Hush now...Shush...

Hellon,
Your pieces always leave me mesmerised. This particular piece reminds me of when I was a little girl and didn't know how to tell the time so one day would feel alot longer than others then as I had no worries and as I got older and was able to play outside I would have to be hold by time the streetlights' started to turn on and the sun was setting. Now, it reminds me of the days where I seem to get nothing done though do alot because there doesn't seem enough hours in the day but I always try and watch the sun setting because it's a beautiful thing and seems to take away what worries I have even of for a few minutes of each day.

What a wonderful piece filled with vivid imagery. Time stops for no man or woman in our case.
All the best, Em

Hello Hellon.

After reading this write I just drowned in my past wonderful days. Seems like you admire the nature very well or the nature lives within you. Such great wording and written with great rhythm.

The scene is very very poetic. Best of luck. Brilliant poem.

I love this and I think everyone feels this way at least once in their life. Keep up the excellent work.

-Belle

Hello Hellon,

I have days like these too...

days where your mind becomes lost in contemplative thought; absorbing everything in a subconscious way, but still drifting like a vagabond from events, moments, whispers, kisses, both made up of firsts, first embraces, laughter, shouting and love, lost, found, found again and never to be found again - all of this drifting within the breeze of the mind.

and then...

the morning sunshine has turned into the shadowed slanted sunset on the emerald watery fields of the sea; a sea that rhythmic patterns and hypnotic sounds can induce deep thought in the best of us. After all, is that not why we all enjoy the sea?

Hellon, you have a way of condensing the very large into the very small. This makes for a potent write which this reader can fill with his own wonder of the ocean and its affects.

Thank you once again,

Take care,

Michael

Hellon,

I regularly read your poetry and come away feeling like I may have secretly been subjected to opium or some other hallucinogenic drug. This is mystical and magical all at once.

SL