And as she turns we do not feel her:
Four seasons pass in several shades;
life, the given spark to ignite the flame.
Time past is spent. Only to be
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PROFOUNDLY SOBERING & CONNECTING...LIKE THE VARIABLE RHYMING AND EASE-MOVING FLUX...GOOD WRITE, MON AMIE...I'M TRYIN' GILLIAN ! ........FRANK......OH, YES...A (10) FOR ''WE DO NOT FEEL HER ''............... ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''~F. J. R.~'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
dear gillian, very good understanding of the human soul.
I read this poem as a subtle description of Mother Earth, life, god and man - that is its what it speaks of to me.It is beautifully and uniquely written. Thank you. Egal Bohen
This poem is very vague, yet so precise at the same time. I've enjoyed your pieces so far and I'm looking forward to reading more. This one particularly caught my eye, although I haven't read them all yet.
I'm intrigued by this poem; yet I confess that I don't understand it entirely. I like the line 'And as she turns we do not feel her.' This is something that will play in my head all day. Raynette
You have a great style of writing. I look forward to reading more. Hugs Jan
This is a real eye opener, it has a very well structured feel about it, you are really doing well here me thinks! ! ! Love Duncan X