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  • Suz-zen
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    Thank you !! I do the same. Art projects. Collages. Poetry and the like! ABC... Always Be Creating.

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  • D.F.Russell
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    It's been my experience that laying something down for awhile is often more productive than attempting to force something you don't feel. I keep notebooks and partially finished paintings... then flip back and forth.

    Mushin no shin -- The modern equivalent is "The harder you look, the less you see."

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  • imrogue
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    I am sure you can think of one rhymetime! 😊
    and Suz-zen You'll be a good nurse to that one! 😊
    Last edited by imrogue; 02-19-2017, 05:59 PM.

  • Suz-zen
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    Thank you for reading and for the thoughtful comment...I hear what you are saying. How would do that ? Nothing comes to me though I understand your message.

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  • D.F.Russell
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    I liked this, but the ending didn't seem to suit the rest... consider changing directions and using winter as a simile. The first part sets a mood very well and makes the reader feel something... have the ending to switch gears/dimensions and make the reader think or understand something... an insight/satori

    I'll shutup now
    Last edited by D.F.Russell; 02-19-2017, 02:42 PM.

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  • Suz-zen
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    Thank you rhymetime! I am actually nursing one to salvation. Never knew it could be done. i have hope. Perhaps a poem there after all!? Time will tell...

  • rhymetime
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    I agree with all the beautiful words above. This work reads as though it flowed from the heart like a winter stream of melting snow runs from the high places toward the endless sea. Beautiful

    PS: As Imrogue said, They can be saved. I have one that is 2 years old. But where is the poetry in that

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  • Suz-zen
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    Hi Tony Grannell forgiv my tardy reply! I have been somewhat missing in 'inaction'. I thank you for your patience while my branches needed to wither a bit and now they feel warmth and new buds of Spring! I have a lot of catching up to do here.

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  • Tony Grannell
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    Hello Suz-zen, A melancholy journey into a new year, as the old year withers and dies. It's a raw sadness, the naked branches as one awaits the coming buds and sadly those who will never flower again. The greetings and goodbyes of a poetess's journey through the verses of life in this outstanding passage of poetic art. Excellent, truly. Regards, Tony.

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  • DWAYNE
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    I agree with Mr. Hayes.

    The metaphor is a powerful, emotive one.

    It made me, at once sentimental, appreciative, reflective and hopeful.

    A beautiful poem.

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  • imrogue
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    Very beautiful moving poem, Suz-zen! I' m so sorry to hear about your losses, though. To be on the hopeful side of things... Poinsettias may shed their beautiful red leaves and as long as it is not totally dried out, you may keep them in darker part of the house and water it moderately and it will come back with green leaves and hopefully will turn to red by December.... My mother have been successful reviving poinsettias. She collects them at the end of Holiday Season continues to nurture them to life.

  • Bobby Del Boy
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    Suz-zen this is soulfully beautiful. The likeness of friends as poinsettas and flowers make

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  • Suz-zen
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    I am sorry to hear @The second... only a few more days.... I hope that the thought of tulips may cheer you... when they arrive buy yourself some. They always help me.

  • Suz-zen
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    Thank you RLW... they started so long ago to pas son in JAN and most recently this month. I almost ended the poem with one more stanza but it felt too dismal and I did not want to bring a crestfallen-ness to the piece... Nonetheless, here it is/was"
    for I know
    December will come soon bringing
    red of poinsettias and tear-stained eyes

  • The second
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    Sue Zen, January is the absolute most depressing month in the calendar year for me, I have seen your leafless poinsettias

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