Passing Blindness

Lovely write Lorna as always...enjoy reading your work....Thank you.

Endless waiting for much hope.
Morning till the rising moon,
So steadily down the slope.

This poem is fairly aching with such a sense of quiet melancholy and fruitless yearning.
With the subtle wave-pattern meter and imagery, you evoke the thoughts of someone lost in a personal limbo; and yet, there is still a tiny glimmer of hope. Even as she loses heart...there are flecks of it in the stars above her.

A masterful piece of melancholic writing!!

J xxxx

Hey MISS CAIZLEY!!:........this was a great read....... with the picture adding to the melancholy word choices and phrasing perfectly!!......." Despair turns soon to madness".....VERY leading phrases that compels the ear.......ALL STARS!!!..... well done my friend.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo. ?☀✴✳

So many hours are spent in waiting of something..anything to make us feel alive.  Sometimes we have to sit in that place and rest, heal before we are ready to take it all back on again.  But that's where hope lives inside us all.. Deep and emotional.. xo

Exquisitely orchestrated piece, with flair, which provides so much insight and appreciation of deep seated emotion ( created by lifes influence on perception ).

You have a talent for putting complex scenarios into a richly rewarding structure that is simply moving.

Warmest wishes. xOx

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Hi  Lorna Just caught this one glad i did
This has a sad emotional feel to it, of her waiting and longing
for some one or something
On and on she waits, until it drives her mad (just my thoughts )
Great write! 
Best wishes Debs xx