|Member Comments on this Poem
|Posted by Kris Mara on 04/22/09 at 09:03 PM
well formed wisdom here...
|Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 04/23/09 at 02:08 AM
I Like the comparison of the mind to the canyon, the seasons to aging and I am with you all the way....no early fall if you keep the mind busy and the poetry flowing..good write.smh
|Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/23/09 at 03:14 AM
We all have our seasons, don't we George? I love your season of now.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/23/09 at 03:47 AM
Hmmmm, yes. I'm right behind you.... but still kicking. :) Thanks, George.
|Posted by Maria Massarella on 04/24/09 at 02:34 AM
Such wondrous housekeeping goes on in your poem! As long as there is hope there are possibilities and the spring tonic we may encounter...:)
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/25/09 at 12:14 PM
this poem for a starter is vibrant in my heart, then done with my heart heads its resonance smack for my soul.
|Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/26/09 at 03:18 PM
I cannot help but notice that fall, and particularly an early fall can easily incline either of its two meanings in this poem.
Mind stopping writing, George.
|Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/27/09 at 03:57 PM
...hard to squeeze this one, it's good and gooey...that's the reason for this weird Spring we're having...it's fall, eh?...good write george. had a rain pome on memind this a.m. ...
|Posted by Laurie Blum on 05/01/09 at 01:48 AM
I just love the idea of sweeping through a canyon. Beautiful visual and a real cerebral connection here. Nice!