AGE:
43
LOC: Walsenburg, CO
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 16
LOC: Walsenburg, CO
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: August 16
Just a few words to all that review my work – IF YOU ARE GOING TO GO ON AND ON about PUNCTUATION AND CAPITALIZATION then do not bother to read. I am a firm believer in the use of line length and form, and find the conventional use of p&c distasteful and distracting. Please do a web search on Poetry and line lengths – poetry and punctuation, and broaden your horizons. In prose and other writing such conventions are needed. In Poetry it is not! I am published I have graduated from college as an English major and I still find poetry that has to rely on punctuation to make a point sad. It is my opinion and the opinion of many other poets the world over. So do not waste my points on a review that centers on this complaint. If you still wish t…
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Awakened by silver moonbeams streaming through windows wide glinting off mirrors that wall this our room to hide I reach over to you slide my hand down your chest muscled hair roughened strong I am blessed lightly you stir at my sweet gentle touch even in sleep so deep far away you reach out to captured my soul my senses heightened to the sound of your breath deeply relaxed steady and strong so very much like you I can not help but to wander my hands caressing with love that which brings plea...
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Snapshot photography, each frame an experience.
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Explore Beauty, Share Experience, Celebrate Self
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Open the bolted door Open the window and let in the air Open the closet and let the skeleton walk The bolted door protects from the unknown The unknown out there Where pretty people are ugly Inside Where their words are bitter Filled with hate and lies The closed window suffocates at times It gets hot and stuffy in here Yet fresh air can carry with it great burdens On it travel the voices of those that pass Harsh and full of opinions foreign to this mind The closet hides all things feared The...
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The wind chimes tinkle softly in the mid-summer breeze. A deep woodwind sound that resonates in the soul. A balm to the mind, So natural and low. It brings the thought of native nights, Alive with fire and beating drums. Two dance naked among the clouds, Branches etched in shadows. Summer showers fall, to cool the thickened air. No lights shine, from the burdened sky. Clouds blanket the stars, They echo each drops that falls. The fire spits and crackles, Dampened by the tears from heaven’s ey...
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You hae a wonderful talent at creating a believable love relationship. As always I am impressed.
I must say you creae a story that pulls the reader in. I have read other chapters of this and each I read just makes me love your characters more. The raw emotion in this chapter is powerful.
All in all you tell a good story. Personal experience is sometimes a very vivid thing and I think that maybe you could touch on the vivacious feel a little more than you did. Be more descriptive and let the feelings make themselves clear. As for the items in parenthesis. Drop the first set it is unecessary and holds no real descriptive value. Keep the "sunny of the second and drop the now. There was a small error, you need a "the" in front of Smithsonian. Your writing here is clear and precis...
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