As
earthly leaves do fall
when butterflies
disappear
solitude can become
from
realism into a
world
of surrealism
trying to catch
one
last touch
of
warmth
from Autumn's
last
goodbye
fully understanding
truth
to proclaim about
oneself
obtained from one
journey
into the next
(c) Valediction
10November2013
Vivian L Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on November 21, 2013
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
Like Keats your poem picks up on the parallels between our seasons and our lives. Oh for Springtime to return once more.
Reviewed by D. Vegas (Reader)
Reviewed on November 13, 2013
Yes, Vivian, Fall turns into Winter with a snap of the finger...and I'm not a big fan of the cold and snow.
In nature, the cycle of life and death happens every year. We are the fortunate ones, living long in the scheme of things. You have pictured autumn as it is… just before winter comes.
A visual glimpse of the ever changing seasons, done so well with your talented pen of excellance. The picture you selected paints your words with color, it floods our minds with the beauty of the season. Well written Vivian.
And our journey's are bound to the seasons which come to us. The weather, however hot and humid it is, or blizzards which trap and kill, to the survivors nothing can stop us from the next journey. Well written, Vivian.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The second book in the telepathy series. It contains more ways for the up and coming telepathist to experiment with the sending and receiving of thoughts and is at the end of the story about future telepathy people found unexpectedly chosen by the go
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There are four seasons in the mind of man:
Like Keats your poem picks up on the parallels between our seasons and our lives. Oh for Springtime to return once more.
Always,
Deborah
Regis
Ron
Joy L. Hale
one
last touch
of
warmth
from Autumn's
last
goodbye
I was attempting to do that just yesterday.
thanks for sharing this one...and keep going my friend...love anna
Love Bouquets & Sweet Sunshine
Vickie