It's pretty. It's concise. It's well written. It's fluid and emotive.
I liked it. I'd love to see you bitterly angry, passionate. I'd love to see your work naked, raw, a jam session of poetry at three am, nobody left. Only art.
It's good.
Take it easy.
The home of my childhood, / Where childhoods never end.
So lay me beneath the tall tree, / Beside the murmuring stream.
And I will be home at last, / The home for which I dream.
Well-penned and moving, took me straight to my memories of home of long ago and home that is yet to be. Great work, Ron.
This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
She never felt safe at home as a young girl, and didn't understand why when she finally escaped she wasn't safe in the big wide world either ...effectively jumping out of the frying pan into the fire!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
A most beautiful poem Ronald! Deeply touching!
happy Easter to you!!
Love Tinka
I liked it. I'd love to see you bitterly angry, passionate. I'd love to see your work naked, raw, a jam session of poetry at three am, nobody left. Only art.
It's good.
Take it easy.
So lay me beneath the tall tree, / Beside the murmuring stream.
And I will be home at last, / The home for which I dream.
Well-penned and moving, took me straight to my memories of home of long ago and home that is yet to be. Great work, Ron.