by Nicky Goodman
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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(why is there a category here for Golf, for example, and not a category for Love?)(this has little to do with the poem and is just a question)(thanks for reading:)
(Stepping out through gardens,
Mountains, rivers, oceans,
I see gods and goddesses
Going about their everyday affairs;
Somedays, we say hello, and
Somedays I watch from a bench
Believing they can't see me there
Pondering how I'm often like him,
How much I am so like her
And how I have never been)
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|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Beautiful piece from deep within your soul, well said....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Charlie
|It's the pigeon-hole syndrome that plagues our society. Don't you hate it? --Charlie|
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|Thought provoking excellence, Nicky, from your multi-talented pen - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Deep. Big time deep.|
|Reviewed by Susan Sonnen (Reader)
|I love this, Nicky. It's so 'me'! Ask me daughters - it's all about me. Even your poetry! :)|
|Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart
|Nicky this is so very unique and wistful.|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This one has a definate muse feel to it as if your thoughts are sort of just drifting out onto the paper but yet they seem terribly important as well. Lots to ponder.