Forever

Typed out this poem after dreaming about it..Felt it needed some help. A warm thank you to Richard for explaining exactly what it needed without changing the essence of it. Free Verse - Fading

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Poems from dreams, much like visions are apparitions that come to us completed creations - revelations. Nice touch with the fading fonts! The answer has always been there but our coming to terms with it and making it our own bring us to ourselves. And so we live forever and a day each new day.

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
Yes, your comments are so true.
Glad you enjoyed my little poem.
Early morning here in Spain

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Lisa,

Your heart has set to pen of page a beautiful testimony of love and brutally frank reality, for there is not such thing as forever, nor is there any such thing as eternity, for even within the writings of the Prophets in the Jewish Tanakh & Old Testament it is said that Israel shall exist for as long as the sun and moon give forth their light, which reveals that the writer of these words was somehow aware that stars do possess a set lifespan, and do eventually wane and cease their shining and thus, their existence culminating in death ... Billions of years is a long time to us, but it is not forever and is no eternity ... Wonderful piece of writing!

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Lisasview]

I am so happy you took the time to read my poem and review my poem... when I write the word just flow out of me... so when I put my fingers on the key board or pen to paper I usually have no idea what will happen...I rote Innocence that way and was quite shocked when i read it back to myself. It is very different from anything I have ever written...full of metaphors..perhaps you will like it...
Lisa, now in Spain...

[Emily J. Fonda]

Lovely poem. This poem really appeals to me. Beautiful! 💐

[Lisasview]

Good morning Emily,
Delighted that you took the time to read and review my poem. And, that iy appealed to you...
Lisa, early morning in Spain

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Lisa. I loved the complete poem.
"A thousand kisses
I’ve set fondly
upon her beautiful body ~
were they enough?"
The above lines. I have asked myself often. The words danced to wonderful and perfect meaning. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Lisasview]

Hi there Coyote,
As I sitting here working on my poem Canvas of Dreams..and,
up popped your delightful review.
I am so happy you liked my little poem! Yes, we do ask these sort of question to ourselves..and of course when I think about my poem even more I realise that... "A thousand Kisses" can easily be a metaphor for many other thousand things one can give to someone they love....hours (time) for example..if that makes sense..oh gosh, I am reviewing my own poem...how weird..
Lisa, being weird..

[Coyote Poetry]

I loved the poem dear Lisa. And I will write a love poem now because of your sweet words. You are my dear muse this late morning in Michigan.

[Robert Haigh]

Dreams can often be the inspiration for a poem, I have found. I once dreamt a complete poem, and as I always have pencil and paper by my bed, I wrote it all down while I still remembered it. I thought it was the best thing I'd ever written! But in the cold light of day I saw that it was far short of being a masterpiece, as it was full of clichéd phrasing and unimaginative rhymes. But your poem is quite lovely. Sad, but highly poetic!

[Lisasview]

What a lovely thing to say about my little Forever poem...I think about poems as I fall asleep and right when I awake.. some I quickly write down others...well... they are gone forever...
Lisa, working on my poems

[R J Askew]

I'm trying to imagine a thousand kisses! And wondering how many it takes? And how many are enough, just enough, not enough, never enough!? And the notion of the last kiss... You got me thinking.

[Lisasview]

I bet at a certain age we have been kissed at least one thousand times...we must count all the kisses.. right..I love what you said about enough.... now that got me thinking as well.
Lisa, working on posting a new one today.. fingers crossed

[R J Askew]

1001...1002...1003...1004...write a poem...1005...1006...

[Lisasview]

You are hysterical...I never think I am a funny person ...but my husband says I am...and I feel that most jokes, etc are not really funny..but yours are as I said, Hysterical...1007 in Spain...Lisa

[Aura]

There is no eternity or forever when it comes to life, it has to end at some point. I feel even though the poem is talkomg about the love they have for someone, hoping thag it wont end, that everything will remain the same, in some way while the love may never end, life will... i enjoyed reading your poem and i liked how you did the title, different shades :)

[Lisasview]

Of course you are right dear Aura.. all must end at some point and hopefully we will stay of awhile in the memories of others..
The shades getting lighter and lighter at the end was to show how forever does disappear.
Lisa, working on poems

[Aura]

That is cool for the title, and a good way to capture the message of your poem in the title itself!

[Ranger Kessel]

I liked this read. Cherish the d at us what I take from it.

[Lisasview]

Thank you for reviewing my poem... What does the d mean?
Lisa, in Spain

[Ranger Kessel]

Sorry that should have said cherish the day

[Lisasview]

Oh good that makes sense…
Thank you

[Tate Morgan]

I wrote a poem once called loneliness that dealt with this subject I ponder this thought all the time what if a person were to lose half their brain? although some people are halfwit lol are they still the same person if a person commits a crime and then a shot in the head but lives are they the same person? As we age we tend to change and with some of us dementia sets in we start to lose those things that make us ourselves memories are the thing that I value most I build them I stack them like pyramids I feel as if they are the only thing of me that will be left once I’m gone. But one day even they will fade in the minds of others.

[Lisasview]

Hi Tate,
Enjoyed reading your thoughts but have no idea if you liked my poem or not.
I too ponder the thoughts as you do... I love that you said you stack your memories like pyramids... I have to be careful to not dwell on bad memories.which is not easy. I know that we are only remember for a short time after we are gone and I do not love that.....When I am gone who will remember my grandparents? Yes, people change as they age... hopefully, they become wiser..but who knows... So many people over 70 have memory loss... That is one of the reasons I took up piano for the first time when I was 50... really does keep ones mind sharp...I am now 74...Yikes, did I say that... Ahh well..
Isa, evening in Spain

[Lisasview]

Lisa
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[Tate Morgan]

I did like the poem. I wrote my first poem at 47. Published my three books for that very reason that you mentioned. I wanted my great great grandchildren to be able to take these books down off the shelf and see the trials and tribulations that brought about their very existence. How many of us can remember our great great grandparents? certainly nothing past that. We must leave something behind for them to discover

[Gee]

Well, I'm in it forever with my good lady wife and if there is a life beyond this one then I will share that one with her too.
11th line doesn't really need the "b" Lisa or if leaving it you may as well insert the "e" as both only add one syllable to the count, and ' neath in my head reads better :))

[Lisasview]

Well, Gordon, you are probably wondering why I never responded to your review... I missed it... sorry..Not sure about the "b" and I do not believe I actually have a syllable count with this poem.. But tomorrow I will check it out...I appreciate your thoughts about the way I wrote my poem.