| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/19/12 at 09:00 PM And the bell tolls in the heart of the city for loss; and the tones send their grief to the skies; and in the skies, one soul contemplates the muse of the mortals. Excellent write, George! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/21/12 at 01:20 PM Wow! Great analogy and metaphors George. Perhaps some day she will change her mind, drop those long locks out the window, so you can climb up. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 06/26/12 at 04:03 PM "buddha was lucky ..." Brilliant. Loved it. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/07/12 at 01:42 PM once I craned my neck and I saw the resplendent anthology of your odes winging o'er. I took in as much of their light as my eyes could muster before the sun set. |
