A Heartsong of Life

"petals of life float to sigh".............this different way of expressing this is special-? ( awful language yet I don't want to repeat myself too much in comments and this is so...well...so? ) The petals of life, so soft so delicately coloured float through my minds eye, we are again airborne, and passing my conscious eye float by it with a great sigh, such a slight sound hardly audible like that of the slightest breeze on a windless day. They land, these petals, gently one on the other on the next and form little layered dreams of the past, their sound like a sigh as they slide onto each other,yes you make things take place in the theatre of the mind with your poems Jayne. "its branches swing
 in a swoop so vast" ..This could be a Chestnut tree in England. with those incredibly low trunk-like branches onto which one can climb and reach to the centre of the tree in a secret way. The ash trees spinning seed pods spinning and spinning. "The tree of days
 seeps in mysteries past,"..........I like the tree of days and have an image of that. You skip here and there with the meanings sometimes and they could be gathered a little more logically, and yet you spellbind us with the sudden jumps so who's to say? I think here you are really a fast flying fairy who sees all this tiny earth whizzing past her in serene floating glints of pictures like those of film and mostly the best visions of the world. I see why and what you mean, but its a little complicated to give order to in my mind. Well I'm being honest, possibly at my cost but that's what I feel. Then we are brought down to earth and see into the mind all things good and bad, and seem to understand better what this life is doing with us. Love to you dear Jayne with the magic wings, Ann

How things can be so contrary sometimes. Our thoughts are not always in order, and seem to jump around. [At least mine do] But when we hear or see someting, we immediatly try to make sense of it, by putting it in order! I loved your write, but think that maybe you meant to say in the first verse that [shades and shadows do shimmer [and] shift]. There are so many really good lines that I don't know how to pick one. The hig bugs are the easiest to feed, you just give them a pat on the head, and a peck on the cheek, and they are good to go. The higger ones, require a little more attention. They need you to give them a nice hug, and a peck on the brow, but the higgest ones need the most of all, they need you to give a good squeezy, a wet smack on the cheek, and a big smile. Thanks to you, I can feed even the higgest bugs now. ~ Gee

There are many great lines here. Isn't it interesting to see what our minds come up with when we use a mind altering substance? I think you are a very cute drunk, which is a rarity, LOL! The lines that I tripped over, are: In the smooth of the cut I am exquisitely reminded, of the love we have shared and lives wandering blinded May be it is just me. I also agree with Geezer on the care and feeding of those higgest bugs, in all their states of being Love, Cat

I loved the ending of your poem, and even though you say it needs some reworking, my attention goes to your feelings of becoming and reaching for greater light and knowledge. So, for me the poem is perfect as it is. I'm astounded! Sincerely, Hugo

Very somber write, I thought it was very beautiful and from your heart.You do have a lot on your mind at the moment, anyone can see that, and it is lovely, drunk or not, that you can share this part of you. I read your words and I understand but to comment on this is hard, because I see nothing wrong, only a beautifully worded poem that I know you put your heart into. I say, well done darlin, keep em comin. Love from Lyz. XX

This aint scattered to me. Love Lyz. XX

Jayne This is me Electric Blue Hugs to you my friend think of you always