Monday, February 23, 2009

My Cloud Comments

Rating: 5.0

My garden is full of memories that I allow to serve me well.
When I am on my cloud I am able to envision them all.
Swirling happily in a mist of brilliant colors that will devour me if I fall.
The feeling of tingles they mingle and wind all tied up in a frenzy inside of my mind.
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Butterflies In My Belly Forever
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Carl Harris 23 February 2009

This is a wonderfully expressive poem, BIMBF, one that is quite well phrased and evokes superb imagery in nearly every line. It tells a charming story of a special place that you have, and that many of us have though we may call it by another name, that allows of the sanctuary of our memories to be rekindled almost before our eyes. I think your two final lines in this beautiful poem were quite outstanding. Carl.

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