her voice majestic
mouthing mysteries
is nothing less than
incomparable
it teases my soul
tracing timidly timbers
that constitute a forest
perfectly pristine
marbled minutiae
trembling titter truths
that my hungry thoughts
insatiable engulf
but most of all I yes
must leafing admit
that listening to her
draws forth my soul
in honestly offered
tones of reverence
İstanbul 16 December 2021
George Ellington 
G, it’s marvellous to be smitten, and you write being smitten so beautifully. It’s wonderful how creative muse can tickle those soul fibres, ain’t it though? Yea that you write on so, that we may joyous be smitten alongside your poetry. Spring in winter: you’ve done it bro. 🙌 🎉🤗🌷
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Yes indeed it is, Lia. I know you understand this. Your own writing expresses it so well. Thank you for that–for the beauty you write, and for finding in my words something to celebrate.
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G, I love your blog. So much to celebrate. It’s so real and there’s so much love – for life, for artistry, and for your family. So I’m honoured beyond beyond, by your kind words for my musings!!! Thank you for your generosity. 🙏😊💓
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Oh believe me, it is my pleasure.
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Wow, this is stunning poetry, George. I’ll come back again to reread it later because I loved it so much.
❤
David
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Ah, my dear friend. That pleases me so very much. Thank you. Always.
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