How eloquently phrased is your wonderous words. Your words take me to a place of many days ago. It coddles me within its grasp. and allows my soul to excape its fleshly boundries. The freedom I find in your words hypnoizes me beyond mere words.
I am going to each fellow members (NAWF) port and checking out our common desires, experiences, thoughts and emotions. I am blessed to be grouped with you my dear friend.
I think most of us here can relate to this only too much. I was of the opinion for quite some time like the Led Zepplin lyrics say: Soul of a woman was created below.
I have overcome that particular part of my life... However I can feel your words and know how easily it is to write something of this nature.
I as a rule dont generally go for the structured poety form but this definately does say so much here.
I like the style you have incorporated in this poem... I am not quite all that in this poetry stuff but hey I might just try this one day... who knows.
I cant help but wonder too... What kind of evil fate awaits those who follow us from this point on?
I dont know but from what I see it doesnt look good for our children and our childrens children. All I can do is speculate and allegate but these two guesses into the future look pretty dim to me...
I am glad that there are romantics alive and doing fine... the romantic in me died a dreadful death... But somehow...somehow it is reborn and alive and doing fine!!!!
It is quite a find to find another who has a kindred spirit that can mesh with its partner that it has been in search of forever...
Thank you for a wonderful post
your friend always John
Excellent analogy and insight of what really goes on I love the thoughts and the way you cleverly let us see how we can look a little deeper to find the way out!!
I am sorry it has been a while (seems like a lifetime actually) since I invaded your port
Ill appear here when you least expect it my dear
Emil
And your point is... I dont know what to think after reading this... I am perplexed... I used to have a relationship with a woman that the glue with her was weed. As long as I supplied her need then my needs got met. I made the comment about the glue that held us together and on concious level she couldnt admit it... but I know deep down she knew that I was right.
I know this will be better than the original... I just have this feeling
I cant wait for your novel to hit the stands... Then I can say "hey I knew her when..." I want to keep up with your writing when I can... It is hard these days the way I work. I am heading out today actually.
I hope when I return you have alot of chapters done by then
Always your friend
John
Its a good thing to let the reader know that this is a memorial to a person. I think many would have made the connection but many more I am sure wouldnt have.
Nice alnalogy and metaphor that you employ here in this writing. Your talent shows in these few lines.
Keep on writing and I'll keep on reading my friend.
I like the poem you use to open into this area of poetry. It really rocks
This poem seems so adverse and disjointed it really disrupts a routine read. I see that each stansa is a complete thought but to try to connect them and make a final whole thought is beyond this readers ability (that is everso limited I am afraid) to connect this to find some kind of linearity in your words.
I will try to find another poem that I can identify or relate to here in your port. It is late at this time and maybe that too is a reason I am unable to make a connection in this poem.
I promise I will come back at a later time and try to give you more reviews. Perhaps I then will be refreshed and be able to understand what it is I am reading.
Enlightening is a word that reading this immediately brings to mind. I dont understand much about this area and I will be the first to admit it.
As a Native American I do understand prejudice though.
I started school just like any other child does. I didnt notice that I was different but it was often pointed out that I was. My skin being darker for one was something that I didnt understand but it was not missed by my classmates or their parents.
I was never a popular child in school. In fact in the first grade I invited over 15 of my "closest" classmates and not one of them showed up. I didnt understand that being different meant being wrong. It was later that I found out being White is being right.
Maybe I should have been raised on the reservation where I would blend in and be accepted, but that isnt what happened.
Living where I live has caused many complications in my life and my family. I only hope that the black man has more luck being accepted in todays society than we do.
I feel the romance in your words and I dont get that in many poems... Usually they are telling you what romance is... I like to feel the words not be told what is taking place if you know what I mean.
I feel honored that you incorporate some of my heritage within your kind and insightful words.
I enjoy this very much. It takes me to a special place that not many have led me to. For this I thank you from my heart.
Sprituality these days it seems are bought with dollars and cents it would seem. Just turn on the tv on Sunday morning and send a donation and you too will be saved... What kind of a message is this?
Distinct is your message. I can relate unfortunatley. Perhaps after we write down out feelings it will help us to understand ourselves before we act on it.
I know we go through our phases of disillusion and that it can really take its toll on even the most stable people we have met. I only hope that with the new knowledge that we recieve from these "phases" we can overcome the boundries that they try to border us in on.
You have summed it up in an eggshell and I have made this a fav so I can refer to this wonderful search engine and find out so much more than I would have under my regular circumstances
I think that as a documentary this is very specific and also to the point!!!
This kinda captures the spirit of this day that I have had the fortune to live. It says so much with so few words. A true authors goal, at least one of many of them I believe.
I dont believe I have been to your port before... I am glad to have made my way here. I wish I could spend more time here but my plans and prospects have me going in may directions at this time.
John
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