Haze Poem by Will Barber

luv it..............................................MR WILL

Beautiful. Cheers, Dawn

Perhaps to have loved so completely, is to have loved enough. But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning, Never sick, never old, never dead From itself never turning. Sir Walter Raleigh World class, Will. Your poetess friend, Sandra

The truest of loves never dies, never breaks and when it goes, torments and aches. You've expressed this sparingly, painfully. Beautiful, Will. Your friend always, Esther

Painful memories are desperate cries, but they keep coming back. Intense pain always tells us something esential. Time could not heal it.... perhaps a poem?

Will, your mastery is shining in this erudite piece that leads us to a point of embarkation, where we relate and enter emotionally...your verse absorbs the reader and doesn't let go. excellent work. -Tailor

Jaysus Will you are a master of this kind of poetry. This is such a silky, such a complete rendering of that unquenchable emotion/state of mind that afflicts (?) some of us that I was almost a loss for words - but not quite. It actually took me beyond that point and back into wordiness again. Immense - so small and precisely shaped. Btw. Love Lorca via Cohen. Dangers of Falangism real. Warning justified.All the best. jim

This is soooooooo good, the feeling intact reaches the reader, 'She floated on the waters Of Lake Hamilton, aware Of nothing save the waves, The wind, the air. That flows so well, Will you really do have such a fine art Love duncan X

Will a clear and beautifully painted tale.......hurts to hear it....... Love, D.