Hello my lovely...
you knew I'd be here.
I love this poem from you gentleheart, but as you know, I don't care for the red type--and yes, it's fun to experiment, but let your words vivify the red.
and now, for critique.
I loved the soft intro, with the gentle lead in to this verse--third stanza:
"Life is described with unspoken words
as the days go by--hearts change
every drop of blood caressing my hand in a circular motion
falls upon the ground like a raindrop in a puddle"
smiling proud mom here.
And this fourth stanza, which you sneaked on me, totally delighted me with your unabashed aplomb:
"Gentle twilight calms me
like crimson roses and flowing water
gales of wind blow through my hair and sing to me
traveling--on the run like a stay cat through the valley of darkness"
traveling--on the run like a stay cat
Excellent images to depict the loneliness of determination to be true to self.
My lovely lovely girl, I'm so proud of you.
This is my favorite from you.
You are a poet.