| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/09/13 at 12:21 AM Very nicely done lady. I might get some ideas here and start writing again. |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/09/13 at 02:38 AM Definitely inspirational! I love it!!! |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 01/09/13 at 04:27 AM Definitely my POTD! Right up there in the library of that city on a hill, lit with a lamp that shouldn't wear a shade, as far as I'm concerned and straight into my favorites. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 01/09/13 at 05:05 PM True solitude is a: din of birdsong, seething leaves, whirling colors, and a clamor of tracks in the snow. You capture what is left when the snow flies. I'll meet you behind the snowman. Thanks.
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| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/09/13 at 05:52 PM You use the English language as if you discovered new words. I am amazed. This is just that wonderful. UNBELIEVABLE |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/19/13 at 02:38 PM Fun read. The choice and arrangement of words and short lines really add to the impact. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/22/13 at 12:16 PM this ode is reminiscent of a totem pole chuck full of earthen delights. it is almost as if it was formed and honed by a wind with the assistance of bear claws. |
