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Like you and most of the: \
Like you and most of the world I love them... when I was little
I was happy they were vegetarian. They are so inteligent
with such a wonderful memory. May all trophy hunting be outlawed
everywhere... may this world be safe for elephants
Thank you
'
dashed away
like a glimpse: '
dashed away
like a glimpse of a fox
clothed in autumn—' a beautiful image
May they all escape
the foxhunters...
'or like a love song
God wrote
and then you forgot
because it was a love
too pure to drink,
too lavish to be believed,
too fierce to be endured,'
Sublime
Most compassionate intuitive
and creative lady, I pray God
showers you with constant bliss.
May the phoenix bird rise:
May the phoenix bird rise from thie legacy of ash
..May wel all be redeemed
I don't believe in hell.. except for what I see we've done
to earth.
Thank you
'
Branches untether:
'
Branches untether the
rising moon—
unmoored, unselfed, I come
to know its quartz
otherworld' beautiful
'I only know
love is possible,
and enough.'
Your meditative peace is
contagious to your readers.
We sit there under the stars
because of your pen.
Thank you. I must confess: Thank you. I must confess that I had hoped you might comment on this one, and that hope has been addressed. I am grateful that you understand, as you always do, exactly what I am trying to do in this series, and in all of those poems of mine that you visit. Thanks again for your kindness.
And, lol, I did correct the stupid mis-spell which was actually one of my arthritic typos. Sorry it was still there when you read through the poem.
Thank you. That postpoems: Thank you. That postpoems still features Poetry like yours is one of the great blessings of remaining here. It saddens me, though, to browse through the archive---and to see the names of friends who no longer post, and the quality of what they posted. But your Poetry, as it continues to unfold here, keeps reminding me to keep faith that what postpoems has been it will also continue to be.