What Shall I Write Comments

There must be something that I can write/With rhythm and rhyme to coincide/In solitude will my thoughts ignite........You have asked your poetic psyche many questions that come to a natural poet who sees vast manifestations of nature that baffles him to settle with the minutest aspect! Being a modern day poet, go on penning without following conventional norms of penning verses! Very insight piece of work! Loved reading it dear poet.....10

i had some trouble deciding how to read the last two lines, due to the lack of punctuation (needed, by me) to show ends of sentence(s) . i even wondered if will was meant to be while. (to be continued) ......

more favorite lines: Then all creatures will in haste retreat While those able like a butterfly Are faced with wilting flowers to greet ....nice rhyming and with wilting alliteration please me! ! :) There are SO MANY lovely lines! ! ! but here: And creatures guided by all but sight Leaves all to luck and fate to decide...............i suggest Leave if it is the verb paired with creatures .....'creatures leave'. right? :) on not? (to be continued) .....

favorite lines so far: Some roses anxious with buds unborn And drowsy blossoms yet to awake.......i 'love' the bs! The gentle breeze which had eased erewhile ? ? ? erewhile [archaic]: a while before; some time ago. But bri does NOT speak Archaic! ! (to be continued) .....

hey, Bro! remind me to come back to this if you don't see another visit by me here soon. i have not read it...............yet. thanks. bri ;) p.s. but i glanced at comments and if VALSA GEORGE likes it, i DEFINITELY WILL NOT! ! ! ha ha.

yes what shall i write? i have this episode so many times but i managed to write one even a short one.

Charms of nature are infinite, we haven't seen much of the nature. Go on writing as much as you can see.

A classic poem, dear Loke. You have a way with rhyme and rhythm. I wish some good singer will come forward to sing this poem. Beautiful indeed!

Hi Loke...... Simply beautiful! Watching the endless cycle of day and night How a poet becomes a painter forthright In his mind's mirror falls this beautiful sight And his words turn it into readers' delight........ (10)