Not to take this poem away from you, but I have found when a poem or a horse gets this good ,they take on a identity of their own, The trainer or Writer, has to sit back manage them ,put them in the right company so they can win a rose, So pick a spot ,this poem ,has blood ,coal black,running through its Soul.Find a bigger forum for it to shine in, it is ready for print.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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11 Years Ago
I am almost not sure how to respond. Thank you for your confidence in this poem. To be honest, I do .. read moreI am almost not sure how to respond. Thank you for your confidence in this poem. To be honest, I do think this is one of the most visceral poems I have written. Seriously, thank you so much! What a nice thing to say.
so sad. Sometimes I look in the mirror and see the monster and I think - I was never a sweet child. But my heart aches for those who were. this one put a knot in my stomach.
i agree ...powerful with loss and emptiness ... the end of a lineage is very heart breaking... also thought instantly of coal miners who loose fathers and sons and brother's all through their history ... so many tragic deaths ... love and peace IceBlue
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This is an amazing poem, raw in emotion. I see that it was written several months ago, and I am wondering if it was penned in reaction to the death of a loved one. To lose everyone, (or enough so that it feels that way) leaves us without an anchor. Sad, yet superb, Blue.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you Rita. For whatever reason I am partial to this poem which didn't get a lot of attention wh.. read moreThank you Rita. For whatever reason I am partial to this poem which didn't get a lot of attention when it was new. Yes, it is about a loss I had suffered. Thank you for reading.
I love to read....in my life I've read probably close to 800 books. Some was pleasure reading...those easy cheap thrills we hate to admit too. Others were bestsellers...we've all read. Then there's the ones that define us by touching our very souls. If I classified poetry in the same way this piece would be in the latter. It reached into my chest and squeezed the air from my lungs.
I cared for my grandmother in her last months. She was having a terrible time one day...couldn't get out of bed without help. And she looked up at me with fear and started crying. I wanted to be strong for her...but I couldn't. I broke down...we sat there together holding hands...weeping. Somehow I managed to say it was okay...I'm here. That's what I want to do right now...take your hand and say " You're not alone".
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you so much Red- your support has been so appreciated and so supportive and I truly needed it.
Not to take this poem away from you, but I have found when a poem or a horse gets this good ,they take on a identity of their own, The trainer or Writer, has to sit back manage them ,put them in the right company so they can win a rose, So pick a spot ,this poem ,has blood ,coal black,running through its Soul.Find a bigger forum for it to shine in, it is ready for print.
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
I am almost not sure how to respond. Thank you for your confidence in this poem. To be honest, I do .. read moreI am almost not sure how to respond. Thank you for your confidence in this poem. To be honest, I do think this is one of the most visceral poems I have written. Seriously, thank you so much! What a nice thing to say.
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