Emily Dickenson

The depth of your passion lays in the words and between them, you constantly flip the world to show another slice , and I am always amazed and bewitched by your poetry ... I cannot find fault with perfection ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x

Dear Barry, you continue to impress, I find no words in mind to do this delicious write justice, so tender & delicate of sentiment for ordinary words to meet eye to eye. Let it remain in those lovely ethereal places among clouds & dreams & wonderment. Don't think I could ever get sick of your writes, & I wouldn't change a thing. "you were confined in shadows of glass, the folded spirit of hands in the spectral world".... These lines undo me to spill the essence of gentle harmless secrets never exposed. And these... "your words air - distilled respirated into shape and form as discriptive clouds, the continuing spirit of elemental freedom. untouched by the clocks incessant broken silence"... cradle me & touch me with wafting dreams of warmth & comfort. Just lovely, you inspire me. Thank you. Cheers Anni~ "Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body". ~Elizabeth Stone

Such a beautiful ode from a talented man for a talented woman. This is lovely and u r always full of surprises. What more can I say. Love lyz xx

was an excellent read, great use of words, the simile was enchanting. as was the flow,. it was a wow. Mantiscepter

Congratulations on spotlight with this wonderful piece .. and I am so glad to see it here ... love and higgest bugs Jayne x x big smiles

Dear Barry ... came back for a read and noticed something I missed the first time around ... first line ... confining ... doesnt have an 'E'... and congratulations ... nice to see this one in evolution love J x x

Is your title spelled that way on purpose? I like your poem,it has elements of Emily Dickinson's style with the dashes and I can really see her with her hands folded, looking out, contemplating her confined world. But the misspelling of her name bothers me. I especially liked the last stanza,which takes me right to her world, like a bird tapping at her window. words- air - distilled respirated Into shape, and form-discriptive clouds, the continuing spirit of elemental freedom. untouched by the clocks incessant broken silence, As fragile in your fingers as the tea cup your lips untouched.. Let me know about the title. Thank you, Lisa