Very nice, Riley. To capture a moment of soulful balance through the imagery of certain words, connected in ways that are meaningful; that is essence of writing. Who are we to say that there are too many flowers or too few stars or that bright eyes and rosy lips are the equal to the sweet scent of innocence? Angels, crowns, paper mache hearts - the delights of childhood, shared with that eternal, enduring prayer and the honesty of an open heart. Someone, somewhere smiles, reliving distant memories. Well done, Riley of the misty woods. :o)
I liked the subject and the way you began and the way the rhythm grew... then a few stumbles - the rhythm broke, the feel within seemed to pause... then return at the end.
Seems you cared and then got lost or distracted ...but you came back.
Very nice, Riley. To capture a moment of soulful balance through the imagery of certain words, connected in ways that are meaningful; that is essence of writing. Who are we to say that there are too many flowers or too few stars or that bright eyes and rosy lips are the equal to the sweet scent of innocence? Angels, crowns, paper mache hearts - the delights of childhood, shared with that eternal, enduring prayer and the honesty of an open heart. Someone, somewhere smiles, reliving distant memories. Well done, Riley of the misty woods. :o)
As a guy I am not sure if I should admit that I like this poem. But, just between me and you, I think it's sweet and innocent. I hope you'll always keep them vibrant and carefree ... Lord knows we need as many wholesome feelings as we can get.