a miscreant yearns
A Miscreant Yearns
A soul’s cry, released in words— chosen, picked, woven in quiet longing.
And there, in articulation, beauty finds its form...
The soul, unbound, bridges a gap, touching both heart and mind.
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Thanks Marla🙏🏻🕊that speaks deeply to me as I never chose the way in which I had grown to use language; and you’re allowing room for that brings me to a place of freedom and acceptance, no matter how strange my language may get. It’s like writing the way Christopher Walken would employ language in his speech, almost (for lack of a more ready analogy). You are much appreciated and your kind words much valued. 🙏🏻🕊🌷rbk
Sat 19th Apr 2025 08:11
Red,
Reading "A Miscreant Yearns" felt like listening to a soul speak in its purest form. You showed how even those who feel lost or unworthy still carry a deep, aching beauty inside them. The way you describe longing finding shape through words really stayed with me. It’s a reminder that even brokenness can build bridges — between ourselves, and to others.
Thank you for giving voice to that quiet, powerful truth.
All the best,
Rolph
RBK,
You write with a depth that often glides over the top of my head, but enjoyed none the less.
Marla
Yes RBK, it is a Lancastrian badge.
I scanned the cloth one, then edited the image, with the words: "Tha con tek t' mon eawt o' Lankisheer, bu' tha connut tek t' Lankisheer eawt o' t' mon".
A little too small to be read at that resolution.
Thanks Uilleam 🙏🏻🕊is that a Lancastrian badge, by the way?
Beauty is indeed “mystifying.” Couldn’t have said it better. 🌷🙏🏻🕊
I find "beauty" to be a mystifying concept, RBK.
Could one definition be: "that which is most pleasing, most fitting, or most appropriate"?
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Red Brick Keshner
Sat 19th Apr 2025 09:59
Dear Rolph, thanks kindly for myself, on behalf of the poem, and those that identify with its cry 🌷🕊🙏🏻 Here’s to our continuance of building bridges that change lives for the better through poetry 🙏🏻🕊🌷