My gift came- Out of the misty blue haze of dawn. Slowly swirling scintillatingly close it came. Luckily, I grabbed it before it disappeared;and would slink and sink into the lawn. Deep down, I was afraid. Were I to miss it and lose it to someone else's artsy thoughts...or Would I be dropping by the sight of it- This, I didn't know. So, with a deep breath,I took hold of it and held on to its ethereal form, as best I could. You know- it was worth it. It's done alot of good.
Ken a very surreal poetic twist. Quite mystical. The gift was worth its weight in gold it seems, having triggered a lot of good. Soar with that pen in your hand. I enjoyed very much this piece.
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on October 24, 2008
Our muses dance before us in a mist that reveals just enough - obscures just enough...It is inspiring and frightening. Yes, we want to respond/react and partake quickly lest another might somehow take and mold this inspiration to their own whims and fancies. When we seize the gift, color it, shape it and - most importantly - give it away/share it with others - it is deeply gratifying, indeed!
Mystery man, leaving no ending. To know what it was is mind boggling. But I like your style and this poem about the dawn is showing you are a nature loving person too.
Reviewed by Robin Rice (Reader)
Reviewed on February 1, 2008
Your use of words is careful, deliberate and very thought provoking. thanks for sharing
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I think you've captured some natural fears that writers have, especially in the beginning. Great expression! Live well:)
Sheila
:) shoma
Nice imagery, Ken.
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
I like what is left unsaid.
Axilea
Maryvonne
Take care,
Sherry
Regis
love joanne