Heart Cafted Poems - 2020
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Comment from Julie Sandy
Lovely story, it's difficult to write with such a short word count but this is really well thought out.
The moon is such a beautiful and thought-provoking thing to look at in the night's sky, this really comes across in your story.
Good Luck
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Lovely story, it's difficult to write with such a short word count but this is really well thought out.
The moon is such a beautiful and thought-provoking thing to look at in the night's sky, this really comes across in your story.
Good Luck
Comment Written 20-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Julie, thank you for the validation.
Comment from kmoss
This is a very strong entry for the contest! Really good description. My fav parts: My heartbeat slows to match the rhythm of the pace of nature while at restful sleep. And the ending really sealed it up nicely!
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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This is a very strong entry for the contest! Really good description. My fav parts: My heartbeat slows to match the rhythm of the pace of nature while at restful sleep. And the ending really sealed it up nicely!
Comment Written 20-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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I am very grateful for your review.
Comment from Elizabeth Emerald
Haunting. Stunning imagery--Thoughts stir, unwinding, like silent reels whirling of bygone days when you sat beside me--star-worthy in itself!
Intriguing closer, cleverly phrased.
rhythm [omit: of the pace] of nature
That solo call matches this Mourning moon phase's tenor (?) separating (?) the winter solstice (?), reminding me of the cycles of life we once shared.
moral [MORTAL] soul
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Haunting. Stunning imagery--Thoughts stir, unwinding, like silent reels whirling of bygone days when you sat beside me--star-worthy in itself!
Intriguing closer, cleverly phrased.
rhythm [omit: of the pace] of nature
That solo call matches this Mourning moon phase's tenor (?) separating (?) the winter solstice (?), reminding me of the cycles of life we once shared.
moral [MORTAL] soul
Comment Written 20-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Thank you
Comment from Jasmine Girl
This piece is beautifully written. It is almost like a prose poem. I like your similes and metaphors in this piece of writing. You should write a poetry version of this story.
Well done.
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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This piece is beautifully written. It is almost like a prose poem. I like your similes and metaphors in this piece of writing. You should write a poetry version of this story.
Well done.
Comment Written 19-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Lisa thank you, I will put that in the must do hopper, :)
Comment from Jay Squires
That moon will get you every time. I'd not heard of a November Beaver moon, so I had to let Google help me out. I'm glad I did because it also mentioned the mourning moon, which is more apropos to your poem of love lost, love remembered, love hoped-for still. This is a good poem whose images tie together the moon's meanings vis-a-vis romance.
Good poem. I wish you luck with it.
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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That moon will get you every time. I'd not heard of a November Beaver moon, so I had to let Google help me out. I'm glad I did because it also mentioned the mourning moon, which is more apropos to your poem of love lost, love remembered, love hoped-for still. This is a good poem whose images tie together the moon's meanings vis-a-vis romance.
Good poem. I wish you luck with it.
Comment Written 19-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Jay thanks for the input, I shall make a note about mourning moon in the authors notes.
Comment from roof35
I especially like the beginning and the end. The illustration is lovely and sets the stage for your words. The ending, "How many ways..." sums it u beautifully.
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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I especially like the beginning and the end. The illustration is lovely and sets the stage for your words. The ending, "How many ways..." sums it u beautifully.
Comment Written 19-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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roof35, thank you, I seldom write prose, so the input helps.
Comment from Susan X Smith
This is a bittersweet poem about a love lost and the one who mourns being consoled by the beauty of nature. A love relationship is certainly a journey without a passport.
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reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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This is a bittersweet poem about a love lost and the one who mourns being consoled by the beauty of nature. A love relationship is certainly a journey without a passport.
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Comment Written 19-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Susan thank yo I appreciate that you captured the metaphor of the pssport.
Comment from royowen
I've often wondered what it is that moves us so much in our lives that never quite moved us before. As we age it still seems to grow sharper, and the longer we live the more people leave us behind, the stronger it becomes, well done, beautifully written my friend, blessings Roy
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reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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I've often wondered what it is that moves us so much in our lives that never quite moved us before. As we age it still seems to grow sharper, and the longer we live the more people leave us behind, the stronger it becomes, well done, beautifully written my friend, blessings Roy
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Comment Written 19-Nov-2020
reply by the author on 20-Nov-2020
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Roy, thank you, enjoy a splendid weekend.
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Bless ypu