Himself A Poetsittng Comments

Dream, desire, the signs eternal of truest humanity. Wonderful poem.

[..] more pressing than helping an old man sing and dance in the voice and rhythms [..] of a young man. Such is desire. It is ever of the past, it clings to things already known, even loved, things that the brightest eyes have held steady in passionate regard: [..] I lay beneath the old willow, the blue heaven above me was full of stars and again, the text of HIMSELF A POET goes hand in hand, happily, with your note: [..] the connections between desire and dream. [..] The poet does not have to remind you that statement applies for this moment. You know, my friend, the more I read from you, the more I am convinced that you MUST publish your poetry! But only 1 thing: why don't you TAKE that ''Sittng'' OFF [in the title]? Go to EDIT and clear it.. ;)

The Muse - the embodiment of desire, and dream and inspiration; taking the poet in a profound journey into his own depths, yet to be discovered. Like the gentle waves of the sea, so the words are flowing beautifully, caressing softly and tenderly the reader's heart.

Daniel, I was spell bound throughout the entire poem! Amazing and superb imagery, words flowing with an infiltrating intensity! Just cannot say enough about this poem, I love it! Thank you, Daniel. 100 -10's!

'I lay beneath the old willow, the blue heaven above me was full of stars.' Brilliant imagination from Brick! I'm awe-struck! fingers wrapped around a flower stem, palms moist with sudden warmth, lips tender from hard kisses, hands sore from writing poem after poem