Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
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4 Years Ago
Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read moreMany thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old notebook and decided to give it an airing.
It's like lament and requiem at minimalistic form . Dark colors are dominating above this island . It's feels very compact and strong. Even you try to describe sun . Sun is turning into dark moon . This is not happy writing but it's very impressive. This kind of writing help us to be happy for what we have.
Posted 4 Years Ago
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4 Years Ago
Thank you Martin, it was a very sad time for me. Your thoughts very much appreciated.
.. read moreThank you Martin, it was a very sad time for me. Your thoughts very much appreciated.
Every stanza jabs me with a deep sense of letting go . . . one minute I'm reading about losing one's grasp on memories, & your message keeps twisting into a new angle, awaiting death or mourning it later. Your statements are made with simplicity, but each line shines with depth (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Posted 4 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
4 Years Ago
Many thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old no.. read moreMany thankd Margie. Written about four days before my brother died. I came across this in an old notebook and decided to give it an airing.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..