FEEDBACK FROM READERS OF HEART’S THREAD

 

G.K.C.

 

To me, it's a breakthrough in uplifting your spirits, you are flying high by sheer determination 

for the joy of creations. There are plenty of ups and downs, triumphs and defeats in life,

but your spirits were never broken.

 

There is one poem which threads your life learning and spiritual growth in this book; 

"The Sky is not the limit.” You soar above and beyond every foe like Livingston Seagull into the clouds.

Although at times, you cannot forget that you have to carry the torch all by yourself like the Livingston crashing into the water for not being able to master the skill. You are determined to explore a new elevation by flapping your wings, even you have to fly with all your might.

 

You never regret the opportunity missed as long as you strive to better yourself.

You set your eyes on the bigger things waiting for the breakthrough, not just to evade the plight.

You sow and plow until you hold your head high with empathy to a workman's fate.

You sail into an uncharted sea with no regard to the last glimmer of sun rays.

While saturated in sunset, you see the seagull soars.

 

You learn from the Sullivan, the wise become the most fearless gull and pass the torch to Fletcher and Terence, the young and outcast birds just like you. The torch is lit, for that there is a hope. It must be quite a fete.

 

You remember how bright the sun can be and how hope can last beyond what we can see.

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C.S.

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Your poems are landing, like a fighter punching with power.

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G.K.

 

I couldn’t resist responding in Chaucer's poetry form that you used for this volume of your poetry.  I’ve dabbled a little in short and simple poetry since childhood, and am not familiar at all with the 7-line rhyme royal stanza.  In fact, I’m not familiar with poetry forms at all, I just enjoy stringing words that belong well together in a message or reflection.

Hope you enjoy my efforts below, and thank you for inspiring me to write my first poem of 2020!  

 
Reading your life journey in rhyme
Has inspired words from the heart
Your thread weaves memories through time
When moments meld or stand apart
And endings find new points to start
I hope one point is pinned for me
Where it will lead me, we shall see

 

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M.L.

 

I don't have enough proper vocabulary to use when it comes to describing my feelings in this case.

 

The "Prelude" piece indeed felt as if a thunderstorm had hit me. It captured or engulfed me entirely

with the same sadness you experienced the day you lost your mother.

 

At the tender age of 6, describing a small you sitting in the car, can only see the wipers and no sense where you were going. So powerful, yet indescribably sad.

 

One comparison which came to mind is the beginning of young Yuri Zhivago attending his mother's funeral on a bitterly frozen, cold Siberia wintry day. The adults all know what's going on, but could the kid, the only one being affected most profoundly, on that fateful day.

 

Thanks for sharing with your readers your innermost thoughts through the years.