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When Time Has Elapsed
Dear diary... Now sitting quietly in my garden shed, surrounded by implements once used for flower beds; remembering how we lived the dream, that...
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Perverse Future
Dear diary... How I long for breathing space, Evoking past is all it takes To fulfill measure of time... Hiding doubts reflected in Disenchantment...
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Treasure of Sensory Impressions
that solitude that excites the mind, where time is of no importance; wealth of meandering purple view pleases senses, such miracles are like a lovers...
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A Victorian Lady's Memoirs Part Eight
We were brought together, recalling that I couldn't help gazing into Samuel's big blue eyes, this refined gentleman that I felt I'd known in another...
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A Victorian Lady's Memoirs Part Seven
I recall feeling quite surprised, and impressed when we entered double iron gates, that took us along a lengthy drive. We arrived at a large imposing...
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I don't think this is cheesy
Posted on Mon, 06 Jul 2020
I don't think this is cheesy at all. I went for a walk up on the ridge way and can completely understand how inspired you would be, it really shows in this beautiful poem. The gentle movement comes across of being part of the peace of nature,...
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Your story reminded me of my
Posted on Sun, 17 May 2020
Your story reminded me of my own dad who died of cancer, he too was a great book reader. The bit about shaving your dad, I've been there too, it's so strange to think we never really know a parent until we reach that age we remember them at. ...
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I agree with Di, you've
Posted on Fri, 01 May 2020
I agree with Di, you've captured that feeling of taking the time to think and care about others around. It's a much more caring and polite world we're living in at the moment. Like you say strangers are stopping to smile. There doesn't seem to be...
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I like how you write of
Posted on Wed, 08 Apr 2020
I like how you write of nature looking on the positive side. If we allow ourselves to just be rather than thinking too much, then life what ever the situation isn't all that bad. An optimistic poem indeed.
Hope you are keeping well Rachel...
Read full commentPosted in I Tell Myself This When I Am Afraid
Hi Rachel,
Posted on Sun, 22 Mar 2020
Hi Rachel,
you know when I was young I had a best friend named Gina, we were almost like twins and could read each others minds. I really do hope your friend gets better soon.
I like how in this poem you keep the faith of optimism...
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What an adorable poem Penny,
Posted on Thu, 20 Feb 2020
What an adorable poem Penny, you've captured his essence perfectly. I'm so sorry to read Frankie has cancer, this must be an awfully sad time for you, but your poem is a great tribute to such a wonderful friend and I'm sure he knows how much you...
Read full commentPosted in To my Best Friend...(Frankie)
Hi onemorething,
Posted on Fri, 03 Jan 2020
Hi onemorething,
let me just first say I can't believe I missed this poem. You describe so well the abundance of beautiful wildlife that's disappearing before our very eyes.
Your love of nature really shines through in your words....
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Hi Rhiannopn,
Posted on Thu, 02 Jan 2020
Hi Rhiannopn,
Is'nt the makeup of the human a wonderful creation? It's only when we really think about it...as in your poem, that we realize just how incredible it really is.
A poem with a lot of thought put in.
Jenny....
Read full commentPosted in Enablers for the special 10
Hi onemorething,
Posted on Sun, 24 Nov 2019
Hi onemorething,
I've read this poem many times. It conjured up a picture of someone considering all the men she'd ever known in her life and reflecting on memories of being let down so many times. There's a sadness to reading it, and yet...
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Much more afraid of the
Posted on Sun, 03 Nov 2019
Much more afraid of the living -
the dead have never frightened me.
And there are other silences of the heart
and grasps of ivies that in concealments
to break free from internal deaths and memorials,
those we...
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