Michael J. Falotico Poet Couplet

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 January 13, 2012 at 8:54 AM love how you close this poem, Michael. Interesting twist.

Lizanne Scholtz January 11, 2012 at 2:50 PM Lovely, Congratulations on your Win Micheal. Elizabeth

Jon Arno January 9, 2012 at 10:10 PM Congratulations on your great write. Best regards, Jon

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2012 at 9:03 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 January 9, 2012 at 11:22 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 January 9, 2012 at 10:07 AM Very thoughtful poem that needs rereading to appreciate. Congratulations on your win. Love, Joyce

Bob Quigley January 9, 2012 at 8:46 AM "Sand castles of ideas slowly pulled to the ground". What a great line. Congratulations Michael

Gwendolen Song January 9, 2012 at 7:56 AM Congrats on your creative beauty here, Michael. Gwendolen

Carol Sunshine Brown January 9, 2012 at 6:29 AM Congratulations on you win in Brian's contest Michael. Love, Carol

Don Johnson January 8, 2012 at 7:04 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 January 8, 2012 at 5:35 PM Fanciful descriptiveness and rhyming here, Michael. Another fine presentation.

Wilma Neels January 8, 2012 at 1:40 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 January 8, 2012 at 8:55 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 January 8, 2012 at 8:28 AM Powerful, emotional, yet beautiful in a way Michael. Your writing just gets stronger and stronger. Have a lovely Sunday :)

Red Fiery January 8, 2012 at 8:03 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 January 8, 2012 at 7:05 AM Beautiful...Love how you brought this one full circle. Thanks for sharing. JodieQ

Tracy Edwards January 8, 2012 at 3:35 AM Learning to face and embrace one flaws and imperfections is part of walking the path of life...Lovely Michael, Trace xxx

Carrie Richards January 7, 2012 at 7:03 PM I have read this one over and over. It has more to offer each time it is read....lovely work!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart January 7, 2012 at 6:12 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 January 7, 2012 at 5:47 PM Love your work, best wishes for the New Year Elizabeth

Linda Rutherford January 7, 2012 at 5:45 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

Cory Long January 7, 2012 at 3:57 PM this was beautiful Michael.. Nicely done hope all is well. cory

Dan Kearley January 7, 2012 at 2:13 PM I can feel the heart in this write.It reminded me of myself.Very nice!(with a smile to brighten your day) :o) Michael J. Falotico January 7, 2012 at 3:08 PM Thanks Dan. Your comments mean a lot ..

Sara Kendrick January 7, 2012 at 2:02 PM Very profound work..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..I especially like the line says "That has outlined wrinkles that came and stayed a while"..Sara

Russell Sivey January 7, 2012 at 1:28 PM Wow, fantastic write...I just love your poem!! This is a cut above your best Michael! I enjoyed this poem! Awesome Work!!

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