A last sunset over which to swoon one last night to woo the moon and as sweet memories take me high a tear of sadness leaves my eye shed for the world that cannot see the ageless beauty of lifes mystery recalling conversation at casinoes brunch epithets flying in between each munch concern for societies ruin, the main topic the whole world atmosphere is myopic I feel guilty thinking of your lips how they can make my insides drip so much nicer than words of war accomplish naught, make ears sore I'd rather have an image of me in your arms while you impress me with your charms oh what i'd give to have a magical wand to make all the owies in the world be gone
Oh if only you could simply float on into serenity...and those lifs that make you forget everything else...Yum. And Swoon...why yes poetic...but just a common thing among we southern girls....must be the vapors. An enchanting write as ever Eileen...you made the rest of the world go away with such happy thoughts and carefree days.
Love,
Taylor
would be wonderful to make all the hurt in the world go away, to see "the ageless beauty of life's mystery" but what would all the doctors, politicians, caretakers, police, builders of war, do for a living? collectively we create out own reality and only collectively can we correct it, or rid ourselves of the "owies" ... on a lighter note, i found offering hope and beauty which is a beginning ...
Love on the edge of reality...Kinda softens the sharpness, and numbs the cut.
Beautifully written Eileen...I've missed your writes.
Lisa
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2006
How beautiful as ALWAYS~~~
Peace & Love, Dove
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2006
The last ode to your peaceful place was compose with the reality of what is going on in the world, but also wishing that the love and psssion you described could replace our outdated notion of war. Would that it could come to pass.
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on August 19, 2006
How sad that such materialistic ideals reign... but what a combination...strong images and emotions combined in this lovely composition...'if music be the food of love, play on'...how wonderful that would be without any other cares in the world. Love Panda :)
With so much going on around us, it is so easy to overlook the beauty of nature and the splendor of love. Thanks for bringing us back to earth - I love your poetry! Beautiful piece!
As always, these words and picture matches just leave me swooning over the way you put words together. . . so rennaissance-like lace, but so strong like ancient stone.
blessin's Sis Eileen. This is so lovely. . .
cynth'ya
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Love,
Taylor
A good wish, presented with the innocence of a child, and one, I believe, most would concur with Eileen. Good thoughts!
We can only hope!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg
You go girl :)!!
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Myrna
Reindeer
You have so captured the feelings of swoon here.
Yes, as always.
John
Beautifully written Eileen...I've missed your writes.
Lisa
Peace & Love, Dove
RM Green
blessin's Sis Eileen. This is so lovely. . .
cynth'ya