The mood was bittersweet and lyrical.
The birds sang evening almost every day.
My dress was yellow as the paling sun.
Wind whispered of us to the Queen Anne's lace.
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We would say your sweet mood fills us so intensely our hearts that we surrender to your living memories having no counterparts. With affection and warmest regards, Maria
images....metaphors.... music of your words...is spellbinding. I loved this one...Summer, fireflies, dress yellow as paling sun, , , , , , , , , , , , wow. I am sure there wont be anyone like Ben
This is a magical poem of Summer and you have set a special mood for this special Ben. 'you held my hand lest it should slip away into the hollows of lost memory'. Beautiful.... 10 Karin Anderson
u are spectacular and the words have nostalgia to it..amazing and beautiful as are u! !
a lovely memory of a person taken out from the landscapes of your mind...beautifully remembered
yesterday is history... tomorrow is mystery.... just live in present......poet says........ but when beautiful momories are there, how can we live alone in present.......
we all have a Ben in our lives, they just come with different names....
The mood was bittersweet and lyrical. ................................................................. Very sweet and lyrical, you are the brilliant poetess, I wish you all kind... Thank you............. Warmest regards, Tsira
a beautiful and lovely piece of poetry. thank you for reading Enchanting Songbirds and for your comment
Past love is beautifully recalled. Makes me think I'll write about my first girlfriend. I can see her now. Memories! !
Semi-succinct, but oh so compendious, and mellifluous....Structure flows smooth as silk....and it all calculates to another Fowler Pen-Gem! ...ADD IT 2 TH' VERY LOOOOONG LIST! ! ! ! ~ F j R ~ (((2008)))
Yes, poem is the the landscape of mind. My 10 for this beautiful poem.
I must admit that your grace and beautitude span the entire poem with the fragrance of your unique style. Excellent. Thanks, arya
This poem has the lightness of the music of Mozart - eternally youthful with a sunny face. You capture the bitter-sweetness of young love and paint it with maturity's compassionate brush. Beautiful poem. love, Alison ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
a very sweet reflextion for a memory of times past. it was warm and yet tender, enjoyed reading it.
You held my hand lest I should slip away Into the hollows of lost memory. -very poignant. I like the particular name reference. The whole poem has a truly bittersweet poem, like a beautiful recollection that saddens you when looking back, almost as if you miss it...i like the thought of rummaging through old memories in a book that all of a sudden become familiar again, very bittersweet.
Great expression. Your poetry is unique dear Sandra. I enormously admire your poetry and personality as well.