My FAVORITE TIME < I love the eeriness and this POEM!
Glad I didn't miss this ONE!
The picture is forever in my minds soul...
Our word-expressions wrap me UP and Keep me warm!
Dust to dust...yet the essence of who we are/were
lives on beyond the cool clay and faded flowers in
the quiet thoughts and words left behind. You tell
it like it is, with music to match. -gene.
A morbid poetess wrapped in a gossamer white gown sliding through the city of the dead like a lonely angel looking for a soul that didn't part.
Deep pain and hopelessness not only in the poems words.
YOUR PRESENTATION (MUSIC) ENHANCES AN ALREADY WELL WRITTEN POEM, WITH YOUR PHRASES AND RHYME DRAWING A CLEAR PICTURE OF DEATH'S BITTERSWEET REWARDS. ENJOYED IMMENSELY. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. JOYCE
Tribute to all departed souls who have met the soil at six feet under. Each one of these quatrains are measurable as timeless pall bearers, Belle...laid to rest and free of all materialism, on to the afterlife where chains are left to those of us here on Earth...good poetry...and music...
this is beautifully clear-eyed and reflective, Belle. Quite sombre in tone, though with a lightness of touch that indeed captures the duallisms which co-exist quite happily in graveyards, serving to add to our ponderings, rather than answer them. You speak of that ambivalence in a vivid capture of memorial scenery that is sharply observed and felt. This poem breathes easy and is at peace. xx
At the young of age of seven, Jill's mother Eve takes her for regular sessions to a child psychologist for treatment of her anxiety, which only makes her behavior worse. When she reaches her teens, she starts drinking and then smoking marijuana with
Jamie was a healthy, active 12-year old who loved to skate and played hockey as well as any boy. Then one afternoon during a game, she suffered a stroke that changed her world. Her memoir takes the reader through her ordeal and her journey out of the
After a long awaited weekend visitation caused by false allegations of sexual abuse, Glen got to see his children for the first time in over two months. He promised them that they would never be apart again and then they disappeared.
Glad I didn't miss this ONE!
The picture is forever in my minds soul...
Our word-expressions wrap me UP and Keep me warm!
WRITE ON!
Blessings, SassySHEE
lives on beyond the cool clay and faded flowers in
the quiet thoughts and words left behind. You tell
it like it is, with music to match. -gene.
Deep pain and hopelessness not only in the poems words.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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Be always safe,
Karen
Love,
Sage