Thank you so much for that. : Thank you so much for that. Tonight is supposed to be the last of a long run of dismal skies (my vicinity has only experienced partly or fully sunny skies three days this month). The poem came as I listened to the forecaster. Thanks again for commenting.
What a precise and stellar: What a precise and stellar breakdown of my journey! Thank you so much for the pleasure and the privilege of your visit. Your support means the world to me, gifted Poet.
I need a weather app that: I need a weather app that reminds me of this truth every day! With succinct, ascending and promising beauty you took me to a higher elevation. Just what I needed right now. God bless you!
lol, well put. what path to: lol, well put. what path to take, who to follow, and why the hell not lead for once? guess as long as we all have cable we'll survive.
Your words ask for guidance,: Your words ask for guidance, and then lead this reader to wander through haunting phrases, adorned by beautiful images, manifesting themselves into the rebirth of faith, understanding, and the acceptance of life itself. Thank you for sharing your journey.
It's always a pleasure to visit here, thank you for sharing your talent.
Mighty glad to hear that.: Mighty glad to hear that. Thank you kindly. Physical and visual shapes are quite tricky when words do not always morph happily into the 5 senses.
Thanks pjj! Indeed there: Thanks pjj! Indeed there appear to be more unwritten poems than those that see the light. Perhaps writing them out allows them to be shared and even possibly be immortalized!
Do you recall this song?: Stockings, they are just sheer stockings
Can't forget those stockings
Sheer stockings I love
Crying, I cannot stop crying
Trying to forget those
Sheer stockings I love
Stockings, love those sheer stockings
Why'd you ever take them off?
They really turn me on
Stockings, miss your sheer stockings
I need your stockings
Need them in my life..