Traces of memories we leave in verse,
Which capture moments in time, that
Become invisible, once they are gone.
Traces of what we are and do and can do,
In our life from the day we are born, until
We die, a summation of hopes and fears.
Traces are the sticky air between, hope
I really enjoyed the main idea of Ian's poems. Also the descriptive parts to certain areas of his poems; an inspiration, and budding writer..
A pleasure to read your poems.Keep writing.
YOUR POEMS MAKES A HUMAN FEEL ALIVE AND PREPARE TO THE END OF HIMSELF 'MY POEMS, I'LL BE BACK MAMA, POETS IN DANGER AND HEAR THE CHILDREN CRYING ARE AS HOT AS BURNING FIRE. TAKE YOUR TIME AND SEE HOW THEY WILL TOUCH YOU.
Aye!
You were born into popularity upon not stressing.
Great you!
Very good poem. It has something in it that will make readers think for a while. Good job and keep up the good work.
beautiful and ever enchanting wings of poetry, i like your poems.