voices
June 24, 2014 at 3:09 pm 10 comments
¦
hanging onto every word
which
falls
gently
from
the
sky
¦
the
cherished
voices
from
our
past
which
never leave our side
¦
¦
dusk in Lakemoor, IL
¦
Entry filed under: feelings, human nature, in memory of, life, memories, Personal, poetry, ponderings, prose, reflections, Relationships, thoughts, writing. Tags: dreams, inspiration, journeys, love, observations, Poetry, voices, Words.
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1.
MichelleMarie | June 24, 2014 at 3:40 pm
Beautiful! 😀
2.
words4jp | June 24, 2014 at 4:16 pm
Thank you. It was just one of those first lines that popped into my head;)
3.
MichelleMarie | June 24, 2014 at 4:31 pm
I love how you write and that it flows so nicely!
4.
Paul Handover | June 24, 2014 at 3:52 pm
Love it!
5.
words4jp | June 24, 2014 at 4:15 pm
Thank you;)
6.
crimsonowl63 | June 24, 2014 at 6:52 pm
Beautiful. It brought a tear to my eye and my mother’s voice to mind. Thank you
7.
words4jp | June 24, 2014 at 10:01 pm
Awe, thank you;). There are certain voices I hear all the time. I love them.
8.
Brenda Davis Harsham | June 24, 2014 at 11:20 pm
Lovely. May we never forget those voices… 🙂
9.
redgladiola | June 25, 2014 at 2:27 pm
Came over here from Patty’s blog. You have such an interesting way of structuring your poems! I really enjoyed this one in particular. =)
10.
words4jp | June 25, 2014 at 2:54 pm
Thank you so very much for visiting. Your words are very sweet and greatly appreciated:)