What a wonderful thought .. the waves were the orchestra .. tis true, tis really true, the sounds of water ripple and play on and on endlessly. This is such a warm romantic poem, John .. a time of specialness and the making of lasting memories. A beautiful phrase, 'She was as beautiful as when I first saw her ~ and I held her like she was my last breath.'
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' She was as beautiful as when I first saw her
and I held her like she was my last breath.'
Those are two very stunning lines to match the rest of such a lovely poem. Everything breathes liveliness and speaks of that sort of spark so hard to capture in a photograph, a poem, or a painting by anyone less than a master of the art. I'd say this demonstration shows your keen mastery over taking the art of life down into words. I love the concept you mention of the ocean keeping your secrets, a very beautiful and mysterious notion. Perhaps the sea's depths are the best place to keep feelings so voluminous.
This is a beautiful piece of work. You can really tell the depth of emotion with the words and imagery you use. Very nicely done. Also, the personification of the waves lends an extra touch to the tenderness of the poem. Good job!
What a wonderful thought .. the waves were the orchestra .. tis true, tis really true, the sounds of water ripple and play on and on endlessly. This is such a warm romantic poem, John .. a time of specialness and the making of lasting memories. A beautiful phrase, 'She was as beautiful as when I first saw her ~ and I held her like she was my last breath.'
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It cuts right through the heart to read such a beautiful poem. The recollections are like magic in a way if you put your mind to it. I love this poem for its love and passion.
I love the flow of your words, and how your poems always create a beautiful picture in my mind, as if I'm there. They never fail to bring a smile to my face. Love it!
dancing on the beach in the moonlight. now can it get any better than that. I think not.
and the waves do contain their own orchestra creating the perfect backdrop.
Your words... your recollections.. they are a dance in dreams... How they come alive with the rhythm of the waves. I am still hoping i can find the life of the open road..
A Poet and writer who love to read and write.
My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life.
Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words.
Remember .. more..