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Barefoot and Free
by Vivian L Dawson → (All Poetry by Vivian L Dawson)
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Basking in wind barefoot and free spinning silken hair, follow me cognitive minds in the journey, green growing love being the common ground Notre Dame scholar and the painter of words overlooking White Cliffs of Dover viewing an Ocean of Love for my diary lying in my bed of roses as sweet dreams consume my spirit set free you are all mine, selfish not to share Pleased to awaken finding my love lying peacefully by my side..watching me sleep thru his eyes so gentle and kind He kisses my forehead sending my unclad body reaching for his embrace linking mind with bodies consummating love supreme Lend not your key dear diary rendering not even tempting of destine winds for destination of journey by prose or poetry to have not an ending overcoming such a clandestine beginning with integrity winning Clouds of sorrow come and go for dancing any rainy day, barefoot and free the journey, while laughing at many a windy day spinning silk of hair concurrently (c) Barefoot and Free 24February2012 Vivian L Dawson

Reviewed by INNOCENT AGBO

Reviewed on February 28, 2012

Vivian's words are like listening to music. I just could'nt stop sailing through lines.

Reviewed by Laura Fall

Reviewed on February 26, 2012

Truly delightful poetry as always Laura

Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)

Reviewed on February 25, 2012

That painter of words line really captures the act of creative writing. What a lucky guy the subject of your poem is. The piece is really evocative of that kind of really close relationship we all aspire to. Really enjoyed this.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

It is amazing how going barefoot frees the libido� And the pen.

Ron

Reviewed by Janna Hill

I like the way you provoke the senses here :)

Reviewed by jude forese

has a sense of dance to it ... uplifting and well written ....

Reviewed by Mary Ann Biddinger

Light of heart poetry. Enjoyed ! Lady Vivian
Lady Mary Ann

Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)

Reviewed on February 24, 2012

This puts me to mind of the little town of Specter in the movie Big Fish, where everyone goes barefoot... wonderful imagery, Vivian.

Let peace be your guide,
Roger

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

there is a flow to this poem for sure. And those keys on diaries...always can be broken.....great. Morgan

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

A, barefootin' . .. Gotta love it . . .

The happiness and joy of one so at peace with themselves and her lover that she can fall asleep knowing he will be there for her, to comfort her and to watch after her . . . And then, when her arms beckon for him he will give her pleasure . . .