My eyes are cast lured into memories pond where ripples of life travel outbound with my thoughts train. Colors of autumns past remind me of their loss in winter. And with this part of self I paint the beauty of my life behind open eyes without a brush. Reflect upon the water emotion afloat of visions held in other times other places. In depth I remain hooked with dreams of a family tree in age’s arms yet to be reborn. And as I awaken to the voice of sunset darkness instills the silence in my soul until the light of my memories again awaken my emotions. Again and again I return water for daydreams.
...' With my thoughts train'.....'And as I awaken to the voice of sunset darkness instills the silence in my soul' BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Amanda McClure (Reader)
Reviewed on January 31, 2008
I love your poems....they remind me of how Jenny would write. I lost all her poems and writings after she died. I only got back wat you see on that site I showed you....some from friends of hers, some from a recovery program.
"where ripples of life travel outbound..." Probably one of the great lines of all time in this poem. With such a great title. You must be a Pisces, or perhaps "water images" just make your muse flow! Again and again, you return... great stuff.
I knew a Blind Artist, Captain Jordan. His work is hanging in the Presidential Library and he was a friend of my father's. He painted with emotions and in his art the depth of emotions were acute in every way. He wasn't blind all hias life so he painted memories. Your poem reminds me of Captain Jordan and the great vision his art gave others.
Love,
Susan
'Water for daydreams'....I think this piece and my 'Like Mondays' could be melded into its central thought. The images in this piece are stunning especially...
'I paint the beauty of my life
behind open eyes
without a brush.'
I love this!
Always,
M
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 27, 2007
Beautifully rendered is this tale of barren landscape (soul) awaiting the thaw and the rebirthing . . .
Even though I don't believe in reincarnation, the memories held in tears, the loss of dreams, returns again and again...what could we have done to change things, make things better? A thought provoking piece you've penned this morning, John, well done.
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Kathy
blessin's,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Happy New Year
Love,
Eileen
Have a Prosperous 2008
Ron
really well developed both conceptually and artistically ...
Be safe,
Karen
Love,
Susan
Christine
behind open eyes
without a brush.
I've often wished I could draw or paint what I feel. Unable to do so, I use words instead. Thank you for sharing this gift, John. Love and peace,
Regis
Love Tinka
'I paint the beauty of my life
behind open eyes
without a brush.'
I love this!
Always,
M
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.