So many questions and a walk through the many times can help easy the mind of its constant worry. Sometime being wrapped in a warm blanket can give us great comfort when the heart and mind are weary.
Amazing storytelling that continues on. I have love this tale from the first piece you posted
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
Thank you PB, for your fine review I would love you to purchase (AT BRIDGE'S END) and write a review.. read moreThank you PB, for your fine review I would love you to purchase (AT BRIDGE'S END) and write a review...this is a sequel to the first one!
Warmly, B
this was simply incredible. what appears to be a simple scene, someone sitting on a park bench for a rest. but it is not her legs she needs to rest. this space allows her to recall, reflect, to process anxiety, and other thoughts and feelings. it is not a bench, it is an open-air meditation room. and there is an almost spiritual moment, as she accepts the burdens along with the joys of life. yet these ideas are weaved in with such subtlety in these intricately crafted lines that flow off the page with such lucidity. this was a very earthly and emotional feature.
Posted 3 Weeks Ago
3 Weeks Ago
Thank you for you heartfelt review! ERN, this is going to be a sequel to my fist published book call.. read moreThank you for you heartfelt review! ERN, this is going to be a sequel to my fist published book called At Bridges End...on Amazon and other booksellers!
So glad you like it ....
Warmly, B
Being pregnant is such a blessing, even when times are hard, you have a love that could be no better within you. Such a beautiful and poignant write, Betty:)
An empty bench offers solitude. A place to sit and think, to weigh situations up. The baby will come first. Everything else I feel will take second place. Beautifully penned Betty. Looking forward to more. Happy new year.
Chris 🌹
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
Thank you dear Chris...hope you are enjoying the weekend, it's frigid here with storm to come! UGHread moreThank you dear Chris...hope you are enjoying the weekend, it's frigid here with storm to come! UGH
Warmly, B
dear Betty... when you carry a Baby... you become a Savior that protects each move and feeling. You are totally receptive as the Moon moves across the Sky. A peaceful time. tenderly, Pat
It should be peaceful dear Pat, but not always
hope you are having a lovely weekend; I think .. read moreIt should be peaceful dear Pat, but not always
hope you are having a lovely weekend; I think snow is coming to us!
Warmly, B
2 Weeks Ago
dear Betty... yes... we may have Snow; but just enough to inspire a poem ... I am thinking buds of f.. read moredear Betty... yes... we may have Snow; but just enough to inspire a poem ... I am thinking buds of flowers peeping up from the Snow... hugs and blessings, Pat
2 Weeks Ago
Sounds beautiful dear Pat, looking forward to it!
Warmly, B
I get the feeling of deep repose from this lovely write, Betty. The mind is in turmoil but sitting there on the trusty bench gives it a small reprieve slowly giving way to a more manageable flow of thoughts. I really like this one!
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
Thank you Dara for a very understanding review!
more to come!
Warmly, B
I felt the separation, the loneliness in the words dear Betty. All of us are seeking safe place to rest. Powerful and worthwhile flow of thoughts my dear friend. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Posted 1 Month Ago
1 Month Ago
Thank you dear John for that lovely review, much appreciated!
Warmly, B
THERE needs to be a place when one can sit.. perhaps only sit.. and think perhaps or.. think only of thinking.. something.. anything.. nothing. No commitment, no overthing.. meditation of a selfish nothingness. Perhaps. Maybe. Why not. Does it matter. Liberty or Freedom there for the use of.. if wanted.
A poem, a gift of thought to unravel.. or not.
Posted 1 Month Ago
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1 Month Ago
No need to unravel, dear EM, just contemplate the cosmos, mind meandering to nowhere....its' still s.. read moreNo need to unravel, dear EM, just contemplate the cosmos, mind meandering to nowhere....its' still soothing ...
BIG HUGS, xoxo
B
My love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..