There is something very comforting of a view that changes so little that it becomes almost like a habit in your life, but then the writers mind takes over and catches the subtleties of an oft seen view, from the perspective of a something or someone that most people wouldn't even blink at... And then you pick up your pen and turn it into something new and different, like it probably didn't cross your mind that morning you wrote this, of swans having a natter, like they had made an appointment for a cream tea and a natter, or of a scene that would etch the thought of Blake on your mind, or even the conversations with ghosts you probably didn't even think you had and writing of what they said and told you.
Good morning Chris! It's Lorry here! Trying to barge my way through all these spectres in the hope you notice I'm a real live boy and I'm jumping up and down like a schoolkids with his hand up, trying to get the teachers attention, so they can show them how cleverated they is! 😊
Ps... It obviously didn't work, because I recently found an old report card and reading the "must try harder" comment gave me an unnerving sense of déjà vu! 😊
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Hello Lorry. You are right, the view changes little, but there are always new ways of seeing things... read moreHello Lorry. You are right, the view changes little, but there are always new ways of seeing things. Like your reviews. They always put a new and Lorry like perspective on things. Our holiday is almost over. Back to the mire mundane next week. Have a great weekend.
it seems you are referring to a very special place .. somewhere where I have no doubt conversations are yet still exchanged from time to time, but now quietly, as the world .. and indeed life itself continues to play out the living game .. as evidenced by the glow of so very many tea lights in the distance .. this has a very special feel to it Chris .. Neville
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you Neville. There are places here that are special. That bring on memories of different peopl.. read moreThank you Neville. There are places here that are special. That bring on memories of different people and different times. Loved ones gone, but the living continue to visit and make new memories with younger family, and that is special too. The younger generations are building their own memories. I hope you have a lovely weekend.
Chris
2 Years Ago
nowt but a pleasure and all mine .. you too Chris.
What a powerful poem. visiting loved ones who have passed on is very emotional
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Thank you Dale for your thoughtful and accurate review. I hope all is good in your world. read moreThank you Dale for your thoughtful and accurate review. I hope all is good in your world.
Dear Chris,
Every beautiful detail in this poem tells me that Nature speaks to us through all its creatures and features. These are cosmic messages from the beyond, glowing, flickering, trying to reach us and assure us. Telling us things aren't so bad, that there is hope in the rose tinted morning, in the gracefully busy swans. That all is well with the physical and also the spiritual world. Kudos, my beautiful poet friend!
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
Your review is both thoughtful and beautiful DIVYA. Our holiday is coming to a close, but we have al.. read moreYour review is both thoughtful and beautiful DIVYA. Our holiday is coming to a close, but we have all had a wonderful time. The younger generations building new memories. All the very best to you always.
You must be on a grand vacation; I can feel it from this lovely, imagery- laden poem. Norhing like it; sights, sounds, live nature, family, friends, feeling one with all.
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
We are indeed on a vacation, sadly coming to a close. Building new memories as well as reflecting on.. read moreWe are indeed on a vacation, sadly coming to a close. Building new memories as well as reflecting on the old. You are greatly appreciated Sami. Have a wonderful weekend.
Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..