A Lovely Piece MaryGrace
Any Gators in your lake there?
We keep some small ones in the ponds
of our complex
I guess for conversation sake
I hate them, hate any creature
which I am part of his food chain. ....LOL
Wishing you and family A Happy New Year
William
Love & Peace
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on December 30, 2006
Beautiful imagery in this one and has a peaceful aura thank you MaryGrace.
Ah, splendid here I can stay all day.
I always enjoy the imageries in your poetic renderings.
Makes me want to take brush in hand and paint these scenes.
So refreshing Mary~I thank you.
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Beautiful write my friend...imagery is great I could envision the water with ripples sparkling in the sunlight, ends leaving the reader to ponder about the short voyage of the ripples, where do they go? where do they begin? Great write my friend, enjoyed much.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 30, 2006
Not even a memory
Are these ripples from the sea
To bring back the days of yore
Vainly I look at the shore.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
Regis
Any Gators in your lake there?
We keep some small ones in the ponds
of our complex
I guess for conversation sake
I hate them, hate any creature
which I am part of his food chain. ....LOL
Wishing you and family A Happy New Year
William
Love & Peace
Blessing,
Joselyn
Ah, splendid here I can stay all day.
I always enjoy the imageries in your poetic renderings.
Makes me want to take brush in hand and paint these scenes.
So refreshing Mary~I thank you.
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Are these ripples from the sea
To bring back the days of yore
Vainly I look at the shore.