Sometimes life is like that, hard to follow. This poem is different then any other I have written. Its purposely molded to be confusing. Thanks...
Silver coin Prayer fire from within powerful river hot embers, blowing ashes fluidity and distractions raven steals the sun, a silver...
I enjoyed these, thank you.
Nostalgia Constant is the sound of the flute player It reminds me of slight variations of my child hood boy playing in the forest I...
I think there is alot of humility in beauty, for me humilty makes up this round world. I liked your poetry it was... everything I suppose.
ahhh yes, Rumi and hafiz how could I forget, true masters. I also thought of Leonard Cohen and the work of Nancy Wood Two more wonderful poets.
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All right poets I am curious as to who influences your writting. I thought that it would be nice if we could share amongst one another are...
Nice job fulmah, I feel trapped in the depths of this poem, within my own landscape. well done.
Very lovely, a great way to show your appreciation for the changing seasons.
Beautiful, simple, truthful. No hesitation in the moment. I enjoyed your words thank you.
a great ballet to the beard!! Yeah for beard love!!
Silhouette White on black pulls up the empty sounds of running water I could see the Moon half exposed through dark woods rising, into...
Blue jay Winter poetry consumes my life an abandoned land bare trees and lifeless quietude of green amber conifers taking on the bulk of the...
Hey heron, when did you move to the peg, you should email me I would love to know how you are doing. Standingdeer
(I shared this poem with someone the other day but thought it appropriate to share it with you all) This eagles feather This eagles feather...
I love this line (A soon memory of all things that could be), I Appreciate how simply put all your words are. Its very refreshing to read the real...
lovely, these words are so real, thank you. It makes me joyful to read them.
Sometimes life is unnatural and unreal. Especially when you have to use language to understand it.
Word is on fire and the spirits are making clouds part to reveal the dancing of eagles I shoulder the old ones who lean in so close they whisper...
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