Mothers of Pine Way, Pine Valley, Book Two (Book) - 9/17/2021 5:54:10 PM
Mothers of Pine Way is the fictitious story of a town populated by Americans and Mexican Americans who are all connected either by blood or history, or both. It spotlights the women who draw strength from God, each other and the natural beauty that surrounds them in their poverty. As they come to terms with the joys and pains of their experiences and heritage, they persevere while reaching through changing times to a promising future. A fine story from an author whose unique writing style is apparent and very much enjoyed. For me, this excerpt from page 211 of the ebook sums it all up; "This story never really ends. It's like a beautiful stream in one's imaginings, the story of this place where we live." Kudos, Corrine Ardoin!
Free To Be (Poetry) - 9/14/2023 4:23:22 AM
"Free to be" can be a blessing or a curse. I am also wandering in the labyrinths of my mind without knowing for certain which path to take. So well written, Corrine.
Free To Be (Poetry) - 9/12/2023 3:52:54 AM
When freedom eventually arrives…
the warrior feels bereft of that lifelong role…
The role that kept the heart pumping, being there
in the thick of the worst pain and heartache…knowing
that survival was possible if the fight went on..
But there is a different kind of warrior emerging now…
A warrior of peace and self care…remembering how
precious this new found place is…and preserving it with all your heart…
for it is the precious place within our Heart that the struggle was ultimately for…
At last …HOME…❤️
Love,
Diana…
Free To Be (Poetry) - 9/11/2023 10:40:43 AM
Once a warrior, I guess it never leaves. I'm not sure if that is freedom or not. But as your intro states, there always seems to come a time when a warrior puts down his or her tools of war and wars no more. Except in the mind.
Ron
Quiet Places (Poetry) - 9/5/2023 10:44:51 AM
This is outstanding, Corrine. I wanted to be there in your quiet place with you.
Quiet Places (Poetry) - 6/18/2023 10:04:11 AM
Such a beautiful and charming piece Corrine…
Your poetry always makes me ‘feel’ the experience you are describing, and encourages me to
Compare with my own…they are often almost identical…
I felt so at peace after reading this…
and wondering what lies ahead too…
Hopefully writing a new and happy song…
Love, Diana…
Quiet Places (Poetry) - 6/18/2023 7:05:59 AM
Love your low-keyed, nostalgic composition. It draws me in and holds me to savor your charm. Of course, you had me at "Quiet Places."
Quiet Places (Poetry) - 6/17/2023 11:03:20 AM
Like you, I love quiet places. Your poem, so beautifully written, took me back to those many times I walked and observed, alone in nature. While it seemed quiet except for the rustling wind, I imagined a beehive of activity of nature with plants growing, insects working and animals hiding from me in the trees and grass.
A wonderful place to think about our lives and to compose poetry.
Ron
My Mother's Death Has Come (Poetry) - 6/16/2023 6:39:54 PM
This is an engaging and soul-reaching account, Corrine. Again, I can relate because my mom was increasingly hard to "connect" with as she grew older. She was an incredible human being who worked herself to "death" bringing up seven children notwithstanding taking care of a husband and others who often came into our home. She chose to give up on this life and this world when I was still very young. Love, peace, healing and goodness,
Regis 🙏🌸
Quiet Places (Poetry) - 6/16/2023 6:35:11 PM
To what you express via your verses here, I can completely relate, Corinne. It is as though I could have written your words had they been gifted to me. And, your poem is a fine gift. Love, peace, and best wishes, namaste...
Regis 🙏🦋🐬🐟🌳🌲
Cucamonga Peak (Poetry) - 5/8/2023 7:48:43 AM
Everyone seeks higher ground. You have done it beautifully in this poem. We all should return to our birthplace from time to time to give us a perspective on how far we've come in life.
Ron
My Mother's Death Has Come (Poetry) - 4/23/2023 11:22:31 AM
Actually, a tribute to your mother who created the strong person you are. You reminded me of my sister and my mother's relationship. Often stormy, but my sister was there when mom died. My brothers and I weren't.
Thank you for being so honest.
Ron
My Mother's Death Has Come (Poetry) - 4/3/2023 10:24:52 AM
CORRINE...YOU HAVE MY HEARTFELT CONDOLENCES. I CAN RELATE TO THIS POEM, ENTIRELY. STRENGTH AND PEACE, MY FRIEND. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
My Mother's Death Has Come (Poetry) - 3/31/2023 8:40:52 AM
Beautiful poem! It speaks to my heart. I did not have the happiest of relationships with my mother! Yes, she had her strange moods, her anger, her disappointment in me--but I never knew why. Like you, I felt I never really knew her. Now that she's gone, I find myself looking back, trying to put the puzzle together of who she was and what and why she did what she did. She never spoke of the terrible things that happened to her, possibly sheltering me, but leaving me to figure it out based on my memories of events that did not at the time make sense. Thanks for sharing your poem.
My Mother's Death Has Come (Poetry) - 3/29/2023 2:47:25 PM
This is as pure, as sweet, and as loving as a poem gets. You brought tears of joy to my eyes. May your mom rest in peace.
Coalesce (Poetry) - 3/9/2023 1:35:56 PM
I love this, such good flow in your writing the words ease down!
Coalesce (Poetry) - 3/9/2023 11:41:14 AM
What a wonderful walk down memory lane of poets and songsters. But the 60s come together in my mind quite well with all of those actors playing out their parts. I often listen to them before I go to bed now.
I visited a friend doing a two-year tour in the Navy at Alameda Naval Air Station a couple of times during that era. Even ate spaghetti with his uncle's family there one evening after his uncle took us to the Oakland water department where he reversed the sand filters using millions of gallons of water to show us how he cleaned them.
Later, I traveled to Alameda one evening to sail with a friend out in the Bay and even got on the tiller around Alcatraz and Treasure Island until I fell on the slippery boards from the fog.
But I never knew of any record stores down some narrow walkway that I think you are portraying in this poem.
Ron
Coalesce (Poetry) - 3/9/2023 10:31:49 AM
Fascinating exploration in lyrical mode. The weaving of musical artists and their work was such an interesting set of signposts. Write on. Enjoyed this immensely.
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/8/2023 5:10:33 AM
Beyond beautiful Corrine…!
I was there.. totally enjoying and becoming
part of the delicious amalgam of the landscape you describe
so well…
You have to be on a certain wavelength/ vibration to
be able to take a walk through this enchanting natural world
and appreciate its actual and surreal splendour…
You have this gift, and your descriptions are totally unique…
No one does these verses quite like you…
Captivating work!
Diana…
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/7/2023 11:22:13 PM
That was a marvelous peaceful read. Thanks for the journey you took me with those lovely imagery.
Life One Time Long Ago (Poetry) - 3/7/2023 10:25:24 AM
Truly poignant and soul-reaching verses expressing an often (very sad) universal theme. Love, peace, blessings and healing to you, Corinne,
Regis. 🙏🌸
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/7/2023 10:22:16 AM
You have recreated these precious and sensually-filled moments with nature, Corinne. So engaging are your verses, I can feel it all as each word awakens my senses. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love, peace, and blessings to you,
Regis. 🙏🐦🌸🐬🦋🌲🌳🌎
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/6/2023 2:08:12 PM
A stunning collection of words woven together with intimate care and a loving heart as only someone and a love affair with Nature can write them...like rays upon the wind.
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/5/2023 9:27:04 PM
Beautiful! Spending time in nature is a healing experience when we open our eyes and senses to all its beauty.
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/5/2023 4:34:30 PM
Beautiful images to convey one's renewal of energy and enthusiasm.
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/5/2023 9:56:10 AM
Quite a ride through nature's senses from a particular part of the Western United States as opposed to other parts of the world where other senses fill the heart and soul of poets to write down in words nature's impressions.
Loved it!
Ron
Contra-time (Poetry) - 3/5/2023 8:31:04 AM
Your perfection of word choice took me back to my days of desert hiking and climbing. Your sense of nature and its interlocking merge with we as humans are noteworthy. So many words have been written re: plant, tree and flowers of nature, but allowing our olfactory sense to be satiated with such beautiful thoughts and images was enlightening. Write on.
Life One Time Long Ago (Poetry) - 2/28/2023 4:11:45 AM
I hope your flow of words have been somewhat cathartic and empowering to distance you from the darkness.
Life One Time Long Ago (Poetry) - 2/18/2023 11:19:45 AM
I never was afraid of the dark or anyone when I was young because my father and my mother were both very strong in different ways. My father would never let anyone hurt me and my mother was always there to console me no matter what happened or how it happened.
But I can see it was different for you and I hope that by sharing more and more of your darkest secrets, put away because of fear of death, can now be revealed because those threats, except in your mind no longer exist. Thankfully, just remnants of the past.
Ron
Life One Time Long Ago (Poetry) - 2/18/2023 10:58:05 AM
Corrine, this is such a courageous piece of writing…
Hidden fear is a terrible and haunting legacy that
is borne of such vile and disturbing circumstances
that you have spoken of,
and can infiltrate every part of life thereafter..
I truly hope this is a liberating and cleansing
experience for you…No longer to feel “cast in
the shadows, in the corner”…but to enjoy
Liberation and bask in the bright light of grace
and goodness…Your words must surely help anyone
who has suffered in similar ways, and it is so selfless and
brave to offer your pain to assist others…
I wish you Love, Inner Peace, and Happiness free from fear…
Love,
Diana..🍃
Life One Time Long Ago (Poetry) - 2/18/2023 10:12:00 AM
How brave of you to put it in writing for others to benefit from it. I truly wish no one would ever have to go through something like that. The more it comes out in the open, with survivors sharing their story, the less blame and shame victims will put on themself. And maybe that will help them brake free sooner.
Thank you for sharing 🙏❤️
Life One Time Long Ago (Poetry) - 2/18/2023 9:17:14 AM
The first-person usage of language makes this very personal. As such, the reader is struck with the courage and honesty some will take to reveal aspects of self, hoping such exposure with inspire others of like experience will express as well. Hopefully, your message is read and given serious consideration by each reader. There's a degree of your life's experience in all of us. It too needs to be expressed for without grounding the disturbance, it will continue to make its house calls uninvited. Good luck to you. In my own way, I attempted to explore darkness in "An Artist's Glass Darkly," an effort to objectivize reality, dissonant as it is.
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/13/2023 3:12:20 PM
The first three lines of this last stanza shine in my eyes as the center of this starburst of a poem, full of spirit, very beautiful. ~~ djl
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/11/2023 11:54:32 AM
Beautiful poem full of uplifting realizations. Thanks for posting!
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/9/2023 2:21:53 PM
I never felt more one with nature than reading your poem.
Ron
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/8/2023 7:48:38 AM
When I was a boy, I was forced to pray. It meant very little to me.
After reading your beautiful poem, I am beginning to understand what prayer is all about. It is reaching perfection.
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/8/2023 12:58:51 AM
that is so beautiful, connected through and through, and it didn't matter if God is within or without, you are just all of it, everything, everywhere. it's so beautiful. there is a subtle thread in your piece that becomes part with the reader- connected.
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/7/2023 6:14:01 PM
We always become aware of our full circle journey when we take in nature and all its majestic teachings, nicely penned dear Corrine,
Energetic Sight (Poetry) - 1/7/2023 5:00:08 PM
A truly enchanting dream of a poem Corrine,
illustrating our true and sacred
connectedness to the energies of Nature.
Every carefully crafted line sings it’s own
Inimitable song…
Diana…🍃
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/27/2022 12:29:41 PM
I related to this as a person who has passed hasty judgment of others, while hating such when it happens to me. I have longed for a sense of accomplishment and greatness, while also feeling satisfied that I can now live the simple life, with less pressure and expense. Your poem is worth reading numerous times, and gives an opportunity for more reflection. Thanks for posting it!
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/22/2022 9:19:14 AM
Wise and beautiful thoughts that are so appropriate this time of year. I find your perceptions as experience has dictated, as the observation of both yourself and others have made purchase. You, indeed, have a plethora of wisdom and charity. Thank you for sharing.
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/18/2022 10:08:15 AM
Your rendering is filled with wisdom, compassion, and love. And so are you.
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/18/2022 9:16:12 AM
A profound and wise pen, Corrine.
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/17/2022 11:36:02 AM
Overflowing with wisdom. The simple life without reflecting can lead to feeling prejudice against others for no other reason than simple differences. But the simple life, fully reflecting on all life going on around, can result in some earthshaking conclusions.
I like your whole poem for its beauty, but the last three lines bring it to a wonderful conclusion.
Ron
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/17/2022 11:17:10 AM
A telling image, that speaks to me of the Creator's grand design. I sense hope threaded throughout this piece, and hope (IMO) is always a passion for the possible. Nature, in my life, has always been the greatest and most truthful teacher. Sadly, in this world, wherever there is a crowd, there is always untruth. A quietly introspective piece that can be read (and interpreted) several ways. Thanks for sharing. Happy holidays.
Thoughts For The Day (Poetry) - 12/17/2022 3:39:59 AM
Wise and introspective are those who appreciate the simple pleasures in life and take notice of ordinary/extraordinary things.
Thankful For The Moon (Poetry) - 12/12/2022 9:50:21 AM
I love this poem, Corrine. Like you, I sometimes just stand in the moonlight watching the moon, giving thanks it's there. Lovely poem.
Thankful For The Moon (Poetry) - 12/10/2022 12:11:46 PM
Simplicity and elegance combined with eloquence of presentation is a thing of beauty. Thanks for your beautiful message.
Thankful For The Moon (Poetry) - 12/9/2022 3:08:35 AM
The moon remains steadfast in its role of influencing the tides around the world.
You remind us that at least one constant in life serves as an anchor.
Thankful For The Moon (Poetry) - 12/8/2022 4:15:55 AM
that was a lovely analogy of the passing clouds and the moon, as if i have pictured out memories in front of me, moments and experiences that are fleeting, gone. and i am still here, no matter how i hold onto these memories with happy or sad emotions, time will take them away. how lovely it is to let go.
Thankful For The Moon (Poetry) - 12/6/2022 3:36:50 PM
Oh how beautiful your words are Corrine,,,
Just the mention of the Moon has me captured
immediately…
You have caught the essence of the atmosphere as
you stepped outside perfectly…I was there with you…
When my brother moved to live in Australia, it gave
me much comfort that we still shared the same Moon
above, and as you point out, the same lovely Moon face that
we gazed upon as children…
A most beautiful poem…
Diana..🍃
Thankful For The Moon (Poetry) - 12/6/2022 9:51:55 AM
Having also seen clouds moving across the face of the full moon, I really understand the feeling, the gravitational pull and spell the moon can have over us. It is both beautiful and eerie at the same time.
Ron
Dreamtime (Poetry) - 11/24/2022 2:22:46 AM
What a delightful read! As a minimalist I could break
this down into 27 poems, and take credit for knowing a
lot more than I really do. But of course it would lose
its charm, and its majesty, and its creative insightfulness.
I would have to call it "Dreaming with Corrine," and that
would really stir up your beautiful words. Thanks
for putting up with me. You're the best!
Dreamtime (Poetry) - 11/20/2022 4:15:50 AM
Beautiful words explaining your inward journey, the one each of us embarks on bridging this world and the next.
Dreamtime (Poetry) - 11/18/2022 4:25:01 PM
what an astoundugn dekightful experience, Corrine. thank you for taking us with you and allowing us to witness your profound dream.
Dreamtime (Poetry) - 11/18/2022 10:58:06 AM
Wow, that certainly is a revelation of a stream of consciousness that seems to take you far from the present or away from your bed into a surreal environment.
Wish I had those dreams. Mine tend to be rather narrow in scope and focus on solving some problem that seems insolvable. And lately, very sexual ones that go way beyond anything I've written of a sexual nature. I have dreams of falling, but mostly in the house when I go to get something and find my feet out from under me in my head and body heading towards something dangerous.
During my travels through Canada, I managed to see a few provincial parks, but not the Garibaldi Provincial Park you pictured, just Waterton Provincial Park just across the border from Glacier Park in the US.
Ron
Dreamtime (Poetry) - 11/18/2022 4:51:25 AM
Oh this is so beautiful Corrine! So surreal, so deep…
Yes, we must heed this familiar world of the unseen,
It often feels so familiar, almost a
parallel life occurring simultaneously…
There is so much to learn…
…Trust and faith will carry us through…
Diana..🍃
Dreamtime (Poetry) - 11/17/2022 3:21:28 PM
Love your beautiful poem, God bless Corrine
A Friend In A Strange Land (Poetry) - 10/31/2022 10:46:48 AM
Knowledge is like that… Like your poem. Once we meet someone strange and began to know him/her better, we find that we have more in common than we thought.
I recall meeting my host in Karachi Pakistan for my four-day stay in 1978. He and I hit it off immediately as though he was as close as my twin brother. We had the same tastes in almost everything. We enjoyed each other's company for four days. When he called me while visiting the States about 15 years later, we resumed our conversation as though the years had not intervened where we left off.
Ron
A Friend In A Strange Land (Poetry) - 10/30/2022 1:22:13 PM
Strange, as I have had the same experience…
Some things are just meant to be…
Synchronicity in action…!
Diana..🍃
A Friend In A Strange Land (Poetry) - 10/30/2022 12:29:00 PM
When meeting a similar soul and knowing it matches yours.
A Friend In A Strange Land (Poetry) - 10/30/2022 9:07:47 AM
I believe people come into our lives for a reason, however long they're with us.
When Death Comes For The Young (Poetry) - 10/11/2022 1:27:59 PM
I understand your loss. My nephew was in an automobile accident. Such a heart breaking experience. He was a young man with two children and one on the way. A child, never to know his father. The accident brought a sadness to our family that we had not experienced in decades. But it was now our turn to suffer. Why did it have to go like this? You ask yourself over and over.
When Death Comes For The Young (Poetry) - 10/8/2022 7:47:41 AM
So sad to hear. I hope by writing about it will help a bit. Also to hear about your loss during the pandemic. It is really heart rending to hear.
Ron
When Death Comes For The Young (Poetry) - 10/7/2022 8:27:14 PM
powerful emotions executed with poise. i am sorry for your loss. but, beautiful piece.
When Death Comes For The Young (Poetry) - 10/7/2022 12:23:12 PM
How tragic. Yes, when the young die, we all die a little, never to find our former equilibrium again. I once skidded sideways in heavy ice and snow and headed directly toward a massive concrete foundation of an overpass. I was certain I would die but did not have time to panic. Instead, my car mysteriously lurched to the right and avoided the pillar altogether. I walked away without a scratch, not even a sign that I was there. The incident imprinted on my consciousness just how fragile life is. Death rarely comes at our convenience, perhaps teaching us only to live it as best we can. I am sorry for your loss knowing that death grants us no favors.
We Call It Home (Poetry) - 9/17/2022 11:17:06 AM
How evocative this is Corrine…it really touches the soul…
What can be more important than having somewhere to call HOME…
and the lack of this right is so heartbreaking…
‘Children take their Mother’s cue to walk the road to where hope leads.
I found this line so immensely moving….
A fine poem which highlights this immense problem with
Empathy and understanding…
Love, Diana…🍃
What is Life? (Poetry) - 8/27/2022 9:13:45 AM
Such a well-crafted composition on a difficult subject!
Is the universe an endless series of random events, or
is it purpose-driven and cohesive? You've strengthened
my belief in life. Thank you for this gem.
We Call It Home (Poetry) - 8/24/2022 8:07:25 AM
From age 9 to 11, my twin brother and I picked beans in the fields all day in the hot sun for about $3 a day that we saved so that our mother could buy our fall school clothes and school supplies. I liked the experience, but didn't have to do it for a lifetime with meager pay that would not even allow me to own a home or even rent a decent one.
Very soon, the beans were picked by machine and by 17, after picking raspberries one summer, we started to work in a factory for $1.25 an hour. My paycheck that I put in my savings account for college one week was $120!
Farmworkers need to have that kind of upward mobility within their lifetime. Even the ability to buy and run their own farms. Studies have shown that family farms produce better crops and are more productive than factory farms often filled with environmental and employee abuses.
Your poem highlights the plight of farmworkers. I am well knowledgeable about the plight of caregivers. Until we start paying everyone what they are worth instead of what we can get away with, poverty hidden like you reveal in your poem and obvious on city streets, will continue when there is enough wealth to go around for everyone.
Ron
We Call It Home (Poetry) - 8/24/2022 12:57:18 AM
this was such a delight and very pleasing to the soul. thank you for writing this.
We Call It Home (Poetry) - 8/23/2022 8:40:21 PM
You always write of places and so beautifully expressed them. Your words are precious and a joy to read.
Sandie
What is Life? (Poetry) - 8/19/2022 2:59:43 PM
One of my favorite topics. First wrote about it in eighth grade. I think you are more connected to life than most of us. Your poem reflects that.
There's only one thing missing. All of life is extremely aggressive. Underlying the peacefulness and cooperation that has evolved there is a struggle to survive where alliances amid the smallest of the plant and animal kingdom keep life in balance so that no one form of life takes over from the complexity that has evolved from which your beautiful poem emerges.
Ron
What is Life? (Poetry) - 8/18/2022 4:22:44 PM
wow! thank you. that was truly refreshing. beautiful image as well. thank you for writing this piece.
What is Life? (Poetry) - 8/18/2022 2:53:25 PM
Your verses on the interconnection of are eloquently stated.
Upper Kinney Lake, Carson Wilderness (Poetry) - 8/15/2022 12:32:08 PM
There is beauty in all you write,
words that find the truth
even in barren, rocky places.
How warm it feels to read your words.
Upper Kinney Lake, Carson Wilderness (Poetry) - 8/8/2022 8:50:11 AM
"Before the fall off the cliff," may be a metaphor for something terrible that happened, but the thought of slipping and falling physically off a cliff is something that I've experienced and it was one of the most spine deep scary things I ever experienced. Sliding on loose rocks if I even tried to move and my left leg so strained it began to spasm. If my friend hadn't thrown me a rope, I would have slid down that scree to a point of no return and fallen to the lake below that I foolishly thought I could easily hike down to.
But I truly believe that in your case, writing about harsh words and forgiveness, you are referring to a place where one can go and in that stillness and solitude think about what has happened and how it can become a part of healing with wisdom rather than terror.
Ron
Upper Kinney Lake, Carson Wilderness (Poetry) - 8/7/2022 10:39:17 AM
Corrine your words will be familiar to many, and to myself,
especially when we were young and discovering
who we were, and our points of view felt sacred
within our own hearts…
On the other hand, those beautiful moments of
wise thoughts…
“spoken in silent moments by the
stream of gentle breezes”
are so valuable and knowing, and contain within them
the real learning you speak of…
peace and healing…and the real wisdom
of true forgiveness, maturing into
Stillness, acceptance and trust…
Nirvana…
Diana🍃
Moving On (Poetry) - 8/2/2022 5:20:30 AM
When less surely is more…
An insightful look at life and all it’s
possibilities if we can look with the
eyes of our souls…
Always such heart lifting writing
Corrine…and always so inspiring…
Diana…🍃
Moving On (Poetry) - 7/22/2022 8:26:01 AM
I love the contrast between what used to be good as it deteriorates, then gliding above and beyond it with hope for the future!
Moving On (Poetry) - 7/20/2022 8:51:27 AM
Everything decays. It is nature's way. When there is no sustenance, no income, one must move on or die. But when one takes flight like an eagle, everything is possible.
Your poem makes the soul soar.
Ron
Moving On (Poetry) - 7/20/2022 8:47:53 AM
Memories wrapped in nostalgia. A masterful rendering...
Moving On (Poetry) - 7/19/2022 7:56:42 PM
breath taking and inspiring, i love your piece. gave me clarity and relief. thank you
Where Do I Begin? (Poetry) - 7/16/2022 6:34:41 PM
MARVELOUS AND CONGRATULATIONS! I LOOK FORWARD TO READING THE FANTASTIC 'NEXT CHAPTER' THAT I KNOW IS TOLD AS ONLY YOU CAN...IN YOUR NEW BOOK! LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
In Times of War (Poetry) - 7/16/2022 6:30:02 PM
WHAT A POWERFUL WORK, CORRINE. AS WE CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR GOD'S INTERVENTION, LET US THANK HIM FOR THE LIGHT OF THE SUN WHICH BEAMS THROUGH ...GIVING ONE HOPE THAT ONE DAY, SOON...THERE WILL BE NO MORE BOMBS. THANK YOU FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
In Times of War (Poetry) - 7/6/2022 9:35:14 AM
Your vivid poem captures the devastation suffered by the Ukrainians.
In Times of War (Poetry) - 7/3/2022 11:51:42 AM
You certainly have depicted what so many Ukrainians are doing these days that are dragging into months of watching the in some futile effort to escape the next horrific bomb blast tearing their lives apart one bomb at a time.
Makes me wonder if people in Russia had the same thing happening to them, if things would be different.
Ron
In Times of War (Poetry) - 6/30/2022 5:30:47 PM
Your words touch deeply Corrine…
but convey the misery succinctly
that war brings…
Living in Europe at the moment is scary…
Each day we see the horrific news coverage from
Ukraine, and it is heartbreaking.
People here in the UK are giving homes within
their own homes to Ukrainian families…
It is good to know that people really care…
But how this this war can end I can’t see…
In the meantime we can only hope and pray…
I admire the way you have written this piece,
gently, quietly but with such power…
Diana…🍃
In Times of War (Poetry) - 6/30/2022 12:48:05 PM
Your words touch, move, and create tears of sorrow for those under attack, and anger against the inhumane actions of that tiny wobbly bastard KGB tyrant who cannot see past his pile of rusting nuclear bombs. I wonder what he would do if he stood on the hillside of his $1.4 billion house, and saw 1,000 cruise missiles coming for him?
In Times of War (Poetry) - 6/30/2022 10:14:24 AM
A touch, descriptive tribute, a snapshot of the reality of war. Terrible that so many people have to endure such misery as life in other places goes on as if nothing is happening. Fine work.
Where Do I Begin? (Poetry) - 6/20/2022 5:31:47 PM
it's an honor reading your words. as if i am witnessing your courage, bravery. thank you for sharing this. i cant help but admire your strength in character.
Where Do I Begin? (Poetry) - 6/20/2022 12:41:07 PM
A heartfelt poem. Writing can be very cathartic.
Where Do I Begin? (Poetry) - 6/20/2022 11:29:14 AM
Corrine, your writing here is so courageous…
It is as though something within you is
finally loosening..but slowly and carefully…and this is
the first tentative step from your inner self
to lead you to unburdening that which has haunted
you, yet will finally lead you to freedom…
and finally inner peace…
A superb piece of writing that cannot fail to touch
the hearts of all who read your soulful words…
Love, Diana…🍃
Where Do I Begin? (Poetry) - 6/20/2022 11:07:49 AM
Very poignant. Welcome back.
Ron
