A simple but powerful piece. When somebody at the bottom still has light inside of them and can use it to tranform themselves for the better it is amazing. An unrecognized miracle that happens everyday and that we never see for the smog. Well done and bravo:)
My curls got more curly when I read this verses.. and I can highlight the whole poem every word make me go.. OMG I want this poem all over my heart and soul..and you are an outstanding soul.. love it .. aw xx0x0x
A simple but powerful piece. When somebody at the bottom still has light inside of them and can use it to tranform themselves for the better it is amazing. An unrecognized miracle that happens everyday and that we never see for the smog. Well done and bravo:)
... ah ... you are the wizard of words ... the healer of hearts ... the warmth and affection in "your mirror lies" is so very endearing ... the weight and weightlessness ... the ordinary and the extraordinary ... light ... amazement ... transformation ... oh ... what can one say to the queen of brevity ... the quintessential best friend of life's philosophy ... profound you are ... (highest rating) ...
Change is good for us all and at times it may take ordinary miracles in order to accept change or to look at ourselves and realize that there is indeed a transformation taking place. I believe others see those changes in us before we realize them or accept them ourselves. They may even promote it with positive reinforcement, until we see the true light.
We wake up one day and the idea of it all hits us.
This is a thought provoking piece and that is good.
A day's toil - reminiscent for me of something I wrote reminding me of my father working so diligently in the garden although this man seems weak somehow - I can't quite put my finger on it perhaps it is the beginning stanza. Nice work.
Thank you.
Love and Light,
SiddARTha
You are an amazing poet. I've searched through all of your stuff and I have to say that I'm really impressed by your work. Your rhythm reminds me a lot of ee cummings (my absolute favorite poet) and I was wondering if you ever considered experimenting with structure and form like he did. Just a thought. I'm no poetry connoisseur, but your stuff really speaks to me. I'm definitely a fan.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..