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Welcome to the site... what a wonderful story your pen has instilled in me this morning... moving me into trying to keep from crying... loved your descriptive voice and the closeness as I felt to be witnessing from sitting beside the man. welcome again Richard

You have the heart of a premier storyteller ... I now look forward to your next ... Welcome to Neopoet ... bravo what a wonderful first post kind regards love Jayne

you surely have a way with words and this was as the others have said a well crafted story. For me it does not really come across as a poem although there are poetic interludes and rich imagery. So how would you make it more poetic? For me a poem does not spell eveything out in the way prose does and so you create gaps for the reader to fill in and use the structure and cadence of the lines to create rhythm in a way that prose cannot do. Here is a suggestion for you to consider (just the first part), although I must emphasise that as a piece of prose what you have written is beautiful: "His face spoke days of haunted time ghosts.. Kind eyes and silver black hair loose quiff swept back.. brow held in grimace, body aching, pained by years of ageing, stiffened joints. Bench seated by the lake ritual feeding passing swans. An ancient faded by mist-swirled time. muttering with trembled voice.. “you would have liked her” she'd died just weeks before.. ”i'm an old, old man my life spent loving just one woman…” with best wishes Keith