Kelly I sang a song called "roaming in the gloaming" for all my drinking adult life without realising what I was even singing. I know what it means now.
Such a sad, complete work of art here. Great imagery painted with words and the font choice is inspired too. Well penned dear friend. :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
I love how I'm learning so much about you in your reviews. You are an opened book, one to never put.. read moreI love how I'm learning so much about you in your reviews. You are an opened book, one to never put down! Thank you, my sweet and wonderful friend! x
it paints a firm portrait of a dying love
waiting to be revived..
enjoyed this piece
-Dream
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Sometimes a poet doesn't know how a piece is going to end, until it presents itself...and then it pr.. read moreSometimes a poet doesn't know how a piece is going to end, until it presents itself...and then it presents itself. Thank you!
9 Years Ago
i agree with you
sometimes they seem to take on a life of their own
and you're.. read morei agree with you
sometimes they seem to take on a life of their own
The waiting game - can be long sometimes. :o( Even though sad, this has a lot beauty in the way you have written it. I'm sure this would make a good spoken word - short, sweet, but reveals it all!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
The weight of your words absorb me, Suzy...thank you!
There is so much desperation and death in this though cool calmness can be felt. The knowing the person may never return, like the aliveness of the flower because of the roots being cut off.
I learned a new word today! XD never heard gloaming in my life so I looked it up; very clever! I liked the imagery and the staunchness of the last line especially. Nice write. :)
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
I am much obliged to have enlightened you, Winslow...thank you!