like a cloud in the sky, my style changes periodically, but still is nature
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background is simply made by me in tiled format ... but the picture's credit is: Desert Cloud Print by Gary Collins [art.com]
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and so commentary rolls down this page. they go to the zip of a mouse from north to south. if any below know of your pages rectifed from petrified personify and the cloud is not a shroud over the ground but adds texture to the tincture of that which was afforded. ahh, nature. to unfold from cold with a stir of earth and seeds that need to bask in the glow and grow. a beautiful connection to end recession with life played as a fife with notes from a throat dancing in mid air.
yes, nature you still style, and me, i still smile and remember the time that stopped on a dime. its just not the same here anymore but its o.k. somethings just go away, like clouds.
i still say peace.
D.
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fittingly funny.
i barely know these people over there in the scene, in turn they could only look up at the sky, and forget the water cycle of influence, because i hide if they don't ask. good thing my clouds aren't made of fire.
thank you for relating your connection to my motto, but not macho 'poem' ... i too feel a constant turning from when i first got on Kevin's site.
is 'peace' a cloud that doesn't move or our aim?
D.
BTW i know i still have one more comment to do on my contest; i'll do that tomorrow or so, and i have to ask her/him to change a thing so i can judge. -
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i have no rush to make the contest a hush.
more important is way birds call when soon it will be fall.
would the change of a thing by a him or her really make the stir reverse?
wow, what a challenge to the balance. never mind this poke of a joke.
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ah, you don't want me to just whisper through so fast that the song of depth isn't there?! but, but then if i go too slow i won't be noticed, either cuz that's like barely chirping haha.
i think in the past gender and knowing in particular a person that entered would've affected me. it did, kinda once, but then when i judged i found out it was not the girl i thought it was lol. in my early years, i don't feel i really understood how to judge the full elements of poetry, that then i just jumped to bias if i could to make it easier.
the finalists are prettying up now; is that like autumn leaves?
Daisy
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a good poem but... what of Love
What is the meaning of love? Is it caring for another with passion? Is it the art of reproduction? I guess it is both these things and much, much more.
We can love our cars, but perhaps we love them to a lesser degree than we love our husband or wife, or our parents or children. Though I have known some people who have spent their whole lives underneath a car, so maybe some people do actually love their cars more than people.
I think love is connection. What I mean by this is we have bonds in our lives that are strong, we nurture these bonds with care and enthusiasm, and spend a lot of our time giving so others can smile and feel safe and secure in the world, whether it is by love-making or simple acts of kindness.
We love cornflakes, well some of us do. That is a form of connection too, for we connect with what pleases us and try to live life in those zones of pleasure. We love to share what pleases us with others too in the hope that they might love the same things as we do.
Is love good or bad? Well I guess it is a little of both, it can be bad for it could and often does break people’s hearts, but it is good because that is a learning experience, if we did not experience the darker shades of love then how would we ever appreciate the highs when they arrive.
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omg...this is amazing! beautiful imagery and comparison.
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Short and strong in its meaning. Bravo poetess.
~Sonja~
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Very beautiful work here and I love your caption that you wrote for this. Good luck to you with this stunning piece and thanks a lot for sharing it here!
Jeremy0826
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