My Watermarks in time

Gorgeous poetry 'arias of evermore..." that line writhes through my head, I love it Thank you! Sofie

You take up the offered brush and with the flourish of a Zen master in such controlled freedom you create a poem worthy of meditational wisdom, a parchment scroll not ancient yet timeless in its indelible expression. This fall of words suddenly became for me, a film in slow motion, just watch the cupped hand, the unfolding page the offered ink, the blood filled tears the red of loves riches the arias profoundly moving, the half hidden watermark, curved paper, so lovely embossed like the veins on a leaf, etched deep painful, exquisite, then the slow shutting of the book its heavy exterior a weight descending to describe its finished shape standing strongly a monumental memory for ever and then the film will throw out into the air all nature's fields of Parnasian glory all the most beautiful flowers and natural wonders pain and desperation all felt happenings from within its pages to make such a memorable passage in a journey through life's vicissitudes, we are left with awe and colourful thoughts as your fairy-like magic spreads through our minds. Our dear Jayne. I am in it. Ann with such love.

this reads like an oath... And, with the closing of my book lines will be straight the backs bound in titanium standing for all time Your book is etched into the fabric of time itself, dear one. Yours, ~Nina

My writing cannot hold a candle to the wording of this poem. Your use of language is excellent. I may say the same words to you in that I cannot find fault inywhere in this writing. It is a pleasure to read your work Chrys

Is this Jayne-Chloe's door? My goodness! Each word I place is cupped in my hands Pretty darned good! Brian

simply lovely. i agree with Nina, an oath that will stand the test of time.

You have evoked a forever poem, written with your poet's blood, marked in the passages above every doorway. Pascal lambs. mum Don’t let your victories go to your head, or your failures go to your heart.

Your words and pen strokes, once again are of the highest level, glad you drew my attention to this one, there are many people that would be so happy if they could write as well as this, Yours Ian.T

titanium, light and rustfree strong durable stuff like your poem

Hello poet. I find this a piece of truth mixed with a lot of fluf. So I do say it was a good read. Yet I'm starved to the meat. Good luck my friend and well done as to offer the stars you deserve. Steven A. Kacer

arias of evermore! I love that. What a powerful piece, One of the things i love about the medium of poetry is how we wrap our pain and frame it on paper! You have done that well. Chris

I am sure he will love it. I have to read some of his work too. I am so far behind. Your words are so deep and caring. Well dear Jayne,Seren, Enchantress, Empress of the Pen, I am so glad to see that the ink has not run out. Love ya hun. From me. XX

Dearest Jayne, I have got mixed up but send this on site anyway as it says something about me, us and you! I wasn't thinking the poem to me, for me, of me ,or anything other than that just before I had commented that your ink falls down onto he page etc.. and you said to that 'you give me a new idea for a poem,' and this fitted the bill; and I was extremely joyful that I had in any tiny way contributed to your most wonderful poem, your own most beautiful expression and appreciated by many as you see. Wonderful wonderful you with your magic thought patterns tumbling out for us all to ride on, like a magic horse through a special wonderland that you have created. In full admiration and love of your mind you dear Jayne from Ann

You are a true mate! You are one of the most steadfast and true mates I have ever known! While others grumble about some one else's troubles, you just jump in and offer your hand. As free as you are now, [without the mudding of rhyme] you will return to it from time to time. There are occasions that just demand it, and you are surely one of the best at it! Lots of love and hugs, and Holiday wishes to you and the family,~ Gee

Yes Jayne, You have earn it! What you might ask? You have the right to be etched in all our thoughts and hearts for eternity... with every piece of tooth and nail you graft into your work with soul infused tears and grit people just open up because of the spirit you have. This one might be bound in titanium put it is platinised with the argent essense of you. Not just to stand the test of time but to be valuable, or indeed pricless beyond compare to those who seek sanctuary in this world. To find love and peace embedded in your works Jayne is easy as it flows from you in to the poetry you write.... I hardly know you Jayne, yet because you are so very open it is easy to give you a piece of my heart and I am so sure so many people do the same. A beautiful poem from a beautiful person. A statuette of your poetry has been erected and signed for all to come by and view... metal pressed, hardstamped, tempered, normalised and galvanised to stand for all time. God this is so, so good and testiment for you! Dale :)

What a comment indeed and yet not overdone as the lady herself is a queen of love and knows that she has her words so close to her heart that they speak to all our hearts. I will not embellish, Dale has said it all so eloquently here and on another of your poems, thank you Dale. Love to you both from Ann.

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Perfection, thats all I have to say. Its like hearing a broken record when it comes to my comments.Sorry, I can't help it, you leave me with a loss for words. Love always, Elizabeth

Seren. Please understand as I look to see clear through the room in witch I stand. Walking agian from corner to corner I see a different aspect of life in you. Crumpling the parchment of simple truth set on a wave to the place you find only yours. Reflection of direction to a persons speach. The poem is well placed to my gray as it keeps me thinking of it time and time agian. As to the picture I see you still hide your eyes together. Enough of my twisted words yet in rebirth we will be as one the same can you see to the sun can you feal the cold . Perhaps not as I find the picture you placed warm and full. Take care my friend of words placed to the wind. I honestly enjoyed this quill placed to a virtual parchment. I hope wellness to your soul. Your friend from a far away place. A different aspect of life. As well as just me a man no more no less it will be. A fine New year. Sucking on a chilly dog as life passes by. See ya on the flip side of life. Steven A. Kacer

Seren, I laugh and say I could make you one. Yet it would not be that well to the plate. We could stand in the yard and watch my dog shake from the cold. No matter as it all is just the same. A different aspect of life swinging between the trees. See ya friend on the flip side of life. When you pass by I will know it is you the lady that is holding a book with a smile and a fine set of eyes one hidden behind a page. Steven A. Kacer

Awesome as the stars say...I imagine your wonderful weaving of words will inspire many a new growth of thought, onto a birth of new poemlets ( baby poems ) Now then woman, when the hell do you sleep? Great big watermarked hugs to you Seabhac