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Glowing in the Unknown Glowing conceited where are we going? When rain gives us time and percussion, clouds take our light and removes us from the earth to which our ...

Once Again To be the droplet of water descending from a gull’s wing falling, splitting in the air, time abating Silvery moonlight, glittering through the rain serenity reaches the night ...

Snow Adrift Gentle snowflakes fall, each only aware of some hundreds of companions in the millions that fill the air above me. A visual weight of white erases the thoughts ...

Gradual Storms Driving in the clear and silent night, watching the western horizon flicker, highlighting fluffy storm clouds. At home, rain, starts as a light pitter patter, almost comes to ...

Thanks you, my darling Peng, and madame President. I will definitely take some of your suggestions. The movie rather than slide show technique is the perfect way of describing my ...

Jars of Stars That night, you brought down so many stars for me that I needed golashes and my blue umbrella. Now, these tiny specks of light stored in your ...

Drifting The blue evening glow surrounds me as I sit near the window taking advantage of what natural daylight is left to drift my pencil across textured paper carefully shading ...

milk n. 1. Nutritious and essential substance that is fed to a child by his or her mother in infancy. Warm. Not remembered. 2. White processed and pasteurized  liquid served cold ...

I like it! Usually first poems are less than fantastic, but this was cute. Rhyming is difficult to carry off successfully, but I think this poem was kept short, cute ...

Ah, the drama of a love poem. Your style reminds me of my own poetry from a few years ago. It’s good, and sounds pretty, but a bit over dramatic. ...

This just might be my style preference, but I feel like this is too blocky, and needs to be broken up into more lines. “In the beginning, formed in wind ...

Under the bitter red and black tree -- The rhythm on this line is awkward in the stanza. Perhaps “red-black tree” still gets it across while keeping it more in ...

Nostaliga Memory, recollection, nostaligia, but it feels so fresh. So much that tears threaten my eyes, and I try to clear my mind. So much raw emotion I felt, that ...

Bought. :)

Elinor - Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it! It was great meeting you in the chat as well. :) Suz - First of all, thanks! I'm glad you ...