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Read MoreWoebegone is such a wonderful wordI should put it in a poembut the only bedraggled spectacle hereis made of spent sunflowers and deadblack-eyed-Susans. Woebegone makes methink of a woman, tall and lean, face morose,her slump a sign of obvious...
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Read MoreThey flee and fly like jostling birds - or gray moths 'round a light. They pirouette in lazy rings - while frolicking in flight. Like gypsies, leaves will soon depart with tender thoughts for wind Soon to sweep and persevere - in lives undisciplined. Some will scurry...
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That’s very good Tim….very good
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Thanks very much, Peter.
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Sensational imagery my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thanks so much, Damian. 🙂
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hi dearest Tim I loved the imagery ❤️
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Thank you, crimsin.
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I like how the poem captures the restless, whimsical dance of leaves…it’s vivid and alive. I feel a shiver reading it, both from its beauty and the fluttering imagery– of moths (which terrifies me! Lol ), yet it’s utterly stunning. The gentle, swirling cadence and the soft rhymes make the poem feel as airy and unpredictable as the leaves themselves, perfectly echoing their flight.
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Thanks so much for a great review, Romaj. 🙂
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The dance of the leaves as they pirouette to the ground is such a welcomed sight to see. Beautiful capture of such a wonder of nature. Good to see you here, Tim!
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Thanks Kelly. 🙂
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Read MoreUpon this path - where winter greets a footpath walker's stride a robin's voice affects me so for what I hear implied. He echoes language through the woods in words no man can say. Ensnaring thus my downcast soul to turn my thoughts his way. I'm curious...
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I like how this poem captures the quiet beauty of a winter walk and turns a simple robin’s song into something almost spiritual. I feel the mix of melancholy and hope -the way the bird’s call stirs thoughts of loss, yet also hints at renewal and trying again. Beautiful
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Nice interpretation Romaj. Thanks for the comment. 🙂
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian.
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hello dearest Tim I had bluebirds in a recent poem I wonder about their symbolism mine was about love I wonder if yours is also great write ❤️
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Bluebirds symbolize optimism and happiness. Thanks for you comment, crimsin.
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Cleverly penned, W. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian