“…Pessoaic, ” he said
and my heart fluttered.
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nice one christy..quite enjoyable. The Sage Anthony Edmond John
u make it sound so sweet and romantic..beautiful write..outstanding poem! u amazing! !
Wow Love's first bewitching glance nicely captured in your poem.A ten from me.
a romance in verse...what rythmn there is when two people of verse share a romance....ethereal.
poet-in-pieces, knelt before the open trunk Good I kept it unread for rainy days; for days when a river I immersed and indulged would run dry for some time- please write
.. I was drawn to the Title.. as my favourite sunset that has yet to be outdone was witnessed in Portugal... your poetic evening portral did not disappoint my canvas... and the sardines.. stay wafting...
i had the opportunity years ago to spend a few weeks in Lagos, falling further into love than i had ever before, what made it so difficult to cultivate, was that which it awakened....... i think of journies here, fantasies, and the primordial wind from the second floor balcony in any building in portugal, to sit in that outdoor cafe in lisbon seated next to the statue of Pessoa...my heart fluttered.... this is a sure answer to a beautiful question
How come your poems aren't read by my A level students, Christine? The way language bends to your will shames most of us, & the impressions you leave us with stick for a long time. Don't ever stop writing!
An extraordinary composition!