a worthwhile observation: We can't pontificate our writing nor can we guide our Muse. In a very real way, it is our writing that defines the contours of our life journey, and the periods of travel, its stopovers, sojourns, and stretches. Thanks for sharing.
Please accept my apology. I: Please accept my apology. I don't mean to badmouth the entire population of the state, only those in the legislature and their supporters who go along with this nonsense. It's beyond the pale, in my opinion, and very dangerous.
The idea that politicians in: The idea that politicians in one state would feel so high and mighty as to delegitimize elections in other states with no proof is infuriating. However, typecasting the people in the entire state is risky business. You can't hope to educate or enlighten people if you're too busy calling them stupid. That sets off a defense mechanism that will only push them further in that direction.
It's a few thoughts on those: It's a few thoughts on those trying to con me--including the cons I try to pull on myself. thanks for reading and commenting
Delicately and deliberately: Delicately and deliberately working toward the final punch! Ripened but dead just the same. This is bliss to read and absorb. Thanks for sharing.
To all those nights of: To all those nights of ethereal absurdities, yes, truly can be seen as a journey of survival. Thanks, George, for the umph to roll on thru another day. The invention part, that I kinda gotta work on. Curious how a rut is much easier than innovation, from this reader's point of view. Have an awesome week! /Rik.
Infatuation is fun up to a: Infatuation is fun up to a point. You just have to know when to let it go and move on with your life. It's only a problem if you allow it to turn into an obsession and then it can own you.
An image and a social: An image and a social commentary forms through the reading of this poem that brings both self reflection and an accurate summation of what surrounds us today. It also speaks to me about the state and trajectory of online (social platform) poetry. For some reason that is my personal takeaway, as if traversing an ever morphing desert landscape, all the while longing for the shore to show up on the horizon. Thanks for sharing.
I admire your ability to: I admire your ability to recite your poems to an audience. I panic and freeze for some reason. I could give you examples, but I'd rather just forget about them.
I'm afraid I'm one of the few people who are not on Facebook. Deleted my account for personal security reasons.
But thanks for the invite. I'm sure you were amazing.
As it is being read one can: As it is being read one can hear the humming and chanting. Perhaps we have Hollywood to thank for that, the silverscreen generation.