I am slowly but surely attempting to catch up on some of your older pieces, which I didn't get around to reviewing when they were still new...you know I hate missing out on any of your works, but with an imagination a prolific as yours, sometimes things slip through the cracks...you can forgive me for missing the odd one, right Mrs.R? ;)
Two reasons for starting with this one: it's the oldest one of yours in my RR list, and of course, the title...of course, after 67 reviews there isn't much else for even me to say...it takes me about five poems to get that many reviews, but that's beside the point ;P And you can probably surmise the things that are going through my mind as I read this one anyway...it has me thinking, probably more now than I would have been had I read it in April...it's fairly direct by your standards, but as always, it's unmistakably you...I wonder how long it's been since you've read this one yourself...I'm as intrigued by that as I am by the poem, cuz I'm wondering what you'll say when you do ultimately get this review...again, there just isn't much I can say about the poem itself, I can only concur with that everyone else has said...I'll try to get so some of the others as soon as possible love :) xo
Hey,,,that one knocked me back missus, hit something in my cynical heart ;) and the Chris de Burgh piece, it all blended very well, actually I did'nt mean that as a pun, it just came into my head right now, seriously, great write, mean that...
I'm too young to have experienced this, William, once again. :( Still liked your writing though, it felt like a treat to the senses! I love you always incorporate all the senses into your poetry and not just imagery, it makes for wonderful poetry! Thank you for sharing :)
Triggered memories always seem to be the most profound, as they hit us all at once upon interacting with the stimulant, and this may not always be a bad thing. From the "gentle quivers'' and various other raging emotions going rampant via the recollections of normal, everyday things I see that they only serve to grow upon the love of the one who triggered all the memories in the first place as they stand before you (or sit), sharing an intimate moment with you. Very touching and lovely poem, friend, I enjoyed.
Sigh...lovely and sensual. Every line of this one made me smile. Reminscing can be a wonderful thing...especially when your words are the inspiration. I'm going to sit here and linger in the warmth of your thoughts. Beautiful hun...xo
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..