Anne-Lise Andresen Poet Couplet

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- Death Not Suit You -

When the clouds are thick and the sky is gray
Conceded by pain, from the eye it will flow tears

Should have known, but could not find the reality
A journey through her soul, you taught her to stand in the storm

Consciousness ripples along the back ... quiet and invisible
The sea is calm, as death black silk ribbon










31.03.2017
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Lisa Ricci April 2, 2017 at 1:05 AM Dear Anne. Good Morning. If I could give you and your entry more than a 7 I would. My goodness this entry along with your words are outstanding. Your words spoke to me in a very strong way. Be proud of your execution and creation here Anne. I very much understood and enjoyed your work. Well done entirely. Anne-Lise Andresen April 4, 2017 at 12:19 PM - Many thanks for your great comments a 7 and friendly visit, Lisa - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Connie Marcum Wong April 1, 2017 at 7:18 PM There are some really awesome lines in this piece Anna-Lise! My favourite is: you taught her to stand in the storm. 7 ; ) Anne-Lise Andresen April 4, 2017 at 12:19 PM - Connie, many thanks for your great comments a 7 and friendly visit :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Paul Callus April 1, 2017 at 4:33 PM I am moved by the contrasting images on which the poem revolves, Anne-Lise. Dark, black and stormy are not strong enough to squash her resolve! #7 Hugs // paul Anne-Lise Andresen April 4, 2017 at 12:18 PM - Many thanks for your great comments a 7 and friendly visit, Paul :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Roy Pett April 1, 2017 at 3:44 AM Beautiful piece of poetry I could feel the sadness and the positivity, lovely picture also, Roy. :)) Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:47 PM - Roy, many thanks for friendly visits and lovely comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Demetrios Trifiatis April 1, 2017 at 2:16 AM Impressive deep writing dearest, Anne-Lise. A 7 my friend. Hugs! Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:46 PM - Many thanks for friendly visits a 7 and lovely comments, my friend Demetrios :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Emile Pinet March 31, 2017 at 10:26 PM Your words flow smoothly and sets the pace for this poem, one solitude and profound sadness. Emile. Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:45 PM - Many thanks for friendly visits and lovely comments, Emile :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Maria Williams March 31, 2017 at 9:48 PM Wow Anne-Lise, in a word Awesome, for the penned words, the visual, everything about it. A7+ Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:45 PM - Many thanks Maria, for friendly visits a 7 + and lovely comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Doug Vinson March 31, 2017 at 4:09 PM Anne-Lise, this is a delicious poem. The picture is perfect accompaniment. Tim is right - what a great line: "you taught her to stand in the storm." I think it's also a very crucial line - this is the positive anchor of the poem, and even as we then consider things quiet and invisible, and "death black silk ribbon" (which, though beautiful, seems sad) we have that sense that things are good. Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:44 PM - Many thanks for friendly visits and lovely comments, Doug :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Lynn Marie March 31, 2017 at 12:07 PM Wow Anne-Lise :-) Beautiful poetry. I love the emotion, imagery, this is a beauty a fave, 7+ blessings xxx enjoy a peaceful weekend. Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:43 PM - Many thanks Lynn, for friendly visits a 7 + fav. and lovely comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Tim Smith March 31, 2017 at 9:20 AM I love the line you taught me to stand in the storm...beautiful A-L Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:42 PM - Tim, many thanks for friendly visits and lovely comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Chris Green March 31, 2017 at 8:57 AM Really cool Anne-Lise. This comes across as a whisper on a cold breeze, something you hear in the dead of night while all is still. Your poetic voice is haunting in this wonderful piece. Anne-Lise Andresen April 1, 2017 at 12:41 PM - Many thanks Chris, for friendly visits and lovely comments :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)