on the threshold of a dream
Even rules formulated with the very best of intentions must sometimes be broken. *S* And the simple fact of the matter is... I know I'll be visiting this poem again and again. *S* So I'm not even going to feel guilty about making an exception to my read from the back policy... especially not since I've been itching to reply ever since I first read this beauty in the wee hours of the morning and the werk monster is waiting to drag me away for who knows how long! *G*
You chose the perfect title... spirits rise as your beautiful words are read... and then tears fall through the epilogue. The last two lines are penned from such caring hearts... and should be engraved on every heart... for to remember shame at injustice is to refuse repetition.
Perfect rhyme, flawless rhythm, incredible heart and beautiful graphics... the two of you have created a masterpiece! *S* To echo some of the other replies... however much praise I might have for this poem, I can't find words to do it justice!
Now, Janet Marie... if it takes major number milestones for you to get that cowboy poet posting, wouldja please just post your lil heart out? Don't eat, don't drink, and for heavens sake, don't leave the computer! LOL. For he is so much missed! *G*
And cowboy... I know work is keeping you away... but this beauty is just a reminder of how much poorer we are without your regular input. I sure hope you find a way to rope and hogtie that werk monster soon... for as much as we appreciate JM being your reader and typist, WE NEED YOU BACK! *G*