yes, FB!? Thanks again for your reading & comment! :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Waited For One Hour to Solero" by metaphormachine
  • "Very beautiful & romantic ... a great Valentine's Day poem! I want to be hit by the arrows ... tender & refreshing ... textured fabric love ... a sweet "love struck" ... :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Cupids Arrows " by Stephanie Sideways
  • "Hmm, interesting! That with the age ... But what is "fae"? I haven't found any translation... Only "fetal alcohol effect". Did you mean this meaning?"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Mantis" by metaphormachine
  • "Hm, dearest Stephanie, rhyme you can definitely. The sense I understand at least for now not quite ... my English is unfortunately only merit of a "hun" ... I like the line "protecting kin from any Sin" because it is consistent within itself. And if I may venture a guess is it the main descriptive proposition of the poem?! When it comes to the protection of the family and the clan? And some problems within the kin? I'm sorry that I can not offer any meaningful interpretation ... maybe there is such a still ... later. But as always, beautifully written! Keep it up! :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Longing a banished word" by Stephanie Sideways
  • "Tired I am still quite often ... that depends entirely on my low blood pressure ... I think. Thanks, I think it's better, dear! :) XO"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Tired" by metaphormachine
  • ":) We have in fact now been clarified what my motivation was, right?! I have told you a lot ... via mail, dear ... thank you forever, dear! XOXO :)"
    Posted by metaphormachine on "Tired" by metaphormachine
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