Oh God Mr Tate..i was so honored to review this masterpiece..
I would not expect nothing less from you..you know as i read it
I was like on a stage and you asked me to read it out loud
how exquisitely lovely it will come..i swear ..i felt it like a sypmphony
each group of words sounded like they were so high in pitch and then it got low
how you dessicate life and time ,how you humble yourself..God you were made for poetry
those tired footsteps down the lane of time telling tales of pain and ache and tired bones
its a constant labor and long and lonely nights still i stood on top of mountains where God used to play
my words though so hazed they would light a hundred miles from here to eternity and yet more
time only told how love was felt and lost ,lives lived and passed and just at what cost
what loveliness..great symphony from beginning to end..true master poet you are my friend
lovely write..
I was amazed by this poem, an absolute masterpiece of thought for which you can be very proud my friend! The style, the picture, the font, even the punctuation all add to the beautiful ideas you express.
Impressive. As writers we record time, especially our own lives and how the world touches us, good and bad, but watching our children, we remember what it was all for, the good and bad of our lives, and know it was all worth it.
Stunningly so - their is such wonderment in the play of children. We would all do well to live the way they do...with a carefree and trusting heart. I like how you describe the writer in this piece very much. Thanks so much for sharing. Tres bien monsieur!
Light,
Siddartha
This is so beautiful Tate...seriously. I am adding it to my favorites, the rythum, the flow, the word choice all perfect for such a delightful poem!! Thanks for sending me this!
I love this! It has the most wonderful flow to it. It has a hint of sadness and melancholy encapsulated in nostalgia and reminiscence. I love the simple honesty laced throughout this.
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