on the threshold of a dream
I read this from home, but wasn't able to reply. However, I jotted down my first thoughts... for after many readings, they're still accurate. *S*
You don't play fair, young lady... not at all!!! *severe scowl, complete with tapping foot* You know dern well I had every intention of being a brat and posting a simple "wow" on your next poem... Then you go and post this masterpiece and I can only offer respect... but WOW! would certainly be appropriate. *S*
Your muse may too often sit silently when you long to speak... but a muse who gives such gifts upon waking certainly makes up with a vengeance for any napping done!
pen in hand wrought with regret ... muted muse unable to forget.
Your excellent alliteration and magnificent imagery are matched only by the ache conveyed...
As for Whispers on the Wind... it's simultaneously powerful and tender, heartbreaking and hopeful.
Here, where two winters
have now come and gone,
the ground is still warm
with your presence ... as am I.
as you turn my tears into poetry,
I breathe again in the quiet comfort
of knowing that when I need you the most,
just like tonight ...
you will come and touch down again.
and touch our hearts... This is exquisite.
[This message has been edited by suthern (01-03-2002 01:51 PM).]