Never quite learned to fly, but you know how to dance... Beautifully portrayed piece. This one speaks to the beauty of human nature, in my opinon. We so often try (bang our heads against the wall) to be something that we are not, when the truth of our souls is hidden within all the time, waiting to be unlocked. Really enjoyed this one...
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Happens quite often, to me anyway, thanks for your insightful review Friday, nice to see you back he.. read moreHappens quite often, to me anyway, thanks for your insightful review Friday, nice to see you back here. :-)
Hi Frieda, missing you on WC. I came across this, realized i had not read it and am such a good fan of you, I loved this one so much especially this line Found the poetry within my soul realized the wings were in my heart all along, I was meant to dance.
Hope to see you soon
I think we are all born knowing how to fly, just like babies can swim without being taught. It's just some of us learn to soar higher than others, and some prefer to be more grounded. You can dance in the night you can fly into the sun, but your wings Frieda are made of poetry adored by everyone.
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11 Years Ago
Your review is poetic Astro, and you're too kind, thanks so much my friend.
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I cannot help myself, but that's because of the inspiration I find here at the cafe. ;)
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A definite plus being on being on a site such as this, we inspire one another and the beat goes on. .. read moreA definite plus being on being on a site such as this, we inspire one another and the beat goes on. ;-)
I enjoyed your poetic lament.
You always seem to inspire my mind to write poetic responses as well...
I see you may never have learned to fly. The ground can be a dangerous place and lonely as well. Still, little bird, I will sing to you a song of wind and stars and you will hear the joy of it in my singing. Then you will cry anew when you feel the altitude screaming terror's echo of the crushing of my bones... I flew. High. Too high, too long, and too far. How content I am to hop along the grassy meadow with you today. How blessed to see your dancing feet and your face looking with longing to the skies I will forever dread to know...
Sorry, but it is your fault for inspiring my little mind... Ha.
I do so love the emotion you pour into your work. It is palpable and it brings me out of my shell a bit.
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I love it when you let it all hang out Scott, that's my favorite pic too by the way.....I'm jazzed t.. read moreI love it when you let it all hang out Scott, that's my favorite pic too by the way.....I'm jazzed that it inspired you in some way, that's what we do right? Thanks so much my dear friend...xo
p.s. everything is always my fault or so I've been told lol ;-P
Well, more like you should get credit for it than you being at fault...
Unless it really is a .. read moreWell, more like you should get credit for it than you being at fault...
Unless it really is a bad review, then give me the credit for it. ;)
You are a jazzy gal!
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Haha you inhaling those fumes again hon, you're rambling ;-) xo
The gift of poetry soothes the shattered soul and somehow from the words that poor forth from our hearts we really do learn how to fly. Just beautiful Frieda.
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11 Years Ago
Thanks so much Carolann, glad you enjoyed this one....
If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..