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Good to read this again, like fine wine it improves with each dip of the tongue. Mike "not all matterings of mind equal one violet" ~ e e cummings ~

I popped by for a second read, and then a third and then...lol... I couldnt stop..... This is art and it becomes more beautiful every time I read it. :-) Kaz x It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

in the romantic tradition of imaginative flight both into and out of the world at the same time--a plunging into the depths of self away from cruel material reality. the two lines that affected me here were: "stalking the false tidal hopes/and affected blossoms of spring": an extremely poetic recognition of nature's sometimes deceitful promises. a work of fantasy, and a true poem at the same time. great job.

The implosion of my heart Left no reason for his orbit Yet there he floats Marked by faithless dreams Are great lines and the whole piece conjures some very strong imagery. :-) Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

Stalking the false tidal hopes And affected blooms of spring to And licking the healing wounds Of a vampire summer to Hiding on the precipice Awaiting an icy solstice I know these seasons from seasons past. A beautifully developed metaphor - poignant and ineffably moving. Mike Photo: Me, September 7th 2007 - my 66th Birthday. Guernsey, Channel Islands, UK For my own orginal graphic art please visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07

You conjure beautiful images and share them through your words. Another wonderful poem! Two notes: a misspelling, "dieing" - "dying" and something about "evaporated fun" doesn't suit the beauty of the piece. Perhaps "fun" is too casual for the rest of the images here. Not sure, but it tripped me up right there. Thank you for sharing your lovely work! ~ Ronda

Enjpyed this one Great job!

i love the moon thus i love this poem O

May I please say you have great talent , this poem is like a childs airborn cartwheel in a field of swallows whose beaks carry sapphires.

I like the moon also, love taking picture of a full red moon

Two people stood looking at a painting on a wall. One said to the other, "what do you do"? The "other" said "I paint the paintings that hang on this wall. What do you do?" "I paint the walls your paintings hang on" They both agreed, each other an artist :) I have read this poem at leat ten times and gain different perception each time. I really have no words and that's a good thing whan I am experiencing a work of art. Mark

I am only the artist that paints the wall Mark, for people like you yourself and the Lady Blue to hang the true works of art on , please please let me paint the wall, I know you can hang your work on an unpainted wall , however if I did not paint the wall I would do nothing ,please let me paint walls for the great artists, truly superb artists on this website pinksheep

wat a nice poem u wrote beautifuly depicted

all I can say is "AWESOME, BRAVO!" especially these lines: "Yet there he floats Marked by faithless dreams Scared and solemn Stalking the false tidal hopes And affected blooms of spring" Wow! thanks, Eddie

AND I won't even look but I still love it ! The cold came last night suddenly it is feeling winterish ;) Mark Man thinks this.

Not much can compare with the icy wisps surrounding a winter moon. This is quite awesome. Congrats on Evolution! ~Jess K. ---------------------------------------------------- -"They gave you life, and in return you gave 'em hell. As cold as ice, I hope we live to tell the tale..." - Tears For Fears

still a great poem