Sunset Comments

there was that wood-pecker Laboring on the dry finger Of a dying cotton-wood- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - This is the magic of your writing! ! ! ! ! ! Every single word is perfect. Laboring is the perfect verb! ! ! ! ! ! Dry Finger is the perfect phrase! ! ! ! ! Dying cottonwood the perfect image! ! ! ! ! A 10+++++++++++++++++++++ and putting it on my list of favorite poems.

I was beside myself No wonder, seeing so many things, who wouldn't!

Despite the freedom of beautiful sunsets That it encounters and loses itself At least once in a while.......Very interestingly you have drafted this poem on sunset is very thrill giving, amazing and philosophical too. Rustle of the leaves in sunset gives breeze of wonderful sense...10

The scene you had seen is beautifully presented in the poem. Seeing is one thing and putting the feelings into words the other key thing.

A beautiful portrait of a sunset while the ruminating mind keeps asking questions. Such is the influence of Nature, it sets the mind thinking. Brooding among the beauty of Nature is a very poetic thing to do. The poet penetrates into things that are lost upon others. A great write characteristic of your creativity n deep insight. Love the imagery.10

These are the kinds of questions I ask of myself almost daily. If I came up with any answers, I will let you know. If you find any answers first, I hope you will let me know too. : -)