Thank you for sitting near, Michael. I’m so grateful for your attention and understanding of my words. You are a gift. Even imagining causes my tears to flow.
Love is foolish, isn’t it? What would it be but cold and empty if every aspect were measured and considered rather than that we plunge whole-heartedly into love? As the best of us do. You’re hurting, Audrey, and I hurt for you.
Don’t tell me your daffodils are already blooming!!! I’m sooo ready for spring! This is quite lovely … and sums up some people I’ve known. Odd how things work out — or not — in their own time.
Oh no, but I bet a few more days of warmish weather could cause them to consider it. I think the message in this poem does ruffle some feathers, but I wanted to share something a bit more shocking and real. Every path is different. I’ve been known not to be happy with a few I’ve wanted to be on. Have a great evening. xo
Your talented and well read eyes on my poetry is welcome anytime, jf.
I suppose it can be risky to comment on such poems, but I’m grateful you acknowledged my words. Much love to you.
I have known that exact moment… and damn the truth. Reality is not where I wish to dwell. So I shall forever imagine………..
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Thank you for sitting near, Michael. I’m so grateful for your attention and understanding of my words. You are a gift. Even imagining causes my tears to flow.
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Love is foolish, isn’t it? What would it be but cold and empty if every aspect were measured and considered rather than that we plunge whole-heartedly into love? As the best of us do. You’re hurting, Audrey, and I hurt for you.
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What I’ve seen of real love is exciting, fun, warm, strong, forgiving, trusting and true. What an amazing gift for so many.
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I need some flowers. But they don’t be surprised that they are difficult to get them to bloom.
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It’s nearly flower time here. Simply need to hold on, Susan.
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The poor things. They had blooms more and then outrageous winds and they cut them short. There are some bravely waiting and hopefully’.
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Our flowers last such short precious moments. Hate to hear this…may your spring bring beautiful blossoms to enjoy.
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Don’t tell me your daffodils are already blooming!!! I’m sooo ready for spring! This is quite lovely … and sums up some people I’ve known. Odd how things work out — or not — in their own time.
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Oh no, but I bet a few more days of warmish weather could cause them to consider it. I think the message in this poem does ruffle some feathers, but I wanted to share something a bit more shocking and real. Every path is different. I’ve been known not to be happy with a few I’ve wanted to be on. Have a great evening. xo
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So much said here – quite a fine work
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Your talented and well read eyes on my poetry is welcome anytime, jf.
I suppose it can be risky to comment on such poems, but I’m grateful you acknowledged my words. Much love to you.
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