 simpleplan13 2007-07-24 . chapter 228great metaphor.. beautiful descriptions |
 J-Kid 2005-11-18 . chapter 8I don't have time to/sit stare read and admire/a master's work now
please forgive the draft/ poor Haiku (rushed) and a first/so glad there's no rhyme.-(heh. chuck it. But I'll be back to finish the rest of your poems. Eventually.)
really like your verse"Serendipity,Magic in a chance event,—That is what love does." |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-06-07 . chapter 28Ah, defeats censorship and proclaims victory for the writer's quest. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-06-07 . chapter 27Fun experimenting of formatting. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-06-07 . chapter 25What fascinating formatting. Reminds me of my kitten. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-06-07 . chapter 24I love that, "dewdrops on yellow" |
 NumblesTheAuthor 2005-05-31 . chapter 163this is interesting, how you use the way others inspire you in a very direct way.. nicely done! |
 pneumothorax 2005-05-28 . chapter 163Very good.
"Just a bit of snow,—Seems to interfere with life,¿Where is beauty’s glow?"
Saddening line this one seemed. Interesting idea, although I don't necessarily agree. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 23How I love winter. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 22I enjoy your author notes, they are often as lovely and poetic as the poem itself. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 13Too bad life is so short. Maybe not so sweet, If it were long.
-Makes one wonder in their idealistic wishes to live forever. Or when the child exclaims "I could never die!" Should I even wish for a thousand years, or be satisfied with a couple? Would the enchantments of a time wellspent be muddled through the every day? |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 12Very sincere, endearing. |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 11Hm, fun. :) |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 10I like this, lovely, smoky imagery |
 Nobody-n-Particular 2005-05-08 . chapter 9Brown hair feels like down, Fluffs and whirls on head softly, Then tousles around.
- So very lighthearted, brought a smile to my face
Magical Hula, Wansome dance sings songs to life— ¿Can your hands speak truth?
- Your writing often seems to evoke that, (what do they call it?) magic realism of sorts. Very nice. |