** Oh listen and you'll hear my voice calling.
feel my warm breath brushing over your cheek
as the wind carries me over valleys, mountains, deserts
oceans to you ** Craig Froman
How that poetic pen brushed against the imaginary parchment paper rustling like the winds and sending the words scattering in the frenzied breeze created by the rushing thoughts of a very skilled man of words. You have not lost the midas touch, these words are golden.
oh! i am always so rewarded when I read your work. This is a tad different than your usual style and I love it. It reminds me of a poem I wrote about the snow. I appreciate the thoughts and feelings that went into this piece and I applaud your experimentation. it is still just as wonderful as your other poetry, but with an added zing. ha! I am such a fan of yours. it was good to read you- it has been a while.
As usual, your work is magnificence itself. My favorite lines were
"Then/I knew/and oh/how I/whispered/your name/on the winds/letting it /carry/my words/over worlds."
It's always an enchanting thought to imagine one can see their words traversing the winds, going wherever the air wills, a testament of our thoughts and desires.
So pure and full of romance. Longing aspects, over the oceans, to be together through the wind, I love the concept very much of this poem. It's symbolic, and written with a great imagery, Very excellent my friend, and I love the picture too! such a gothic, occult, woman, in all of mother natures beauty~
2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance...
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