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Another brillant peice of work. I am rather upset that I was away so long and unable to keep up with your stuff, your style has really evolved. Everythign you write is so very heartfelt and envoking with such a personal twist to it. I have to say, the final stanza is my favorite, when you write " When she becomes the only thing;/ To live within;/ The corners of my eyes"
-finds some Kleenex-
Amazing job, keep this up!
-twirls away leaving sakura blossoms in her wake-
Ah this is so sand in the beginning. Poor little bird. I know how they may feel. I have a white umbrella cockatoo and she gets lonely for a mate. It is shameful that we as people keep beauty caged like that. But if we did not have these little fellows, somebody would. Somebody that may abuse them. Take care of the birdie!
God bless,
mrs. Tigran Israelyan
I read a scripture the other day where a king who had it all and had accomplished much looked back on it all stated, "it was all vanity". True, yes? And yet, what is life without our memories to keep us company? The past was the present once, but today is the present now. There is happiness in every moment, should we choose to find it. You know, I'm just that stubborn that I refuse to let a day go by WITHOUT finding it! LOL
The one stanza that catches my attention the most, is:
Image after image
Catches the corners of my eyes
My guitar my pen my poetry books
These trivial things
Have shaped my world
I always give things that shaped me into what I am great importance, and always remember those events, people, objects, etc... because it does help in deep soul searching, and when you do explore your own dark side.
A beautiful poem. Character development is done well. I feel as if I know the person myself, like he's an old friend that I haven't seen in awhile.
When we constantly look back, without also looking forward, we become trapped in the past. That is what this write conveyed to me. It sounded like the narrator is suffering with depression and is not even able to get out of bed.
Good write; very expressive.
Very nice...very dark... This is a really good poem with good comparisons. I know what it's like to have a pet die. My old cat Daltre, died about six years ago, and I still miss her. She's buried in a coffin in the back yard. Presently, I have two cats...Dimey-chan's turning five, I know he's still young but... Happiness may be forgotten when the clouds open and the rain pours down, but there's another thing that rain does: It washes away the pain that you're feeling. And when the sun shines again there's only one thing you can do. Keep walking forward.
May the divine darkness be with you,
Leigh of the Commenting Crusaders
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