On Fairy Wings Comments

very long poem......

You tapped into a pervasive nostalgia with this poem. I read all the comments before starting mine and every one is in sync with your sense of loss - to varying degrees. I think Nika has the right response in citing A HIDDEN MAGIC she still finds within, because what she called BLISSFUL BLINDNESS, however enticing, cannot prevail. Your poem, itself an evocation of these tales, is the kind of literature which replaces what's lost. For example, Shakespeare's last plays are a mature grasp of the magic of our imaginations working to redeem mere reality.

ohhhh, that was heart breaking! I was hoping in the end that you found the Genie and the Pot of Gold... a very nice write

a journey into a magical world of fantasy is a great place to go from time to time all poets go there. your imagination is super

On fairy wings you have brought us on a magical, wondrous journey through your beautiful imagination of your childhood that set you free into the world of fantasy that brought you so much joy, your imagination is still on fire! ! I love this beautiful write!

explains a crucial phase of life in such sad and joyous and beautiful way. such a wonderful imagination. loved it!

Wow~ What a beautiful piece! It is something I can definitely relate to. A child's perception of the world is so vastly and frighteningly different. Maybe that in itself is the key to happiness - blissful blindness. For people like me who still believe the world holds some hidden magic, facing real life can be that much more difficult. A note though, your life is only as dull as you perceive it to be and make it.

Ah yeah the magical days of childhood overwhelmd by fairytale magic. Here evry cute girl tinks she is princess. So i enjoyd yor super memos poem, thumbs up! Soo nice to read u again valsa.

how beautifully you describe Valsa the childhood whims and fancies, a magic that leaves with age. but i'm sure there's a child still lingering in you.

I wonder if you were issuing a challenge to the the fairies when you ignored your homework and went toWhat if you had awakened and your homework was completed? What a believer that would have made you. But alas instead it was just proof the fairies have withdrawn from your life into younger lives. Ingeborg Bachmann wrote the poem which comes to us after childhood, DON'T LOOK AROUND./LACE UP YOUR SHOES./DRIVE THE DOGS BACK./WORSE DAYS ARE COMING. Such is human fate.

Life once checkered with colorful patterns Bygone days charming and delightful. Days now are hard and dry. A reality presented and charming days revisited. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

Sweet reminiscence of childhood days being transformed into adulthood on fairy wings.......Valsa......... so beautifully crafted with powerful lines..........great as always

I love this tribute to the magical world of childhood. Of course if you can write this, it's still all there inside you.

OH Valsa, Valsa there is hope! ! ! ! Your answer comes in a bag of dope! DMT LSD THC they all open the door to fantasy! (HUGE WINK; -))

Childhood has its own charms and fairy tales of our grand mothers is one of those charms. But when we were a child we always desired to grow in a youth as early as possible. a nice lovely write.