If the year is meditating a suitable gift,
I should like it to be the attitude
of my great- great- grandmother,
legendary devotee of the arts,
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Marvelous poem! Only a person who has gone through the experience can create a sketch such as the Greate grand ma did to be remembered for generations.
Beside a river in Switzaland. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The scene is sketched very heartily by grandmother with beautiful request to the year. The year will definitely bring firmness with mothers day. A great poem is excellently penned. Reading such a poem of the day we feel glad.
Nothing, it was evident, could be done; And with the artist's isolating eye // superb poetic expression
A great tribute and remembrance. So vividly depicted.
A great and glowing tribute paid to the artist in the grand mother and her ability to see the disturbing scene from quite a distance and sketching it as a treasure.
When year is very meditative in nature this is definitely suitable for feelings. Difficult distance is viewed but this distance can be elaborated with positive vibration with meditation. Great-great-grandmother sketches this picture and wonderfully we feel emotion. Bringing out firmness is really great. An excellent poem this is and this is a nice poem of the day in modern section....10
time - the great sketcher! the great composer of history! the greatest reminiscent books! /// lovely poem
This poem paints a vivid picture of the scene in my mind. What a talent she had with the way she used her words!
Artistic is a driving force that knows no steep mountain nor sharp corners it conquer all. I like the way that grandma sketched the scene. nice poem.
Life adventure of a beloved if sketched into a picture by a grand grandest mother, it would be the best gift to her on Woman; s Day sure!
To sum a life in carefully chosen lines. To paint a picture with words in a way no other image would suffice. The life that pokes out in its confidence from between the lines, was the life of one who was alive every moment of her existance. No end to love's portrayal.
It seems that this lady passed away, before I got to say, that I enjoyed her imagery. I cannot speak for you, but, at least I said that I enjoyed it. Though it be posthumous! B.V.A. `
YEAR COMES AND GOES; SILENTLY PASSES AWAY THE TIME; BUT A MIND THERE LIVES MANY DESIRES, MANY HOPES, MANY PRAYERS; A CONNOISSEUR MIND ALWAYS PRAYS FOR THE FINE ART WHERE S/HE FINDS HER/HIS ULTIMATE HAPPINESS OF MOMENTS///GREATLY POEM PENNED