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2/15/2007 c1 6marcelline
Oh, baby...you are good. I wish I had half o' that goodness. :-)

This little introduction is kind of comical for me in a way. It's got a hint of sarcasm in there, but I could imagine seeing that posted in all seriousness of intention.

My uncle used to tell me when I was little that I things I wrote or thought about writing had been written already. That it was already someone's "know", someone's story and that all the things we poets and writers ever produced was an compilation of things our ancestors and predecessors and fellows already wrote.

I really like it. Let me go read the others now.
1/22/2007 c6 243Manuel Fajar
Incredibly it was not long ago our souls wandered innocent through time. Shape-shifting from one dream to the next until someone said it was time to grow up. But then, no peremptory order could ever childhood fantasies suppress with mere decree. Your poem elicits all those memories to pierce the barriers of years. Thank you, manuel.
1/11/2007 c1 612simpleplan13
I like this.. the title is great and the rest of it is just as good.. I like "mind fields" nice play on words and the italicizing is wonderful... great piece.. thanks so much for your extensive review. I greatly appreciated it.
1/11/2007 c5 243Manuel Fajar
it was so small a thing once being young

for all of life was rounded with love's laugh

each care was but a wrinkle in mom's face

each worry but a white strand on dad's hair

snowfall could come and just as freely go

blown leaves were joys of freedom floating by

each day was filled with being warm and loved

each night was but a dream of lullabies

then without realizing roles reversed

we care and nurture for life's new formed links

each moment brief a dewdrop in morn's sun

each smile of happiness a treasure sweet
1/9/2007 c2 Manuel Fajar
It was not long ago my daughters traipsed around like this; and, yet it was so long ago, that your words revived those happy images of innocent beauty without pretense. The impressionistic brushes in this poem, rather than blurring the picture of a child's joy, amplifies and intensifies it. m
1/8/2007 c1 Manuel Fajar
Thank you for your very thoughtful comments. You are right about the sentence, but I gave up a while back on revising/editing previous posts.

I like this piece for I believe we all share so much in a "telepathic" manner. Perhaps it's culture or it's ambience or it's Zeitgeist: call it what you will, there's a lot that gets transmitted in many strange ways and we all believe in or think about. m

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