Wonderful lines, HJ! A very thought-provoking and throughtful write!!!!!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Candy T (Reader)
Reviewed on January 14, 2007
Good stuff, ty
Tone reminds me of:
“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning”
- Walt Whitman
Reviewed by S J (Reader)
Reviewed on January 12, 2007
This is truly wonderful, HJ; and I agree, poetic brilliance!
Excellently written!
Sheila
Thank you, for your kind comment. I apologize for not reviewing your poem sooner; I have had massive computer problems.
Oh Yeah!!!
loved it made me feel tall
enjoyed this!!!
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on January 11, 2007
Good one, HJ. I think, in a world where uncertainty and fear are so common, poetry is the safety line -- reason for the season and rhyme for the time. Kudos!
'Then brother hear the nectar dripping speech of the poet.'
A glorious description of the tangible juices of poetic brilliance!
Just love the Sanskrit H J. Thanks for sharing..
Love, Suzie ... poet aspiring :-D
325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.
This is a Hypertext Book Release of the F. Scott Fitzgerald classic This Side of Paradise on Black April 23, 2016 which is William Shakespeare,s 400th birthday.
325 letters my father wrote to my mother during his time in World War II.
Woven together in a timeline of events of three of his brothers, 5 brothers-in-law, and one cousin, all 10 of them were in WWII at the same time.
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WONDERFULLY felt!
- Poet-
WArmly, WArrior Sheee
Stan
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Tone reminds me of:
“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning”
- Walt Whitman
Excellently written!
Sheila
Thank you, for your kind comment. I apologize for not reviewing your poem sooner; I have had massive computer problems.
loved it made me feel tall
enjoyed this!!!
Ted
A glorious description of the tangible juices of poetic brilliance!
Just love the Sanskrit H J. Thanks for sharing..
Love, Suzie ... poet aspiring :-D
When I become one I will feel honored by this write