konnichi wa

I think my favorite part was the beginning where you described it as "a field of sunflowers / you pass every day to the bus-stop / but never noticed." It just really made it real for me because I can picture myself doing that. There are so many things you pass by every single, single day and never notice because you don't take the time to LOOK. So that was really beautiful.

Hm, I would love for you to write a sequel... meaning, I want to know what the memories were - specific ones, you know? This was really touching. :) I want to know more; I'm craving more.

Ha det

-Shan-

That was extremely sweet. It brought a smile to my face - let me appreciate the good parts again.

I think maybe you could take out the words "to the bus stop" and leave the rest of the line on its own 'cause I think it effects the rhythm somewhat.

Good work, well done.

suddenly, they spring

like a field of sunflowers

you pass everyday to the bus-stop

but never noticed.

not sure i like this

BUT the ending really did it for me. :)

made the whole poem worth it.

quite good.

memories can be comforting.

then again, they can hurt too.

nice.

that poem is great!

i can really relate to it!

write on!

-w. griffin