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This poem reminds me of when
Posted on Mon, 11 May 2020
This poem reminds me of when I was a child, how I would believe that everything in life had a soul, even down to a sweet wrapper left in my pocket. I could never throw anything away...even bus tickets. Mum was always having to go through my...
So many thanks for coming back and letting me know how much you liked this poem littleditty. Growing up in a village was so special, I'm sure you know what I mean. Yes, we had a village green and would gather there for many different reasons. We...
What a great idea that metaphor is, for burying a stone as if it were a cold heart, as if it were a seed that a mountain might sprout from. Such powerful lines.
A lovely poem Rhiannon, full of vibrant colour like the photos. Makes me want to walk in a meadow of flowers and just breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of insects taking in nectar and birds flying high.
Some dreamy lines in this poem Jane. There is a significance of a longing for space to spread your wings and break free, but being held down and loosing your way. Does this have anything to do with the lockdown and not being able to see family...
Your deep thinking is vast like the cosmos. The universe compressed into our brains makes you realize just how powerful and mysterious we actually are. As long as we understand the dangers of repetition, then it can be a stable friend.
This poem reminds me of when
Posted on Mon, 11 May 2020
This poem reminds me of when I was a child, how I would believe that everything in life had a soul, even down to a sweet wrapper left in my pocket. I could never throw anything away...even bus tickets. Mum was always having to go through my...
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So many thanks for coming
Posted on Sat, 09 May 2020
So many thanks for coming back and letting me know how much you liked this poem littleditty. Growing up in a village was so special, I'm sure you know what I mean. Yes, we had a village green and would gather there for many different reasons. We...
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What a great idea that
Posted on Sun, 10 May 2020
What a great idea that metaphor is, for burying a stone as if it were a cold heart, as if it were a seed that a mountain might sprout from. Such powerful lines.
Then the tenderness of germinating it with love.
Really liked this...
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A lovely poem Rhiannon, full
Posted on Fri, 08 May 2020
A lovely poem Rhiannon, full of vibrant colour like the photos. Makes me want to walk in a meadow of flowers and just breathe in the fresh air and hear the sounds of insects taking in nectar and birds flying high.
What a wonderful scene...
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I too enjoyed your poem
Posted on Sat, 09 May 2020
I too enjoyed your poem Rachel.
Jenny.
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Some dreamy lines in this
Posted on Wed, 06 May 2020
Some dreamy lines in this poem Jane. There is a significance of a longing for space to spread your wings and break free, but being held down and loosing your way. Does this have anything to do with the lockdown and not being able to see family...
Read full commentPosted in I Remember when there was So Much Space
I think mathmatics of
Posted on Sun, 03 May 2020
I think mathmatics of lonliness is better too.
Jenny.
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Hi Rachel,
Posted on Sun, 03 May 2020
Hi Rachel,
you capture the loneliness of distance from love in this poem, especially in the line:-
My arms hold the absence of the weight
and the warmth of another,
I do not remember love;
There's a melancholy...
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Your deep thinking is vast
Posted on Sat, 02 May 2020
Your deep thinking is vast like the cosmos. The universe compressed into our brains makes you realize just how powerful and mysterious we actually are. As long as we understand the dangers of repetition, then it can be a stable friend.
...
Read full commentPosted in A Universe
Love the mixture of sounds
Posted on Tue, 28 Apr 2020
Love the mixture of sounds and sights coming together in harmony.
Loved the lines:-
In the woods
gorse plays yellow jazz
and bluebells psalms.in cool cathedrals, below
beech leaves singing highest green
...
Read full commentPosted in 28th April
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