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Her Secret Visits

the creaking chains
of the old swing
where she once played...
she secretly visits,
the wind her accomplice 

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Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2017

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Vladislav Raven

July 19, 2018 at 8:26 AM

Hi Paul, as always, your words sing most beautiful visions. Reading this work i find a deep piece. I do believe that we shall be able to return to the places we loved in life. The picture does compliment your wonderful words superbly. Moments sung so gently through poetic words. Finding peace in the vision. Have a wonderful Thursday. Your friend always....Mike.

July 24, 2018 at 9:09 AM

Many thanks for your feedback and complimentary remarks, Mike. Always a pleasure to have you stopping by, my friend. [Been without a computer for about 2 weeks; thankfully it is now back in good working order!] Regards // paul

December 18, 2017 at 8:49 PM

I love the serene spirituality of this breathtaking write Paul. Your stunning words beautifully portray someone whose spirit returns to a place she still loves and loved dearly during her physical life on Earth. Enchanting imagery that is alive with sights, sounds and feelings.. Your last line is gorgeous. Warmest wishes ~Susan

December 19, 2017 at 9:41 AM

Yours is an exact picture of what I had in mind, Susan! It is a satisfaction to know that the reader has got it all worked out. Thank you for your keen, insightful feedback, and yes, the final line is the ribbon around the parcel! ~ Warm regards // paul

August 25, 2017 at 4:28 PM

...and in her mind, she will forever swing high and free. You excel at these few words, profound impact poems Paul. This is a beautiful timeless gem. a fave... thank you for all of your amazing comments and replies. I appreciate you. Enjoy a lovely weekend:)

August 27, 2017 at 9:10 AM

Thank you Lynn, your lovely comments are truly appreciated...so is your continued support. Have a lovely Sunday:) Regards // paul

Andrea Dietrich

June 18, 2017 at 5:24 PM

Just keep clicking on poems I have already read. Let me go see which poem is your "best" one right now.

June 24, 2017 at 8:29 AM

Grrrrr...I know what it's like, Andrea!! I'm going to ask Soup if it's possible to have something similar to Twitter, where a colored sign enables you to distinguish between un/read. Regards // paul

June 3, 2017 at 5:58 PM

I can hear the creaking chain of the swing. ~*

June 4, 2017 at 3:36 AM

Are you tempted to get on that swing, Eve!! Regards // paul

Anne-Lise Andresen

May 30, 2017 at 12:42 PM

- I will think she visits this place often ... this is where she has her memories - A lovely poem, Paul - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

May 30, 2017 at 2:01 PM

That's how I also imagine it to be, Anne-Lise:) Thank you for a lovely visit. ~ Regards & Hugs // paul

May 30, 2017 at 5:54 AM

This is so beautiful and scary... But I enjoyed it thoroughly.... Love it...

May 30, 2017 at 1:55 PM

I am pleased that you enjoyed it, Supraja...thank you! Regards // paul

May 29, 2017 at 1:11 PM

This is so very beautiful,Paul.....I am loving it...

May 30, 2017 at 1:50 PM

Many thanks, Anand. Pleased to make your acquaintance. ~ Regards // paul

May 29, 2017 at 11:39 AM

Oh My Goodness. Good Afternoon Paul. The title caught my eye and the words even in their brevity kept my attention and interest. This is stunning. No I am not talking of the attached image. I am speaking of your words moment in time the place etc. Everything adds up to enchantment and yes marvelous poetic expression. Well done completely. Enjoy the afternoon.

May 30, 2017 at 11:38 AM

Your complimentary feedback is always music to the ear, Lisa! Thank you for your pleasant and encouraging visits. Regards // paul

Ravi Sathasivam

May 29, 2017 at 2:09 AM

Excellent. Sentimental memories to be remembered always. Well penned. Thanks for sharing it.

May 30, 2017 at 11:15 AM

Thank you for the lovely comments, Ravi. Regards // paul

Andrea Dietrich

May 29, 2017 at 12:55 AM

oh wow, I LOVE how you put that last line there. That really tied it up beautifully. Also the picture is fantastic. This could perhaps be modified to a cinquain for that one contest if you never did it yet? Let me go see if I can find a cinquain by you.

May 29, 2017 at 4:26 PM

Thank you, Andrea. I've been busy; will take a look at the contest. Regards // paul

Andrea Dietrich

May 29, 2017 at 12:54 AM

Paul, Snickers is less elusive now.I got a link to him at FB.

May 29, 2017 at 11:32 AM

Have just paid him a visit :)

Michelle Mac Donald

May 28, 2017 at 3:34 PM

A warm and winsome scenario, Paul.:) The animation nicely compliments this poem. Best wishes, Mikki

May 29, 2017 at 5:44 PM

Thank you for a delightful visit, Mikki:) I believe that this is the first time our paths have crossed. ~ Regards // paul

May 28, 2017 at 10:30 AM

What I love about your poetry Paul is how much you can say with such few words. I am stuck always using too many words. I envy your talent.

May 28, 2017 at 3:02 PM

Thank you, Armand. Fortunately we differ from one another....how boring life would be were we all the same:) Regards // paul

May 28, 2017 at 6:45 AM

Oh what wonderful memories your lovely poem brings back Paul. I still cant resist one when we take the dog for a walk in the park..... Maria

May 28, 2017 at 8:32 AM

Glad that the memories are lovely ones, Maria:) Thank you for stopping by. Regards // paul

May 27, 2017 at 5:36 PM

what wonderful imagery this really appeals to the senses Paul :-) I can relate big time to this Paul as a few years back we went back to a playground where we used to take our son and had fun on the swings and other kiddies play equipment lol - you are never too old to have fun!:-) hugs Jan

May 28, 2017 at 3:44 AM

Thank you, Jan. I too have been guilty of going on swings, using Valentina as an excuse :) I hoped to use the wind as an accomplice so that the swing moves but nobody is visible to human eye...perhaps a ghost that keeps returning to its past!! Hugs // paul

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