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Cinnamon awoke, at first startled as to where she was, then remembering her plans she stretched and came to standing, the dampness without a fire was...
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Aren't dreams elusive. It's
Posted on Mon, 11 May 2020
Aren't dreams elusive. It's as if we've travelled into another dimension and had some wonderful experience, but then have no idea exactly what happened as we become more awake and aware of day to day routine.
I think we're all going through the same experience as you, I know I am, but the difference is thankfully I'm retired and enjoy dreaming and having the time to just be without any guilt.
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...
Aren't dreams elusive. It's
Posted on Mon, 11 May 2020
Aren't dreams elusive. It's as if we've travelled into another dimension and had some wonderful experience, but then have no idea exactly what happened as we become more awake and aware of day to day routine.
Thank goodness for dreaming...
Read full commentPosted in Late April Dream (Part 2)
I think we're all going
Posted on Sun, 10 May 2020
I think we're all going through the same experience as you, I know I am, but the difference is thankfully I'm retired and enjoy dreaming and having the time to just be without any guilt.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Late April Dream (Part 1)
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...
Read full commentPosted in In My Pocket
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...
Read full commentPosted in Summer's Blessing
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...
Read full commentPosted in Stone
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...
Read full commentPosted in Spring in Full Swing!
I too enjoyed your poem
Posted on Sat, 09 May 2020
I too enjoyed your poem Rachel.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The Exhaustion of the Hunt
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.
Read full commentPosted in Distance
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...
Read full commentPosted in Distance
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