Falling

Dear Magz .... of all the people i knwo you have a beautiful compassionate heart ... lovely poem darlin have a wonderful day ... smile and the world smiles with you :) love and hugs Jayne x x

This poem went straight to my heart... Your beautiful Spirit shines and sings through your words. Thank you for your gift of sharing it. Happy Holidays dear friend. Raven

Is your name Margaret? This poem is full of exceptional images, such as, "the water of meandering", "draw me closer bar by bar" and "[t]he pulse of life is plucked". Your are making changes and growing. For that, here are my 5 stars. Congradulations! Brian

This poem shows a vivid imagination that is highly developed. A key componant of poetry. The ability to see things in metaphor.The only point that blew me a tad leeward was the seemingly ambiguous "weight of you fallen upon me" to me it was sending a contradictory feeling as the sense of flying is implying a possitive feeling. I understand the grounding prinsiple but I still feel it a shade awkward. My best, and congrats on this fine write. Barry ...o..

some of us are destined to fly. You fly elegantly and have, as usual, brought wonderful images with you. A couple of things could still be tidied up in this poem, but it makes for a wonderful read nonetheless. A couple of suggestions, if I may be so bold: Invisible nacre fibres woven around the heart the weight of you fallen upon me, anchored deep Grace, tranquility, serenity flow as a meandering stream Your wings, outstretched, brushed gently against my waiting soul Falling to earth is something I have been doing for many years now my feet still not touched terrafirma My heart flies amongst the constellations still My robes - I have none - are just made of rainbow Stars that glimmer sometimes bright, blinding other times dull My trajectory is pulled by invisible chords a melody played by a comet afar the notes draw me closer bar by bar I have been swathed in the mantle of the forest green and by the water of meandering streams sunlight, dancing diamonds shine ever onwards all are mine The pulse of life is plucked by fingers invisible on the strings of nature's orchestra I travel through the intersection of space and time endlessly interlaced with destinations unknown I follow that star shining bright into the early morning light Hope you are having wonderful holidays, dear one. Yours, ~Nina

just noticed my stars werent here came back for another read ... and I agree with Ninas suggested tweaks .. shes done an awesome job ... it is an honour to know that my words inspired this write thanks for that ... its a gift everytime you write love and hugs Jayne x x

Beautifully and gently written. You have a sweet heart, as you are just that. I hope you had a great Christmas and an even better new Year awaits. Lovely poem. Love from Lyz. Hugs from me. XX

Love the imagery you make. I think it shows how out of place we feel with the world, or parts of it. I'm gonna read the rest of your stuff now. Please have a look at mine too. Chris

we had fireworks down at the waterfront the Olympic torch came through I just sat on the couch and watched through the blinds but then I started to remember the scent of the ignition powder and then it reminded me of the bars and women and bottles of alcohol and bottles of perfumes all my old great loves and I keep thinking that its the heart that is entertained and the wrist as opposed to the Tin Heart on the Sleeve like bracelets of old for wealth or Celts with their silver I love your poem and as an artist too I can see the images come alive vibrant or subtle I like the title thank you Electric Blue