Empathy

a really beautiful way of writing poetry, easy to read and enjoy. Great work. Love Roscoe...

I loved that flow and feel of using the animals and individual perspectives. Great read. There is just a few of those elite out there, they are very speacial. At the end of your first stanza your missing the word "with". Besides that it was eye candy luv. Thumbs up. Julie D.D.

Aww you wrote a poem about me, haha sorry being vain. Superb write, My favorite :)

wonderful poem dear lady ... theres a lovely flow well done ... love and hugs Jayne-Chloe (http://www.neopoet.com/forum/36627-meet-n-greet-live-chat-thurs-apr-15th-9-11-pm-ny-est-host-poewriter58-welcome-new-member#comment-175177) ... Be there ~!~!~!

If I may, I'd like to offer a fix to: "it’s long pointed mouth" "It's" here being the possessive form of the sound of it's, the proper spelling comes out its. Many people are confused on this. You may not be---I don't know---perhaps it's just a typo. It's is the contracted form for "it is." I like the tone of your piece. It'd be a good message for a young'un to hear, something for to emulate in any/all dealings with other creatures of whatever stripe. There's of course another insight to be recognized: i.e., a person in at least a pseudomeditative state while out-looking, a person who's at ease with self, a person who listens with whole heart and not just with ears, who's comfortable with closeness/intimacy, who's able to touch/be touched w/o inner conflict rudely interjecting. And more, of course, much unfathomable, a feelness only, a withness unavailable (apparently) to many/most. Too many marvel at such a "gifted" person w/o then following up by embracing the model until it's possessed also by such onlookers. Possessed, that is, until it becomes part of the core of the person open to the possibility. I think very small children have special insight into such magnetism, an insight that gets (routinely) educated away by society's (and her representatives') imposed straitjackets, by her schools, by her (society's) incessant socializings in the ways of whatever's deemed proper. Enough already. Now I bore myself. Philosophizing, after all, has little interest for me. Connectedness I value highly. Extremely highly. Thanx for the prompting. Yours, Chuck

really enjoyed it love judy

shirley harrison so i say that empathy is a wonderful tool, if you can see your self as someone or something else it can change the mood. beautiful poem

Xnea Rosina My Rosalina Three and the same woman here, I congrat you on this lovely poem of yours. You hit it on a nail and I see your poetry coming alive as this one did it for me. I love it. Kudos to you my friend Love and Peace Mona xoxox Learn to live, learn to forgive. Life is too short.

This is truly wonderful Rosina. I took what you said on board and did what you suggested and am glad I did. A fine write indeed! Much love Millage x

Keep me as a pet The best dog I shall prove That’s a bet Well done u love poetry As much as I do Everyone reads you But those who read me On this site R yet very few Well sooner than later I’d better flew If I don't continue To have this flu

I don't know What and how Spot light is /decided, But such poetry should be left On the board Till it’s worn out read Such lovely words Said simply and straight, What of riddles and metaphors They all state. Poetry comes right from one’s heart As my this one Ere I’d start loved

Empathetic... is the antidote to pathetic. We know enough pathos in life. Great write, Rosina. Aren't you glad you're here? ~A "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." ~ A Course In Miracles

Ann of Norway This is a poem to my mother, it is she who bears all these traits, well now no longer with us, gone; yet when your words flowed out they were describing her, no doubt. And you didn't meet her although you could have done, she lived in Helensburgh, and all you have said about empathy here fits her, the birds waited, watching for her window to open, the animals were not frightened of her as they knew that she was kind instinctively. So for that I am reminded so much of her that I thank you compassionate Rosina for this resurrection of her, thank you mother for all you were for us in our lives, we loved you dearly. Love Ann.X