Ghostly Whispers (edit)

Like the feel of this one Jayne, different again for you...great. One thing that jumps out The ghosts of life dwell all around, but century’s are rotting at rest on the ground Rest on the ground seems incomplete somehow ...the rest would sound better but that then puts the linear flow out a little... get some sleep girl... Seabhac

I had thought that you meant the buildings and tools, when you said: "The century's are rotting at rest on the ground". If that is what you meant, then I would write: "But their tools are rotting here in the ground." I really liked it other than that. It has a great flow, and tells the story very well. I loved the line: "A buggy on stumps whose wheels lay in rings, it's harness in pieces, hangs from some swings." It let me see it all grey and dry, the wheels, rotted spokes lying 'round rotted from the rusted iron hubs and rims. Beautiful picture! You are writing so well these days. Blankets and sunshade for you, Gee.

OK JC superdupermagnanimiss [OK this is not a word Big smile]. That's right JC, take my mind away. I could see everything in color because your gave characteristic to every noun you wrote. The tractor, buggy,windmill, pick & axes .I could talk to each one , as they talked to me . JC the balance of each paragraph was just right , you didn't focus on just one thought, [ picks or the axe, tractor, buggy etc.]. You gave the reader just enough, that they could see those nouns . I love this visual poetry . To me this poem is outstanding , JC I am going to stop writing in my comment [ This is one of your best] OK to all that reads this comment ? I am only speaking for me OK , no attacks please.Now JC you know I always analyze myself in why I like or dislike a poem . The answer is things that are relevant to me ,are like a primer , example I am a contractor so a axe , picks and tractors I have worked with I can see these things. Now angels fairies and magical beings are hard for me to bond with . But easier for other poets to see LOV2U PRESS

Very memorable poem, descriptive and well written, I can assimilate with this. I can see and feel this poem, well done. Loved it. Love Lyz. XX

You are the queen of rhyme! You make it look so effortless. It just rolls off the tongue. I really liked this theme and would love to see these ghost towns with my own eyes, but reading your poem about them is almost as good as a first hand experience. Cannot pick favorite lines on this one... they are all excellent. Love, Cat

no words on tidyting up you have plenty of time for that.What a place to get the creative pictorial pebbles to fill the pockets. in this is that timeless sense that each day is a gift that must be lived fully becouse -yesturdays shovel lies handleless in the ground.Good to have you back.bugs..........o

You just painted with words a great countryside scene... I can see the freshness of the paint, the colorful creases, the sadness of the towns, the loneliness of workers, at the end of the day, the sadness, the portentous shadows, the fragrant breeze. Something is surging from your heart; I can feel the compassion, I would even say the love with which you have sang their untold glory. Best Regards, Hugo

Learned a lot myself from your update of this one Jayne...it is just flawless now and my tongue can glide effortlessly through your great creation. Seabhac

How did I miss this? My God, I think this is the best. It is now my favorite. Your biggest fan, Elizabeth