Orion's Daughter

ah so this is what the kitten was up to at 14 ,lol , i love the opening line sets it well , i all so like the second part of the second line i love the ending and it was good to read your previous work cheers ,,,,,,,,,,,ziggy

Cat. 14, huh? I was trying to figure out why I'm here, getting into erotica & esoterica, While you were writing it down! I wouldn't change a thing.. I mean about your poem. Amazing stuff, this desolate wind. ~A Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

Reminds me of the 'Cat Scratch Fevers' of my own youth! Your words are eloquent, and your thoughts heart-warming! Bravo, dear Lady!

My dearest Cat ... at fourteen your mind was gorgeous and so to my mind ;) nothing has changed ... this is wonderful I felt like I was being drawn into the poem I keep sitting further forward and my mouth was gaping lol big mouth that I have ... this is enchanted verse and your the witch of Neo no other comes close love and biggest hugs Jayne x x btw you just inspired me lol :)

Jayne just asked me to come read this and I see what she means, your mind was and is a beautiful thing love Snake

Dear Big SIS WOOOOOO HOOOOOOOO spotlight !!! I was activating new users and just noticed you in the bright of our light ... nicely done darlin I adore this poem btw ... love and hugs Jayne x x

What an enchanting write! By the light of the moon I see the stardust, the angels, the magic you have caste! THank you for the amazing poem! Boni

Darn, I knew you were good, but that effing brilliant? Here's a snippet from one of my poems at that age: You left me the smoke from a last cigarette and a fast fading scent in the palm of my hand I also did a lot of singsongy ones back then, with a chorus to boot, thinking I was writing lyrics for songs *snorts*. Your poem is a gem in its own right! Yours, ~Nina

As my Irish friends would say, "What a soft sad writing." Gorgeous piece Slainte! All the best Kat! DS Baker

not I, at any rate. If only we could all have met at school, we would have been less lonely... well, better late than never, right? Yours, ~Nina

For age 14, definitely a high 5. 'You hear her softly whisper She comes with eventide Lonely is her name sorrow is her fame She is the desolate wind…' I hear her often, especially in a melancholy mood. Her voice is sweeter, but not less sad, on a warm eventide. It makes me sad to think so many people had bad, even damaging childhoods; and I know now that this is true. I am so fortunate to have had a wonderful one, this thanks to my parents, and to a degree, having grown up on a farm. At times I'm embarassed to admit it, but wouldn't trade for anything. I am, however, a loner, and given to melancholy. . . . . .and am, therefore, too, happy to have met many friends here at Neo, you being among them. Thank you. Deelilah

Lonely is her name sorrow is her fame She is the desolate wind… nice lines

Yeah, right. LOL I was too busy being a violent wee shit trying to stay alive in spite of my own best efforts I read this, and thought of lying on the hood of my car last night looking up at Orion, something I often do when I get home from work at this time of the year. Have to go out tonight now too, and figure out which one she is. Only criticism....you know me: lose the punctuation, lol, except for after flowers: the semi-colon should be a colon, or a dash. Awesome write Cat, at ANY age, but for 14? WOW. Respectfully Jim "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

This beautiful poem ("Orion's Daughter") reminds me so much of one of my own: As I rose past all slumber I stirred these words to pen The stars they seemed as distant seas As women are to men The world to me a troubled dream A prison with no end My love the winding city breeze That whispers Genevieve... I wandered night and day alone Through London's famished glare The gentle flow of womankind Passed through the morning fair As I passed free of my reverie As the sun set upon the sea And as the sun I gazed upon My last love Genevieve... It's only a ballad but you get the message. Yours was a lovely write. Keep at it love John. Happy Christmas.

Well Cat, You blow so hard across the cosmos here you stir the dust on the moon and shower the entire world in an argent shimmer of moondust... that glitters our cheeks with crystalised tears of angels... shotblasting our souls with sentient sorrow, yet it invigorates us so, becuas ethe fairytale casting of your words. Excellent stuff Cat, I get the feeling that it is snowing... the angels tears frozen and cast on that wind... showering us all with cloud's confetti. This has so much emotion and the stepped rhythm is brilliant and really hit deep quickly. Magnificent my friend! Dale :)

At 14 you had talent, by the way this poem has been written. I am in no league to give any advice on what I think is an exceptional write. I felt sorry for her, but as far as a sad poem goes, this one is a beauty. Love from Lyz. XX

14 wow, that is brilliant. i really love the last two lines, The idea is great to.. the angel that is lonilness and sorrow. so sad that things were tough for you then to inspire this. I to spent many times ''alone in even company lol. i also used to do what nina said about writing lyrics lol. Us writers ; ) vicki x

I've been reading many of your poems and this one is tops...so lovely cat. Rosina xena465