IN SILENCE NAMED

This is really nice Longo. Genuine lovely feel to the write. Rosina xena465

Just lovely and you know all our breathes are one with you. Lovely poem have not seen you on here and was happy to catch this one and a good one to catch. Love Mona xoxxox Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

From the flame fire, from the fire flame... sooner or later it's the burning that remains. Love you, Joe. Thank you for your presence. ~A Words must be used like stepping stones: lightly and with nimbleness, because if you step on them too heavily, you incur the danger of falling into the intellectual mire of logic and reason. - Balsekar

I was lucky before I became city tended to see on a feild curve on gravel stretch with poles dotting the sky climbing high the green deep face of storm and behind the light of something else the mists rising from the air like a curling wave like an upside down waterfall pulling up towards the clouds a paper rolling up towards us sitting watching Door open chime ringing softly engine ticking to itself and tail lights hot impatient glow the cool brush as it rolled past us the defined reason of it so fresh the rare phenomenon moment preserved but for the day and recalled here by your gracious and thought imbued poetry Thank you Mr Longo Esker~

Wonderfully written and I too are pleased to see you on these pages again. You are special and you still do some of the above you mention in your poem, you just do not realize it. I see you as a bold strong man, or should I say, read you. I am always checking and here you are dear friend. Thank you. XX

Your words make me miss you, theres a gentle longing in this poem ... cant put my finger on it but its beautifully written love and big hugs your Jayne x x x x

Ann of Norway How beautiful is that,"My soul in silence named," its sound and meaning so intense. You instil the stillness of contemplation a revelation of deeper thoughts reveal themselves like flames kindled they leap up and fill our minds with colours some blue and sad, some red, some new, some green refreshing dreams we've near forgotten resurrected there so vivid, yet with touch scares our spirits from their bliss and make us miss them in our melancholy state; we thank you for your soulful pen, your thoughts and feelings shared with us, your friends, who know and understand. And when the mists descend your words uplift our minds to find each our joy of the moment parallel to our pains and give us spirit to go on to understand ourselves. Joe of the sensitive mind with the big heart and the melancholy words that enlighten and give us all hope that we too will be so stoic when our time comes to face pain. Annuccia "My soul in silence named" without looking at the title was the bit I too savoured the most here, they have something uncanny about them, those words?