Some hands always need their gloves.
Someone cast a dream awayA tributary of a dayThat started out a precious rhymeA jewel of another time,A tumbleweed upon a beachReality blown out of reachTo search for what had once been soWhen roses...
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melodic, dreamy and full of sunset radiance....really good end rhymes, here, Keith---you surely are a painterly poet; your words dance in dynamic hues and shapes
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Keith,I read your poem and feel so peaceful.Evening sunsets are one of life's great treasure's..filtered through a glade adds another dimension,even in the fading. Many a peaceful sigh in...
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Wonderfully soothing rhythm to this lovely poem Keith. Regards, Maryse
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Keith, Lush and beautiful...we have had some glorious sunsets here in Niagara of late, and through a poet's eyes - the poet carries all sunsets with him/her, and to use your own words, these lines...
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I always enjoy reading you, Keith.Your poems dance with such rhythm, no matter the topic."Sometimes, sometimes is all we need" Love that!
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