Cherish all the little things: Cherish all the little things
Hear the lark, hear how he sings
Or the sound of children laughiing
Or the sound of children laughing
Something's wrong, I just know it
Even obvious to me, you show it
Love is why I'm here today
I'm listening, you'd like to say
'Fuck this life! I want to die!'
Enlightenment. Give it a try
Thanks Bard,
I haven't been: Thanks Bard,
I haven't been sick like this since getting Covid a few years back. I'm glad to be feeling much better today and finally back to work, but I'm still a wee bit under the weather! Fortunately, this should be near it's end.
Get well brother, that's no: Get well brother, that's no ride in the park. Had something similar for years getting fevers in the afternoon, congestion and irritable throat tract, epipharyngitis it was. No fun. Prayers and thoughts of well being your way.
The concept of the spider pet: The concept of the spider pet dream-weaving is excellent! and lines weaving into themselves, each other and into the next allows for a type of stream of consciousness found in prose literature. So glad you picked out that aspect and feature. Cheers dear poet! Rik
Mermaid ain't got a clue: Such an elaborate tapestry of thought, the lines tied into themselves with silken intricacies! what spider pets might dream to weave!
The title serves as part of: The title serves as part of the poem without being intrinsically part of it, in this poem; much in the term of mental flow, hence that 'gang of giants' is a valid and quite an exciting gleaning!