Ahh, what a picture this paints in its own right! The image of this man mixing up his colors, trying (and failing) to match the shade to the scenery, is somehow so... human! It put a smile on my face.
This looks like absolute paradise! The color of that water, wow! I imagine it's very difficult to have a bad day taking a stroll on such a quaint little path there.
Odd, I used to know several people who referred to the sun as "Sun-Buddy." Eventually I picked up the phrase, too. Now that I've read your poem, it makes all the more sense to look upon the sun as a friend, or a lost friend, that can shine a brilliant light for you or make your eyes water, depending on the situation or the day. Great analogy.
This blew me away. What a natural flow, and original rhymes! You represented winter, spring, summer, and fall, all, so fully and colorfully, and effectively communicated that temporal nature of each passing season that begs us to experience each moment IN the moment.
You have no idea how much this comment means to me! You're too kind, and thanks for the constructive feedback on my poem!
Thank you so much! You're so sweet :)
Ahh, what a picture this paints in its own right! The image of this man mixing up his colors, trying (and failing) to match the shade to the scenery, is somehow so... human! It put a smile on my face.
I'm sorry for your loss (that looks like a cool pot). At least you got a great picture out of it! The focus on that one chip is so precise.
This looks like absolute paradise! The color of that water, wow! I imagine it's very difficult to have a bad day taking a stroll on such a quaint little path there.
Odd, I used to know several people who referred to the sun as "Sun-Buddy." Eventually I picked up the phrase, too. Now that I've read your poem, it makes all the more sense to look upon the sun as a friend, or a lost friend, that can shine a brilliant light for you or make your eyes water, depending on the situation or the day. Great analogy.
This blew me away. What a natural flow, and original rhymes! You represented winter, spring, summer, and fall, all, so fully and colorfully, and effectively communicated that temporal nature of each passing season that begs us to experience each moment IN the moment.
absolutely raw and gorgeous.
oh cool! i'd also recommend the heaven and earth grocery store and i'm glad my mom died too. :)
I love your poem; I can agree completely! Dr. M is the best ❤️