Springs Mangrove Mind Comments

Poetry is therapy, but it cannot bind grief and loss to a medicinal patch to restore normality or happiness. Once some moments are torn the fabric is forever undone like another spring faced alone. Your light spun verse commemorates but does not even try to disguise the enduring pain. Such is loss and our to reflect and endure and enmesh into the everyday that we that are left carry and recall.

nostalgic.....vivid as though seen through your wine glass.........a brink of moment craving the tenderness of dear one...

Beautiful poem expressing love. Labyrinth of the mind expressed as mangrove of spring is nice image. Thank you.

Karen, Kazy, Kaz, that ' [br]' in Emu Dreaming was the fault of PH and shouldn't be there and 'Dreaming' should be on the next line by itself. What can you do? Doug

A magnificent poem in relective mood. The phrases and images are amazingly original and imaginative.