On a recent holiday, to a place we love. 'They have no hope in me. I have no hope in me!' A seventeen year old boy, face impassive, looking straight...
My writing class was given the task of writing biography/autobiography. a suggestion was to write it through the eyes of a childhood toy or pet. This is my attempt, not sure if it works but it is just the intro.
Silence encompassed the village. Faint trails of wood smoke wound a sinuous way up into the cloudless night sky. The heavens a soft velvet blue with...
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I just hope Tina that your
Posted on Sat, 06 Jun 2015
I just hope Tina that your poems bring you some kind peace. I know the heartache will never diminish but i am sure that your thoughts and images in your poetry will help others who find it difficult to express their feelings. I think it very...
Just before he died I bought my father a Yorkie bar, he never did eat it and it stopped in my mother's fridge for ages. Then one day she said you'd better eat it. I took it...
This is really wondrous and truly beautiful. I cannot pick which bits I like best. Should it be 'overhead a skylark..' Whatever the rest of the line makes me truly jealous, lovely. Eggnog sunlight , corrugated fields.
As always Tina you get down to the very simple, 'a moth's kiss', 'phantom moons, 'sanguine dawns' and manage to produce something exquisitly complex and extremely moving.
Lovely, and full of love. You manage with few words to bring her to life for a moment.
When my mother died I used to phone the number, knowing there'd be no reply. We inherited her cockatiel, thinking we'd find him a good home, he stayed...
I just hope Tina that your
Posted on Sat, 06 Jun 2015
I just hope Tina that your poems bring you some kind peace. I know the heartache will never diminish but i am sure that your thoughts and images in your poetry will help others who find it difficult to express their feelings. I think it very...
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Lovely Tina.
Posted on Sat, 30 May 2015
Lovely Tina.
So much feeling packed into a small space.
Just before he died I bought my father a Yorkie bar, he never did eat it and it stopped in my mother's fridge for ages. Then one day she said you'd better eat it. I took it...
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This is really wondrous and
Posted on Wed, 11 Mar 2015
This is really wondrous and truly beautiful. I cannot pick which bits I like best. Should it be 'overhead a skylark..' Whatever the rest of the line makes me truly jealous, lovely. Eggnog sunlight , corrugated fields.
Your poem is as...
Read full commentPosted in The Myth of Narcissus
'If I were a poet I'd find
Posted on Mon, 23 Feb 2015
'If I were a poet I'd find the words.' there you have it Tina, you are indeed a poet and a very good one.
So sad and full of loss, as always lovely images to savour.
Lindy
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This is so beautifully
Posted on Thu, 22 Jan 2015
This is so beautifully described and you make it come to life, except for the poor gull.
With the young you I was hoping that it was not really dead.
A nice thought provoking comment to end.
Lindy
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This builds up so well,
Posted on Tue, 28 Oct 2014
This builds up so well, skipping along with menace.
Lindy
Read full commentPosted in Malingee the Bush Ghost (I.P.)
As always Tina you get down
Posted on Thu, 09 Oct 2014
As always Tina you get down to the very simple, 'a moth's kiss', 'phantom moons, 'sanguine dawns' and manage to produce something exquisitly complex and extremely moving.
Lovely.
Lindy
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A holiday to treasure and
Posted on Sat, 30 Aug 2014
A holiday to treasure and with so many photos, and words to preserve it.
I wonder were there many more after that one.
Sad but with a great deal of joy.
Take care.
Lindy
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Lovely, and full of love. You
Posted on Mon, 18 Aug 2014
Lovely, and full of love. You manage with few words to bring her to life for a moment.
When my mother died I used to phone the number, knowing there'd be no reply. We inherited her cockatiel, thinking we'd find him a good home, he stayed...
Read full commentPosted in Present Imperfect
You have the knack of writing
Posted on Tue, 12 Aug 2014
You have the knack of writing about tragedies in your life without being mawkish.
Your choice of words and phrasing are very good.
'like a beacon at sea warning of rocks ahead' so descriptive, as is the last sentence.
Lindy
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