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Can Life Get Better?
Dear diary...This is the most awful period of my life. It's been an up hill struggle with all my health problems and no end in sight. I try to keep...
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Caught In Charm Of What I See
Dear diary... My senses experience significant aura caught in moments like this, in my mind lightness flutters... shimmering even in absence of sun...
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Playful Elven Folk
Precious homeland of leafy green, leave emotions in darkest night, while bright eyed foxes play by moonlight and only the boldest would venture,...
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Bee Muse
Instinctively every once in a while through perpetuation, reminders echo of people I've admired; nectar of chive flowers, companion to other herbs...
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Hold fast To Love
We mourn those scared innocent screams, but in the silence of gathering flowers and flowing of sensitive tears, hold fast to love...for caring is...
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Hi Penny,
Posted on Fri, 03 May 2019
Hi Penny,
I could visulize the scene like I was watching it happen, always a sign of an excellent writer. The bitter cold came across so well too.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in 1944 (12miles south of Spa Belgium)
Hi Penny,
Posted on Tue, 30 Apr 2019
Hi Penny,
you make such a valid point in your poem and bring my own memories back. My mum used to make melt in the mouth swiss cakes and never used a recipe book, so now I can only enjoy the memory because there's no recipe to follow and I...
Read full commentPosted in Toss in a pinch of love
Thank you for sharing your
Posted on Wed, 27 Feb 2019
Thank you for sharing your memory. I'm about your age and have similar memories of my own. When at school I was always in the lower class due to being very slow at learning. But I also like you have achieved much in my life and feel proud as you...
Read full commentPosted in The Sixties....In My Sixties
Such amazing descriptions in
Posted on Wed, 20 Feb 2019
Such amazing descriptions in this piece Rhiannon. I can't pick out a favourite part, as the whole poem is perfect.
Very much enjoyed reading.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The fruit of the elm
You're so right about music
Posted on Tue, 29 Jan 2019
You're so right about music taking you back Jane, I experience so many memories with music and scents too.
I remember being at a house party back in the early 70s and feeling very depressed because everyone was with a partner except me....
Read full commentPosted in Brooksy
Hi Jane,
Posted on Fri, 11 Jan 2019
Hi Jane,
i cannot believe I missed this masterpiece.
Those lines:-
In searching we cast aside gems, dulled by the swell of life,
we're blind to their shine.
Made me think of just how many poems I might of...
Read full commentPosted in Somebody Sang and I saw the Colour Blue
Hello Harry,
Posted on Sun, 07 Oct 2018
Hello Harry,
you know I've come into contact with people like this, not only in a working enviroment, but also during a time when I was in a womens refuge. I feel lucky that I've always had the confidence to either steer clear of these...
Read full commentPosted in Narcissists
I enjoyed reading this
Posted on Mon, 30 Jul 2018
I enjoyed reading this Richard, it reminded me of when myself and my partner took on our first allotment. There was so much digging to do, but we dug and sowed the packets of seeds. The first year was a disaster because we didn't know what we...
Read full commentPosted in TOO EARLY, TOO LATE, HELP
How about Bowser for a posh
Posted on Sat, 24 Jun 2017
How about Bowser for a posh name for a dog.
The story is written so well, I felt like I was watching a tv series.
Still enjoying.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Boatman's dream 29
A pensive poem of awareness
Posted on Fri, 28 Oct 2016
A pensive poem of awareness that asks the questions: Who am I? Why do I exist?
Hope I've got the meaning right, it was just the way I percieved it.
Loved the lines:
Walked naively through the
gossamer thread
...
Read full commentPosted in Fear of existence
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