Oh my gosh, I know the smell of sheer terror as well, you never forget it. My first memory was peeing on myself while being beaten and not daring to cry. That memory irks my soul. Love the style of this.
Gets me right where it should--very good. It's funny, but as I came out on campus this morning the air smelled of wet dog. It was probably pending rain that never came, but I thought I might make a poem of it.
Ron
Reviewed by Catherine Poirier (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2005
wow! that's really well written, even the way the words are organized!
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Bravo for writing this.
Elizabeth
Janny xoxoxo
excellent write!!
So very profound and true ... an exemplary, well-penned write!!
Blessings,
Robert
though a sad situation
your imagery was master
William ...... Peace & Love
Ron
Paul;-]
How awful for you all!Glad you could write about it!
Eileen
A searing write that squeezes the heart. Poignantly, powerfully penned--
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I'm moved that you put out here.
Love ya!
Ron
Unique N Different Write Right On!
TRASK