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Ann of Norway You surrealise your poems so much that they have the strangeness of seeing through other worlds as one sometimes gets in modern films with equally strange images wandering through the ordinary making all extraordinary. I do so enjoy that in your work Jayne. "and when at last the breath of another colour slipped past, cooling the flames entwined through each chord".........this as a sentence suddenly needed something to define the when....what? Left me in the air...I think to needed logic here for some reason. Keep on confounding us with the richness of your imagination. Love as aye Ann. XXOO

Dear Jayne, this is, pardon the pun, really hot stuff. I enjoyed it completely especially the ending. but, every now and then smoke drifts from the corner of my mouth the Yellow dragon you dreamed now in me, sleeps very well thought out and presented. Love, Cat

Dear S., I loved every bit of this one, but my favorite is. A fiery speech burned in forever (for a time) P.

I don't "do" surreal - but somehow this one took me there ;) Great write dear lady! Boni

As I read this through it made me feel kinda peaceful...does that make sense? Superb JayCee. Rosina xena465

Love that line....just effortless! How the heck do you do it?...i'm in awe, just love the flow of the sound of the words. Ells x

" the yellow dragon you dreamed now in me , sleeps " great ending , loved it ,,,,,,,,,,zigs

Dark imagery, I love it-Club Special

Dark and taunting love your mystical rhyme, it always makes me want to write something clever sprite like, caverns seething in wonder amassed the imaginations, filled with a wondrous write like this. Very nicely done Love John.

Amazed I am, dear Jayne. You always come up with deep writes like this! A sad write wearing the clothes of helplessness, I can feel it very well. How greatly you have expressed these feelings. Loved how you put these words; "and when at last the breath of another colour slipped past, cooling the flames entwined through each chord" The flames do cool after a time, but the peace and silence that it brings at the end, burn more than the fire!!! And these were great lines, Ah, peak of pain you weaved in your words here!!! "but, every now and then smoke drifts from the corner of my mouth" Hope the yellow dragon soon wake again!!! I think it should adorn the spotlight! Sincerely, Wafi "Culture, location and beliefs; All vanish with love!" ~Afzal Shauq~

fiery this one I like the depth and the draw the outline of this great Esker~

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JayCee- greate write! eloquent and beautiful imagery (not sure if i completely understand what its about but i love it!). m

So, my dear.....it's true blue and green make yellow? Love, Mum Barry forgot to change again... grrrrrrrrrrr!

Your poem is wonderful Just lovely , i can feel the smooth wording . Wish you have a nice day Love,Light and Harmony The Seeker

Ann of Norway The yellow dog dingo? This poem makes me feel you are the fire-lady, Mirwani, of the Native Australians, as you dig your blood stained nails into the red earth of that country and tear out its essences and dyes, growing roots deep down in your mind, the embers still glowing from the meal you made for your family sitting there close by waiting for your next utterance with bated breath. You, chanting your music to the ancestors while drawing in the sand the animals of their ancient paintings. Then there is the silence of the great spaces. We know where you come from dear Jayne. Love from Ann far in the North. Fiery?

impressive, an awesome write!

Sweet girl I love the last sentence of this poem and the road that took me there. When the dragon has fallen asleep and all is quiet again then we know that great things have happened. You write very beautifully Dear Jayne Cloë and it is like to go out on an adventure to visit your site. love. o molly

I love this poem. Besides being enjoyable beause of the beautiful language, it makes me think of relationships and how they end, "with every step I took/ a piece of you/ fell away from me" yet how parts of that person have shaped you and will remain: "The Yellow dragon/you dreamed/now in me/....sleeps". I also think, when i hear that luscious "The Yellow dragon/you dreamed" line of the other person in a relationship trying to make you into something you're not, pretending to dream something not there...or maybe Im dreamig things in this poem not there lol? Anyways, as always I loved loved loved your poem, Your sister ink, Jhena

what i like most out here people make comments and give five stars and add on sorry dear i did not really understand did u that hear well better not quitely it endear

The parts become transcendant of the whole. The reincarnation of Naruda's spirit. A joy that simply is. B

...for the EVOLUTION ITS A GREAT honour my poem too stands though last but in ur queue which i cherish most my blog post Now I know It will take centuries, If not many a millennium, To reach the barbed wired Surroundings of the periphery, Where you stand commemorating To time Your indelible poetry... But do let me read, If not directly, But at least your poetic thoughts, As a reflection In the oasis of time, As I thirst for words, As come So naturally to thee

i loved this expression but, every now and then smoke drifts from the corner of my mouth great way to describe releasing of "rage" and be at peace...if i got it right... raj (sublime_ocean)...