Title your work in Latin, even if it's a dirty limerick, and I'll swoon every time. This poem gives the grace of dawn in excellent description. It silences the world around the reader while the words come as whispered breath. One typo found: "nobles shade" is missing an apostrophe. :)
Really choice work. Are you published yet?
I can't stand writing poetry, but I do so often. It comest to me like Tourettes stuck in my gut until I let it out. Each time it does, the feeling plays like a mental short film with eyes closed.
So that is the only way I know how to read other's poetry. I liked your little short film. It was done in black/white with only the wolf prints shown in blue. At least that's what I saw when I closed my eyes.
You touch nature with a sensitive brush stroke and paint it's image with pure beauty. I can see the view in your mind's eye. I revel in the peaceful setting, where even the wolf lays in calm waiting. Even if it is preparing for the hunt, it's poise and quietness adds to the splendor around it.
Great work
kris, what a sense of renewel surrounding
the ambience of the projected meaning,
beautiful and sensitive to understanding,
the metaphorical measure is spelendid and
really captures the essence of the moment,
a wonderful, lovely read, peace, mike
Ancient awaiting the new - such a great image and mood you create. The lush forest anticipating progress of some sort, something modern...but does it see the steal and oil, smog and slow death of common curtesy among citizens...it seems so peaceful in the past and in dreams..I like that you allow us to linger - there.
Title your work in Latin, even if it's a dirty limerick, and I'll swoon every time. This poem gives the grace of dawn in excellent description. It silences the world around the reader while the words come as whispered breath. One typo found: "nobles shade" is missing an apostrophe. :)
Really choice work. Are you published yet?
I write. Read me.
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..