The Bluebird Mountain! Comments

Beautiful, insightful! Loved it.

ok, i've just read it again. i believe most of my lack of enthusiasm about this poem is coming from Poetheart's understandable lack of total mastery of English. of course i, too, have not mastered English, and i've been speaking it for over 60 years. my wife says i speak it too much! (what does SHE know?) ha ha. i could make a bunch of suggestions re the English usage [well, maybe not a 'bunch'], but i will make only one or two here. time marches on! to give you a name... i don't know who/what you refers to. i thought it might refer to spirits. if it does, then i suggest writing to give you names, to give you all names, or? well, i guess spirits could have a collective name like a collection of trees can be called forest or wood(s) . hmmm? looking back right now at the poem, i think you really want to write spirit instead of spirits. if you do, then you can ignore what i said earlier (some of it anyway) . become into a swirl of move....the way i want to read this is become a swirl of movement. thanks for sharing. bri :)

p.m. now this one i'll have to spend little time on or read and comment on at a later date. it does not entertain ME nearly as much as others of yours i have read. BUT the other comments seem to disagree with me. thanks for sharing, young lady. bri :)

lovely poem written in your own inimitable original style grand title too...regards

A delightful poem with a lot of good imagery. Where is Poetheart going? ?

excellent poetry.. i love the style of your writing..

a beautiful poem and a good story in it. please read some of mine.

spirits of the blue mountain appear, when the winter goes finally to give you a name beautiful words of poem. beautiful write

How about those crazy rays of life.

And finally he came to home to her heart- the mountain the mountain who her and her bluebird who came a long way to his love so sweet

And finally he came to home to her heart- the mountain the mountain who her and her bluebird who came a long way to his love so sweet

A great poem, like the story to it.

Winter goes Hope comes Poet heart settles In a blue mountain.