You have done a great job of personifying this storm. You descriptions are second to none!!!!
I like the top version personally
There is so much action in the first stansas it slows at the end and becomes passive "Rain slowly..."
I think the tempo lets it end great!!!
Thank you for the post
Your friend
John
I am a member of the I Remember When entourage. I hope others here take a stroll through ♥ The Maveric ♥'s port. Im sure you will find something to enjoy I know I did
This exquisitely romantic poem initiates a feeling so enriching, like a oasis in a barren desert. Like a cloud in the wind, so your smooth words flow. Like a sparrow on a tree as it sings its song, its words like these I long for.
Thank you so much for this post It means so much to me!
John
This is sheer humor at its finest
I loved every word of it!!!!!!!!! Your parody strikes so many cords that I hear it in my ears as this smile crosses my face
Ill never hear Hotel California again without thinking of this version
Your friend
John
Excellent
LOL I know the feeling!!!! I never seem to get it cut before its up like you say knee high. My mower broke the other day tho and it will take weeks to get the parts I need. So I just sit here and type and once in awhile look out to see how high it is....
LOL Good poem I enjoyed the simplicity and the truth that is in it.
How exceptional and eloquent are your word in this very descriptive poem. I love the metaphors you incoroporate to enhance the overall diplay of feelings an perceptions. This poem as many others can be open to many analogies and interpretaitions.
I thank you for this wonderous post
Your friend
John
The contrast between light and dark is a wonderous metaphor. Nice annalogies you pull this together with!!!!!
I dont think that I have ever been to your port before but I will return from time to time...
I enjoyed the insight in your poem here. Thank you for the great post
John
I wish I knew how to do things of this nature. You have worked wonders... I for the life of me cant even size something to post here.. and believe me I have tried... I got paint and photo impact 8 but I just dont have what it takes... if I had some one show me I may then be able too... but i dont see that happening... I even printed out the instructions for operating photoimpact 8 and its confusing...
Your did a great job here my friend
Your friend
John
I feel the dismay and disallutionment that is seared into your heart. I feel it as I read your words... The hurt and disapointment is quite evident in you words as the deposit volumes of thoughts in my mind...
I hope that this form of therapy has helped you to come to terms with the demons that memories can shed upon us...
Your title really tells the reader what its all about, how ever your poem allow a breeze to play in those limbs and leaves that you aptly describe. I enjoyed this... It dont really fit into the description that you warn us about in this folder.
Well structured and well told as well!!!
Your friend
John
Wow I had completely forgot Old Hallow's Eve is this month. How time flies, when we least expect it and how it drags on when we want it to pass...
Your wonderful poem is so vivid in its descriptions. I live in the country so this isnt something that will happen on that frightful night... I wish it would tho...
Many would combine this with current psychobabble today and use this to explain why they have issues.
I have found their are basically two ways to live.
1. Look to your past to draw knowledge and live in today. Or
B. Live in the past and taint your tomorrows.
I chose now to live today and occasionally when faced with a certain situation draw on the past experiences to help me figure out how to deal with the current problem.
I think by writing out our feelings it is a form of therapy to help us go on...
Thank you for this post my friend
Your friend
John
I know not of any other tribute that could hold half as much meaning and scenery as you my friend here have displayed to us I see the things you descibe here in my yard. (I would see more of natures wild life but I got this 1/2 chichucha and 1/2 dauchound mix that thinks he should run off any animal he sees)
I commend you on the artfilled canvas you paint in my mind as I can see as im typing right now!!!
You truly have a gift and I feel priveldged to have seen but a mere tiny part of it, fore I havent delved deeply within your port as of yet..
Let you light shine my friend and others will see it
Your friend
John
Funny I should pick this poem out to read...
I just posted one this morning and it deals with conforming to the norm... I know this isnt about that particular subject... but it does I believe deal with being flexible..Some thing me all must be...
Im glad I stumbled across your poem of this nature
John
I was blind sided by this turn of events.. I thought of many different paths this could take but you dear author not only told a tale but told it well!!!!
You descriptions here are right on target. Reading this wonderful story took me to that exact place. The canvas of my mind, you painted well my friend. I will return again soon!!!
Your friend
John
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