its beautiful...

'September was crying under the whispering moon' What a start to this piece.

The whole thing is so lyrical, you've made September so poetic. Your have a sophisticated style of writing. I love your descriptions.

Haven't really looked into the previous pieces yet but I'm going to favorite this collection. :)

It's nice to see that you are continuing this series. Calling September the "Crying Month" seems so apt, as I am always sad to see summer fading away.

But you are in Australia, aren't you? So I guess the change of seasons wouldn't mean the same to you. Still, it's a good poem, and "pulling the blanket higher" gives the ending a special touch.

You know what? I've worked out what your poetry is to me. 'Remembered feelings'. Does that makes sense? I read your words and I can 'feel' how I felt because you write exactly that... 'daylight wander over whispering fields' I see the wind lightly tugging at wheatfields just as dusk arrives and I know exactly how I feel and the scent in the air and the temperature against my skin and everything else. Your my memory writer :)

Thanks for your review a little bit ago!

I like your word choices in the piece. They were really great. Some of the varying line lengths I didn't really like because they threw off the flow I think. I also the phrase "still frozen tears" that was a great image.

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this is a stunning collection.. chapter 3 is my favorite.. hope to read more soon

I am struck by how...perfect this is. It is literally, probably my favorite poem ever and I've read a lot of poetry. I particularly like the second stanza. It seems longer than it is, like a whole day passing within the length of a few words.

Just. Wow.

There are so many beautiful and emotive phrases in this I can't even begin to describe what I like about it. It gives me this wonderful dark picture in my head.

Absolutely wonderful.

I love this poem of yours.

I really admire this collection. As always your poetry is sublime. I particularly love the first and second stanza; the imagery within it is so ethereal. "My dream of piano keys in a softly fallen morning, Flowed over my bones and renewed pale strength." I feel as if I have enterd a dream. :D

You had my two fav instruments in this...

Piano and Violin...

LOVES IT LOTS AND LOTS!

I was gonna quote my fav bits here... but.. it was pretty much the entire thing... so... yeah,

INCANDESCENT!

Simply amazing!

xx

Wow! I really love this. Your collection is so sad, but so beautifully detailed. The mental images you create seem to pray for hope, even when everything is so desolate. -Favorited!-

Night board of chess mate sky...very good visual for me! Nice, flowing writing!

Little Miss Cullen Cutie