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Left Over Visions

I see all the things that have come and gone... Left with visions of half smiles that saw their way on... Sand castles of ideas slowly pulled to the ground... Disolving into yesterday with just a small sound... A portrait of me with airbrushed tears on a old smile... That has outlined wrinkles that came and stayed a while... In this pile of thoughts there is always a face I can never see... But when it draws closer, it's clear that it's always me...

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Dinda Minardi

Date: 1/13/2012 8:54:00 AM

love how you close this poem, Michael. Interesting twist.

Lizanne Scholtz

Date: 1/11/2012 2:50:00 PM

Lovely, Congratulations on your Win Micheal. Elizabeth

Jon Arno

Date: 1/9/2012 10:10:00 PM

Congratulations on your great write. Best regards, Jon

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/9/2012 9:03:00 PM

wow, reflective and deep. One I'd not seen before! Loved the line about wrinkles that stayed a while (try forever. hahaha) LOVE it and congratulations.

Wilma Neels

Date: 1/9/2012 11:22:00 AM

See? I had a feeling this one would be on the winner's list Michael, congratulations on your awesome first place win ;) love Wilma

Joyce Johnson

Date: 1/9/2012 10:07:00 AM

Very thoughtful poem that needs rereading to appreciate. Congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce

Bob Quigley

Date: 1/9/2012 8:46:00 AM

"Sand castles of ideas slowly pulled to the ground". What a great line. Congratulations Michael

Gwendolen Song

Date: 1/9/2012 7:56:00 AM

Congrats on your creative beauty here, Michael. Gwendolen

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 1/9/2012 6:29:00 AM

Congratulations on you win in Brian's contest Michael. Love, Carol

Don Johnson

Date: 1/8/2012 7:04:00 PM

Yet look upon me face n see, some other bugger looks back at me , where is johnson he was orright, must have buggered of into the night, him i still can't see....?

Robert Pettit

Date: 1/8/2012 5:35:00 PM

Fanciful descriptiveness and rhyming here, Michael. Another fine presentation.

Wilma Neels

Date: 1/8/2012 1:40:00 PM

Another beauty from your Michael, I really enjoy your introspective writes like this one ;) Hope you are enjoying the game!! love ya wilma

John Aaron Green

Date: 1/8/2012 8:55:00 AM

WOW,,my brotha,,you are a deep writer,,i like how this feels,,i try to share emotions,,and feeling to,,,,,,this is a masterpiece,,and is such a treat to read,,,just enjoyed it so,,thanks for your very kind comments,,and it is very nice to read your poetry.....god bless....

James Fraser

Date: 1/8/2012 8:28:00 AM

Powerful, emotional, yet beautiful in a way Michael. Your writing just gets stronger and stronger. Have a lovely Sunday :)

Red Fiery

Date: 1/8/2012 8:03:00 AM

Collaborations are always lovable...! This poem is really soothing to read, I like the natural flow u hVE,,,IT IS REALLY CAPTIVATING IN ALL THE WAYS

Jod!E Quintero

Date: 1/8/2012 7:05:00 AM

Beautiful...Love how you brought this one full circle. Thanks for sharing. JodieQ

Tracy Edwards

Date: 1/8/2012 3:35:00 AM

Learning to face and embrace one flaws and imperfections is part of walking the path of life...Lovely Michael, Trace xxx

Carrie Richards

Date: 1/7/2012 7:03:00 PM

I have read this one over and over. It has more to offer each time it is read....lovely work!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 1/7/2012 6:12:00 PM

feeling deep emotion in this piece Michael luv.. so missed u and lovely words of depth... appreciate sweet sentimental comments today.. Italy is good medicine for me... lovely scenes and weather.. all fussing over me.. I am loving it..haha.. hope to talk to u soon... GO WIN TO G MEN!!!JG forever and always..

Lizanne Scholtz

Date: 1/7/2012 5:47:00 PM

Love your work, best wishes for the New Year Elizabeth

Linda Rutherford

Date: 1/7/2012 5:45:00 PM

Memories are always seen with the heart, not the head. And thought is with the head, not the heart, but the face we see in the mirror is always us...Even if we sometimes don't see it...Wonderful poem with some deep thoughts and a touch of sadness to it...Linda