This is a repost. I'm sorry for not being around more but longer hours at the newspaper keeps me coming home late and spent. I'll catch up soon with all my favorites here.
Peace & Harmony!
Susan*
Here it is the dawn of beginnings
The real and depth of super births
The Nova of the blast befitting
Building, filling ... more it's worth
Life is living as hearts merge, beating
Infantile rejuvenation...giving
Meaning more than thoughts trespassing
Miracles born without impressions
Illusions, dreams ... gauze of knitting
Shadows, silhouettes, emissions
Not alone this pair awakens
Groggy, dizzy, walking ... taking
Circle round about and shaking
Fuzzy dreams tremble...making
Fullness illuminating wonders
Thoughts alive while passion thunders
No old cliches or verb's intention
This love defies definition
It's a Nova's birth
A Comet's tail
Vesuvious power
Kohoteck's trail
It's freeer than an infant's breath
It's an abyss with a softer depth
It's a heaven born within a smile
The shine that glows from a newborn child
Speaks in voices
With encored angels
It's a moonbeam's vapor
With stars that dangle
It's fullness living in colored demensions
It's love above for my intended
Description has no dress for this
However birthed it's a perfect fit.
The perfect fit that makes a perfect poem!
This is brilliant, Susan!
Reviewed by Cynthia Castle (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2004
Susan,
You have birthed a perfect write about the "Birth of Love!" Very eloquently expressed. I agree with Kate, that there are so many great images here, I can't pick a favorite. Love the poem from the beginning to the end. Thank you for sharing this timeless treasure.
Thoroughly endorse all the sentiments and feelings expressed below, Susan, and have been thinking of you in the weeks' following your sad loss. May a deep healing be taking place in all of your hearts as you work through this tragic grief. So, please don't add any extra burden of responsiblity and "guilt" to your already over-demanding emotional load. We love you and understand ALL, so please don't apologise - just wish we could help! BUT THIS IS A FABULOUS WRITE! The energy is present from the very first thought and builds wave upon wave until it is fully developed and "born" in the last line. So many great images here it is difficult to pick just one - but the lines: "This love defies definition It's a Nova's birth A Comet's tail Vesuvious power Kohoteck's trail It's freer than an infant's breath It's an abyss with a softer depth" - are absolutely knock-out. Take great care of yourself and lovely to see and hear you again - as and when you can! TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2004
It's bloody marvellous...
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2004
WooooHaaaah....what a magnificent bundling of phrases!
This is supreme, Susan, one of your best.
Those last lines tie it up neatly, too. As Thomas says,
"You are a remarkable talent."
Reviewed by Thomas Lanechanger (Reader)
Reviewed on September 30, 2004
Susan, I am grateful that you have re-posted this wonderful creation. Love is such a beautiful emotion that can lift ones spirit beyond the Heavens, and yet, it can rip ones soul apart, whenever it wanes for whatever reason. That’s not to say that this timeless treasure does that at all, my friend. This priceless, inspirational piece brings to life, and clearly illustrates the glorious emotional memories of how a human feels during love’s infancy, and can easily be applied to many who seek out its marvelous rewards, when it is shared with the right person. Thank you for jogging the memory banks, and allowing the rivers of the mind to flow with ease by sharing your remarkable talent. Your own kindness, and gracious words are greatly appreciated, more than you’ll ever know, my friend. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Take care and be well.
After losing her boyfriend in a accident, Alecia believe she's been seeing him. But that can't possibly be? When Brayden reveals himself, or his soul, he asks her of a favor. But when that favor leads to her revealing feelings for her dead boyfriends
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
I loved him. At age twelve he touched my heart with his music. At age twenty he captured my heart when our eyes met as he sat on a stage and sang Four months later, he fractured my heart with his refusal to allow us to stay together. At age seventy
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This is brilliant, Susan!
You have birthed a perfect write about the "Birth of Love!" Very eloquently expressed. I agree with Kate, that there are so many great images here, I can't pick a favorite. Love the poem from the beginning to the end. Thank you for sharing this timeless treasure.
Cynthia
Rhonda
Love Tinka
This is supreme, Susan, one of your best.
Those last lines tie it up neatly, too. As Thomas says,
"You are a remarkable talent."
Concur with Allen...Your presence has been missed in the Den..
Welcome Home..
Peter
Allen