So many distractions, and recently illnesses and aging… Some of us even succumbing to death. Makes it great to find someone like you coming back and trying to read all that you missed. It's literally impossible, but I try to keep up while still doing my writing which seems to increase as I get older and bolder.
You've written a lovely poem that is so personal that it reminds me of the one where the poet came to a fork in the road and had to decide which one to take… "The one less traveled by."
There are poets and there are poets. You of the latter keep those of us in the former humbled and appreciative of your presence. Welcome back and know many of us have missed you. Namaste, dear poet.
"My eyes are old..." If you're on Windows, Diana, press and hold Ctrl, and then roll your mouse wheel forward. This increases the size of the font so it's easier to read. Your words are clear and heartfelt. Thanks for sharing. Peace.... r
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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You've written a lovely poem that is so personal that it reminds me of the one where the poet came to a fork in the road and had to decide which one to take… "The one less traveled by."
Ron
In the absence of adjectives and adverbs.
You validate my soul and we are friends to the end.
Ed