... I had to let him go. He said it was time to find himself. He had to find his way. And so, with a sadness in my heart, I released his hand ... and watched as he faded from view into the dusk, until my straining eyes could see him no more.
Karla, this is one of the best poems you have ever penned that I have read. It is just magnificent and your wordplay with the title is outstanding . . . Stand. Take a bow. Clap. Clap.
Hearts of Gold
Synopsis
by
Frank P. Whyte
Portland, Oregon is known as the City of Roses. Of course that’s an odd name for a city whose mere mention conjures images of driving winds and torrential ra
South Baltimore serves as the backdrop for this gripping story of three brothers leading very different lives but joined forever by the secrets of a painful family past.
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
God Bless
Michelle~
Love,
Susan
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Fee
Love,
Eileen
blessings to you K.
always,
randy
Sage
Goodnight, dear Karla, goodnight
I'll wake you with my light.
The dreams I have for you
Will sparkle like morning dew.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Love Tinka
Regis
I love this write...
John
Newfie Hugs are coming your way, Rose
R~
Always, Christine
Brilliant image and verse, Karla; a perfect package of sheer excellence! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twink, Karen Lynn. :D
Like Ed said, He'll be back...just look the other way in the morning.
walt