Beautiful.

Beautifully said, Lisa. The bond between mother and daughter never fades if they’re both in good standing with each other. Welcome to the site. (Relic).

I agree, this is a beautiful sonnet.

Lovely work 🙏

Thank you so much Peter…
New to this site and finding it a big challenge to post exactly the way it is on my computer.
The image on my Awaken poem is to the left… but it should be centered.
Lisasview, now in Spain

A beautiful beginning, and I expect it shall continue so. Well done 🌼

This poem hits deep. Reminds me of my mother. Hard childhood, lots of pain…was always in her cupboard…she is free of that now.
thank you for this write, Lisa.
j.

Thank you so much for your thoughtful review Jacob,
Lisa

This is touching. I didn’t have the best relationship with my mother when she died, although it was improving. For that reason, I enjoy seeing how things should have been, and your lovely words do just that.

Thank you so much Sam for taking the time to review my very first dinner.
Lisasview

Beautifully penned, Lisa. Amazing write my friend. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thank you again for reading my poem and reviewing it.
Lisasview, now in Spain

Thank you so much SeaCat for taking the time to read my Sonnet and reviewing it.
Much appreciated,
Lisasview, now in Spain

Welcome, Dear Kelly 🍷
Now, that you’ve arrived, Stars Rite is in for a real Free Verse treat … like none before.

How delightfully sentimental the vivid clarity of your verbal virtuosity transports us back to a time of musical freewheeling magic, through the creative skills of true American folk artists … those days that will live forever in our youthful minds, hearts, and souls.

Love your perfect title and artwork choices … they set such a sweet ambiance!
Thank you, Dear Lady-Poet! ⁓ Richard🖌

“Like the pine trees lining the winding road, I’ve got a name, I’ve got a name”—
And I wonder if it is possible to save time in a bottle…It happened in the film, Message in a Bottle, with Robin Wright, Costner and Newman.
The waves roll in and with them memories. I never got to see the others, but I saw Dylan twice. Such a classic, and classic poet.
He and Paul Simon made me first start really listening to the lyrics, the poetry that was theirs.
But with much of the new music, “It’s all over now, Baby Blue.”

great poem…

j.

And this is why I love to roam the streams of poetry sites. Someone once sang ‘without music the world dies’ and viewing the world from both sides now, I tend to agree. Exquisitely executed. There seems to be an influx of writers from an other site in here & it’s all the better for it.

Yes, indeed. With fine poetic flair, you tell us of music and memories that detail our lives. I recall how songs of the past have bookmarked events and special people in my life. Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer” always makes me think of that 4’10” girl I once loved. The song “Brandy” by “Looking Glass” always puts me back in 1970’s California, and another girl I knew. How do non-music lovers do it?

There were so many I could have mentioned as true troubadours of music, but I think we each have our own compilation as to who qualifies. I am happy to have your presence here, Sam. Thank you for the smile I am wearing!

You never write a so so poem, Kelly. I’m very glad you’ve arrived.
I could go through a list of people I grew up listening to including the singers you’ve mentioned. Gordon Lightfoot was a favorite besides James Taylor, CSN, Joni Mitchell…and too many rock bands to mention. The 70’s and some of the 80’s were the best time for music. It’s such a shame kids are growing up listening to such poison. Perhaps that’s an element of why our world is so crazy. Anyway, great poem.

Yes indeed, my friend, I have arrived…with many thanks to you for being the first person to put a bug in my ear to join. Then Sam and Richard encouraged me to do so, too. What friends I have in poetry! A thousand thank yous for leading the way!

I am joining this convo. Love the piece you posted here. Immediately, the song The Times They Are A-Changin’.came to mind

Who said romance is dead .. not on our watch eh’ .. and now it will live on here now and for always .. It would be far too easy to fall in love with thy pen dear lady K ..

p.s. I got a thing about good old Mr. Zimmerman .. seen him twice over here in the last three years & a two piece cover version once too called the Big Yellow Tambourine Man Band a smashing Bob n Joni M look and soundalike duo .. check em out, I dubble dare ya .. 💛😎👍🍷

Nostalgia waxes warmly in the spill of remembrances, yesteryear’s idyllic Eden 🌼

Hoi hoi chère K.,
Your first entrance (your intro perhaps?), I love it a lot.
Bob D released us from the
Love
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Me
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You
Know
I
Love
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Tyranny (is that English?) my mum didn’t teach me English….

So I’ll always be grateful for what bob D accomplished!
We must be proud of ourselves too! We write future memories. Of that I’m sure. You did anyway.
Keep ‘em coming dear! Lots and lots of them. And I’ll read them all.
Kind regards, Gus

Brilliantly penned, Kelly. Into the book it belongs! Amazing write my friend, nowadays it seems most people only care about the hook. I dig the classics myself. Welcome to Stars Rite. Appreciate you.

Damian

Yes! Live this piece p, and the artists and music you reference. I look forward to reading more of your work!

Oh, my! This is good. Welcome to the site.

Beautiful work. Great to see you here.

Hi Kelly, so glad you told me about the SR and really happy that Fia’s link helped me to create my account here. And on top of this, a musical rendezvous in poetry by a wonderful poet…YOU!!!

Many of my musical influences were some of the ones you mentioned, as well as Carol King, Smokey Robinson, Marvin Gaye, Blood, Sweat & Tears, and, of course, Jimi Hendrix. I think back then, as with many of the youth today, we lived in our music. I firmly believe our generation (baby boomers) had the best music. It was innovative, rebellious, inspiring, and moved us to want and act to create a better world. There was a tenderness, a sweetness, and kindness to it. “Aint no Mountain High Enough” that true romance couldn’t climb. I think your poem, Kelly, could inspire a book with all those “troubadours” as main characters.

It is good to read your poetry Kelly, thanks for posting it.
-Curt (your fellow traveler from SC and WC)

My poetry, and everything I’ll ever write, is for my friends, like you, Curt. Friends I’ve met over the years at the WC, and the years before, at The Starlite Cafe. And now, we’re here. I’d say we’re pretty lucky to STILL be among friends! And it feels real good!

The King of Metaphor,

jacob, I’ve often marveled at the unique originality of your stunning analogical imagery … this piece is overflowing with this brilliance.
I mean, who else would/could have come up with such a title that morphs from raw fish into emotional human vibrance, with but a few strokes of a ultra-creative, skilled pen?

How slippery relationships can all too often be, or become, just like this poem.
I really got a knowing smile outta this’n … thanks, Jacob! ⁓ Richard🖌

I’ve read through this so many times and I have now somehow managed to lose count of the various ways in which I have so far managed to interpret it .. Indeed, such variances can only be satisfactorily juxtaposed against the vibrant backcloth of human relationships that I know from both personal and professional experience to exist .. You have such a unique way with words Jacob it has the JEC stamp running all the way through it .. Neville

Thank you for your very kind review, Neville. I am so pleased to see that many of our WC family have found a new home, and a comfortable one at that.
j.

I guess you won’t be surprised to know that I envisioned you walking in that garden, and not someone fictitious. I see there is beauty here, but also a bit of sadness. Maybe it’s because I suspect the knife’s owner might not still be with us… or that flower being the last.