These times of unrest don't lead to much happiness, and it is hard to feel much like writing a poem at times. Breaking news each day isn't good, had some this a.m. that wasn't good. won't go into detail here.

I AM SO GLAD THAT THIS WAS SOME TIME AGO REGIS AND YOU HAVE HEALED BEAUTIFULLY...I KNOW IT IS HARD TO ACCEPT, BUT ALL YOU WERE FEELING THEN WENT INTO MAKING THE POET YOU ARE TODAY...I HAVE READ YOUR OFFERINGS OF NOW AND THEY ARE NOT JUST PRETTY BUT....BEAUTIFUL! THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

Regis,
sad but very well written, full of emotions
Nicole

I feel like this all the time Regis. But, I find, magically, that by writing on the depressing subjects, it clears the channel and I'm able to get to that other fluffy stuff....sometimes. Well done!

In direct contrast with my poem "Happy"

Although every day is a new day, and emotions are dynamic, for we have all felt this way, but tomorrow you may feel the need to write that poem for your love, or next week, or next year.

Hello Regis,

That you have done, and so brilliantly . . . !!


Best regards,

Lance

Beauty and reality clash in this piece with a feeling of irony. I can really appreciate your feelings in this poem. Hugs:)

Sheila

Powerful! Another great poem. Very good read. Thanks for sharing.

Now this a powerful poem and message. I am lost for words. Thanks for sharing. PB

Continue to write the pretty poems so one day your daughters will read them and maybe even your son will feel it's okay that a man share his emotions. Write what you'd want to say to them. One day they will read it! You are a good poet Regis!
Peace&Grace,
sharon

I am thinking, Reg, of the reasons I write. Is it escape or is it reality finally escaping? One thing I know for sure is, in talking recently with some young men who have returned from Iraq, that it is not a pretty situation there, but they accept the cause and wanted to make their tour worthwhile...to make a difference. They believe in something we don't always understand. The fight for a world of pretty poems...so that they can celebrate the freedom and enjoyment of writing and reading them. I hope you can write them soon.
Love,
Taylor

Yet, when we give over to the negativity the light of hope darkens for all. I too struggle with this. Thanks for an excellent write. Tom

Yes, I understand that Reg. Mankind is a huge
mess at this point and I keep thinking of better
times. In the next life I guess.

I see beautiful emotion in both photos and in the tone of both halves of the poem. Never apologize for any mood. We all feel as we do for a reason. Let it move you wherever it may. Lovely write!
Mo

I think that one of the primary reasons I write poetry is to find a temporary escape from the ugly realities we face each day -to find a subject that appeals to my sense of goodness and order. The world seems to be in total chaos. Amidst all the ugliness, I think it is important to write about the things in life which inspire me and give me reason for hope. I hope you get to the place where you can write that "pretty poem" and fill our imaginations with wonder, passion and hope -share your talent with the world and make it a better place. Take care and keep writing.
~Butch

The past was always more horrific than the present--but we somehow survived. Optimism can overcome.

Ron

WEll... This Poem touches the Heart dear Sweet REgi!
I know the torment in your heart, I and so many are feeling the same, but to keep writing is helping yourself and others dramatically.
The answers will come to you...
I love the path leading to your home, what a mystical feeling!
Thanks! 4 Sharing!
The kids are filled with glee, what a Wonder to see!

STay STrong!
Stay Positive!
Have Faith and Hope!
WArmest Blessings and Warmer HuGs,WArrior Sheeeooxx
Sweet Dreams!

I regret to say, Reg, that I believe your words in this poem express what many, many of us feel nowadays about the state of the world.

But, O, my, I love the two pictures above. What a wonderful roadway.
It's like something in my dreams. And your children! Having so much fun! Enjoying life as it should be enjoyed, as it was intended to be enjoyed.

I see that you have been in the den for several years and have thousands of review. There is much I need to learn from you through your writings. Now, is the time for me to pause awhile and brouse. In your work, I know there are riches to be found. Thank you for sharing so much with us. Please don't leave us alone, hear?

Richard

When you write your excellence shows and shows. You always deliver!

B R A V O !! Mawkish sentimentality is hard to take in the best of times, and if not the worst of times, it often seems that things cannot go more sour. . .then they deteriorate! I find it helps to read a lot of history. On the other hand, it only makes it clearer how little learning has taken place. Since I am not religious, I can't fall back on "original sin." Wouldn't want to in any event. Have to h o p e. But. . .what the hell is wrong with us???
Thank you for once again providing us with food for thought. Blessings always, 'Pea' <3

Awww Reg....makes me wanna hug ya. The memory of those sweet little faces - and the children themselves - should lift your heart above and beyond the problems of this world because they are God's eyes.

Loved this offering, Reg. Sad, sweet, and very timely.

Julie

Stark and striking. In that feeling of hopelessness you are not alone Regis. La verite est triste tellement, n'est-ce pas mon ami? Je dois sourir Regis, j'ai mes enfants, et qu'est-ce qu'il ya sans l'espoir? Bien exprime. Amour et paix. Panda :)

brilliant.

Regis, your words are poignant, I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing and the pics blend well with the content.

this pretty much sums up the state we are in! love the pic of the kids.

Wow, now this is an black and white of the duality we balance. I really enjoyed this write and loved the hasty turn.
R.

poignant, hope all is on more even keel

Excellent, sad and heartfelt yet? filled with love~`*

well written expression Regis...

How well I can understand what Depression does to one's entire
outlook on life and the world, but God promises better things to
come in the very near future, Regis. A whole New System, without
wars and injustice. For right now, though, I can truly emphasize
with your sadness.

Excellent poem, revealing the beauty inside the soul that brush the pain and heartache of events which unfold.

But you did! And you did it with much tenderness and beauty of soul. Outstanding!

this is an excellent poem Reg. but damn nearly heartbreaking.
not only because of all the terrible things you have listed in it,
but also and mostly, to my mind anyway, because when it comes to the point where a person can no longer bring him or herself to see and feel the beauty that still exists in the world, when all the butterflies, fireflies, sunshine, and love is blotted out by the tragady that happens all too often, then that is the greatest tragady of all,
thanks for sharing Reg.
steve

Poem of love, laughter, and the sheer pure happiness of being.
The best once can say...easy to find difficulty involve in any gloom/negativity...Lord can touch deeply into another's heart and bring the greatest joy, and peacefulness to a soul...He is always there in the waiting.

Show a hearts glow...one's let your SUN OUT..LET LIGHTS SHINE!!
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist...

This is so beautiful. I'm captivated and enchanted. I'm moved and inspired. Regis, you can write me a poem anytime (and I mean that with the highest regard and esteem). Absolutely beautiful!

Perhaps your love thought that a pretty poem with birds singing would release the mind from such oppressing and the trees swaying in gentle breeze would set the images of war at ease That butterflies in fragrant air could bring peace to love ones everywhere The shining sun in sapphire sky would bring better memories then where they lie The Happy children in fields of flowers could replace the vision of those fateful towers The showers delight of cherry blossom snow what a delight instead of these things we know The moon light cast on their bed and dreams would bring warmth and comfort to mischievous schemes The dance of the fireflies afire like stars bring forth tears to quench the withering thus far So though you perhaps see one half a cup be thankful your love there has not given up. LadyJ

Provocative poem that I believe echoes the sentiments of many people today. You are brave and honest enough to say so. ~~Nordette

To many times I've felt that way but the moment will come when you can write a "pretty poem" . A great write my friend
Pamela

Regis - My friend in poetry and life - Mine is the 84th Review of your poem. My God, I don't get that many letters of love from these wonderful people on some poems I leve here for a month or more. Yes, we're concerned about you, and I would like to see you consider a few suggestions. They come from a man who served five years in WW II, sent friends away to Korea, almost saw my son go to Viet Nam just as it ended, and now we have grandchildren serving in the Army and Navy of the US in and toward Iraq. Now for the suggestions:

1. Stop reading newspapers and listening to commercials with war news stuffed between;
1. Spend more time with friends and others who want to talk about something other than politics, war, and the price of gas;
3. Realize how many friends you have, and that they, along with your family, care about you;
4. On AD, read only positive and beautiful poems written by good people who know that we will survive bad things;
Write me a poem; a beautiful, loving and sweet poem, and write all 83 of the others a poem over the next 84 days!

With genuine love and concern for you and yours, - Bill

Where there is shadow, there is light, my friend. Nevertheless, I can relate to your words; I have many days where poetry escapes me.

Alot of truth in the last part of this but I believe if you ignore the simple beauty in the midst of the complicated and ugly parts of freedom, you run a risk of living with blinders on. Great piece Regis!

The first part of your poem had a gentle beauty , Then ,it hit home with total reality of the times...WELL DONE !......M

Very nicely done. You once again have shown great talent and Creativity. You really write from your heart. chosen words on your Poem are very true, But open your heart to the many beautiful things In This world!loud and clear, I love it. another great work by you, I Really enjoy your work!!
Love And Peace to You Always your friend..Morning Star

Never let the distaste of mans inner being shield your heart to the beauty in the world. Without the one, the other wouldn't be so precious.

Beautifully expressed and penned. Sometimes it's really difficult to let the beauty shine through when the ugliness is stomping all over us.

Ted

I think this poem should have sufficed as a thing of beauty.

Brett

well said, regis.
peace,
carolyn

Regis,
Awesome poetry with a side of beauty and a side of sadness.
Never fail to see the beauty , my friend.
I shouldn't be telling you this when most of my poems are sad.
I DO try to see the beauty and goodness also. It's a gift from Heaven.

Blessings and Love,
~Linda

Whatever you write is perfect. So let it be. God love you, Holly

A poet writes from the heart and sometimes the heart is troubled and it will show in his words, but as always you do it with style!

Sometimes after reading the lastest news on the war I find myself at work wondering as a customer comes through that is from another country.

Will he/she knife me in my back, blow me up with many others, just because I am white and Canadian, but not becaause he/she knows me or that I have done anything to harm him/her or their family, just because they have been taught to hate me.

a well-balanced poem, Regis ... you bring into scope the wonder and wonder and futility of this polarized world ...

Dear Regis,
A sensitive soul feels deeply the woes of this period! Thank you for foregoing simple beauties in honour of these tragic times ... but please infuse your noble passion into writes that raise necessary awareness and thus make a difference ... Then, anew, you've written true love poems that may help Love blossom again! The world needs your heartfelt writes!! And, ditto to what Abdi-Noor wrote too!
Love to you Brave Heart! xoxo :-D

point well made is this cool poem Regis but write that pretty poem anyway, and put your mind in a pretty place, this is the control we have over life, our brains. The outside world will always be ugly at times, but life has much beauty to behold. Overcome, adapt and improvise

Ever watched a sunrise,
ah what beautiful prize.
Observed a lovely sunset,
after a long day has been met?
Better than this,
closed the outside world
out with a goodbye kiss.
Then said hello to your inner being,
the inner world where you are king.

Just enjoyed breathing good,
with strong lungs that are good.
Then watched a little old lady with a breather
struggling just to walk and get air,
then thanking God your body is not yet there.
Knowing she can't depart from her life support,
but you can play on a basketball court.

Treat yourself good Regis because life and others might not,
along with the devil they evily plot.....

Peace and Happiness

Well I tried to pretty life up a little,

One

Regis:

War kills everything - even a poet's inspirations to write. This is so true!!!!!

Sandie Angel :o(

Thanks nice poem
Hugs Angela

A lot of great imagery here Reg. I really like the contrasts you have set before us. Thanks for sharing this poem.

Helen

Quite a contrast of in the beauty of love itself. Great write.

Your photos of the wooded lane and especially your dear children are wonderful. Hold onto these moments, my poetic friend, for they are the words in the dark nights.

Blessings,
Sharon

Things always have a way of turning around when you least expect it. Despite your sorrow, you have presented us here with a wonderful display of your emotions. Just keep on writing and it will break the spell.

~hugs~
Karen

We must rise above all this sorrow, Dear Regis. Hearts with wings, like yours, can do so easily.

Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*

When a man has his beautiful, loving family close to him, he should be able to forget, occasionally, the troubles of the world, and in his joy, write them a pretty poem. A part of my family (one of my three daughters) is coming across the continent to visit next week. We will probably discuss some of those darker aspects of life, as well as some of the beautiful ways that she is discovering about how this world operates (she is a chemist/nuclear physicist). But just being together again will be poetry of the purest joy. I'm looking forward to it so much, why shucks, I might write a pretty poem.
Best regards my friend,
Leland

Things seem to get worst each day! Our values are so screwed up! Will we ever learn to live in harmony with others? With the planet? Write, Dear Regis, continue to write. Thus, you may cause someone's eyes and mind to open to true life values.

The world will be in chaos with or without us, Regis. There is little purpose in feeling blue over those things we have no power to change. To be depressed is to barely be alive and that is not how we should choose to spend our days; every minute lost to sorrow is another we can never regain. Live life to the fullest and understand that, even though we are a part of all that is going on, the most important mission we have is living our life in a way that will make us happy and that will transfer over to those we love and those we associate with. Happiness, like love, is a gift that we give to ourself, Regis, no other person will ever be able to do that for us. To live in happiness or sadness is our choice, and this morning, the sunrise was a gorgeous electric pink that tinted everything in my view. For me, this was a gift given to remind us of all the beauty and wonderfulness that surrounds us, despite the greed, irresponsibility and uncaring spirit of so many humans...I refuse to become one of them and I refuse to awaken to each day in sorrow. So, think about all the beauty that blesses each of us and write that love poem!
Take care,
Sherry

A wonderful poem, Regis. The stark contrast is heartbreaking.
Consider this: Some are called to go and fight -- through physical contact. Others are called to stay and write -- through God-given talent. Your writing is a weapon and a shield, battling against the cruelties around you, and helping others to focus on the beauties and goodness God has provided for us to enjoy.
Sometimes I feel selfish and wrong for the luxuries and blessings I have been given. Then I realize God has allowed me to have family, friends and even material things to bless me, and I thank Him from deep in my heart. Even the simplest things are tremendous blessings--a bed, a comfortable chair, warmth in my home, a refreshing hot shower. Start thinking in this vein and even as we pray and hope for the soldiers and for a good ending to the war, we can look up and rejoice. And at the end of it all--Jesus is coming! Someday all wars will cease and that is cause for rejoicing!
I haven't seen any of your work for a while so I came here hoping to find something new. It was well worth it.

I like your new picture. Whatever happened to that blue guy? He's the Regis I first met here. I think I like this one better, though.

Reg, that is the beauty of being a writer, you can escape into your writing for awhile...so write the pretty poem for your love, and their smiles will warm your heart...
peace and love, Carole

Reg, I am touched by your poem.
We must learn to balance the good things
with the bad. Not an easy task to do. Looks like
you have got it started! I know it is not an easy thing to do.
Thanks so much,
Becca

When I saw your new picture at your den I immediately sensed instinctively that your mind would not be available for love poetry at least for the time being. No problem Regis just look at me I see dying people and abandoned souls everyday here in Somalia and yet I sometimes manage to write poetry on love, nature, serenity etc. Please do write that poem for your love. Wish you healthy and happy life

A lot of grief in this world but depression makes us all want to give up at times,thanks for sharing,Excellent thoughts,

Michael

Regis, there are indeed a lot of terrible things that have and will continue to happen in this world, things that we can't change. We should look forward to the things we have going for us and all the happiness that surround us, our children and the love they have to offer us. write that poem with the love you have for THEM in your heart.
Your Friend Rose

I know many people who are pre-occupied with world events. But no one should because these are these beyond our individual contrrol. We can only protest and pray. Victor

Sure you can, Reg... I have those downer times, too, when I wonder if it is worth going on; but I always pull out of them. Great write of the side of us that sometimes loses sight of the things in our lives that make life worthwhile. My faith in God pulls me through. God bless.

Peace. Joyce

I love your cherry blossom snow. It is a lovely poem Reg and a lovely family. Bless you...Joyce

Oh all so effective in this poem the pains of earth and humaity. But you did write a wonderful poem..... Blessings Regis.
aPowerful one at that.

It hard for anyone to write of happy things right now with so much death and chaos in the world and any parent especially worries even moreso as we all fret for the future of them...the kids.
We can write of how we would like it all to be..pretty...but of how it really is...no...no pretty poem will do.
Good on you,I understand how you feel and you expressed it perfectly.

The picture of your children is just precious!
Such beauty, depth, and darkness in this piece. Your words touched me deeply, Reg. I do not know what to say that has not already been said.

Love and peace to you my friend,
Sheila

Ahh, Regis ... such beauty! And such sorrow. But we each have the ability to paint beauty into our own little corner of this often ugly world. And I believe we are responsible for doing just that ... for those we love, and those who love us. We can mourn the wars, and the destruction of our resources. We can shed tears for the despondent souls. We can pray.
But we must never, never, never, never, never, never, NEVER give up!

Outstanding write here Regis...you have allowed the reader to see two sides you and life my friend, the soft and tender love of a family whom we seek comfort in when we need to escape the harsh reality of what is going on around us...I too as you worry about the War that seems to have no end in sight, and too many have lost their lives, as many more will in days to come. Global warming is making changes to our earth as many have predicted, but many did not listen...there seems to be no easy answer to all of the worries, problems, and this realistic roller coaster ride that we call life, but there we can find comfort in our family, spouse, children and grandchildren, even if it is a temporary zone of comfort that allows one a break away from the outside world...I find that my family gives me the strength to face the cares, troubles, and worries of life...you've penned a beautiful write here my friend...one that displays a beautiful and caring heart and soul, what more can one ask????
Blessings to you my friend,
Joyce Bowling

Unfortunately, such is the world in which we live, Regis. But take comfort, this too will pass, and soon there will be no more sorry, no more tears...you know the rest. Mankind continues to mess up, big time. Peace is not something they will achive on their own. Cheer up! Your worrying yourself to distract will not do you any good. In everything give thanks!

God Bless
Lena

Dear Regis,

What beautiful children...and cherry blossoms!

I share and understand your burden, Regis, but my first thought was the same as Lew's. I also heartily agree with Eileen...maybe it will help to remember, that the soldiers who are fighting, say they do it so you..and we...and even they, CAN enjoy memories like these...and prayerfully make new ones! War is always ugly...so thank God, for great poets like yourself, who can bring us the lament...and then, the lilt!

God bless your beautiful heart, Reg.
Love&Hugs&Prayers, Rhonda ps>Jason asked me to say HI! to you :)

Next month is The Cherry Blossom Festival here in Macon. I've been in a cherry Blossom downpour and it is real...Pink petals and a gift from our Creator. The phenomonom makes you forget, for a minute or two ,the ugly of war.
Supurb Regis!
Susan

These are sad times and days filled with hardship for so many across the globe, your thoughts mirror the sorrows and frustrations of life. It is no wonder that we write of the realities when so much turmoil is around us, the pretty side of life seems lost at times and if not for our own sanity of expressing the interior emotions through thought, where would poetry be?

nice work on this exceptional poem.....Art Sun...

Hi Regis..
Yes, we just get too much of
the bad news these days....
Enjoy your work...

So very sad Reg! The pretty poem so lovely,only to end in negativity.
I wish I could wave a wand dear friend and make you see how very much you mean to many and especially your children. They would love to see you rise above the trials of oppression that war and other tragedies foster. We have to be overcomers if we're to make it in this chaotic world. Not only for the sake of our loved ones, but for ourselves. I pray you will find the strength to put the second part of your poem in a place that will not deny the first part that gives your loved ones and friends a time to be joyful. We suffer enough with trials, we also need some happiness, especially yourself.

Love,
Eileen

Well written. Sometimes it is hard to see the light through the darkness. We are small, and we can mourn the world, even change it a bit...but we cannot carry the burdens of it all on one soul...so find the light to write that "pretty" poem, Regis. Make the world around you "pretty", for that is all that we can do, and in so doing many will be served by your small flame...

... Looks like your "pretty" poem just went ahead and writ itself in that case, Regis. Yours is the beauty of a sincere and honest heart and a courage to express true feeling without counting the cost. And giving voice to the voiceless has a special music all of its own. The overarching tenderness in this is palpable - both for "My love" and for the suffering. Beautiful and wry. Your guilelessness is always deeply touching. Bless you and thank you, Regis. K xx

I am disheartened by the state of our world too, I can empathize with you. Very sad write Regis.
Hugs, Laura
P.S. Hope you find beauty in your world soon...

it is difficult to smile at times. we are diluged with bad news, natural disasters, wars...

The pretty poem even if it remains unwritten, is what the soldiers fight to preserve. Good poem. R

u say 'my love'. if there is, u should be motivated; if there isn't, perhaps the hour draws nigh to find 1; don't forget the world has never been easy. how many eons ago was it one had to run from a dinosaur and his ilk just to make it through the day. i'm positive a new sun will rise for u tomorrow. touching write.

I find it hard to be very optimistic myself these days, Regis. And you may not have written a pretty poem, but you've written one that fairly sums up our very sad world today. But if all us souls give up, we will all truly be lost, as will our children.

Excellent write Regis,
Welcome to the real world.
It hard to write a beautiful poem
Thanks for sharing
Peace bewith you

William

Romantic Unique Write Right On...

TRASK

Powerful write, mon ami; very well done! I hope you are doing better; you are in my prayers!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(

This one hits right in the gut, (((Regis))), but as poets, we must see the beauty amidst the ugliness, or else we would go mad. Perhaps we are living in a fantasy, but better than reality...a most profoundly moving write, my (((friend))): well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, karla.

You wrote her a touching poem, an eye opener
masterpiece as always
Thanks for sharing
love and peace

Regis,

Go ahead write that poem. Make it a legacy that none will forget. Put the sadness of the world behind you and talk of only beauty and love.

Ooooh, I like this! Many times I've been asked to write a pretty poem and it's just not in me to do so. Great job!!
George

Such is this planet and its inhabitants now dear Regis. For me, pretty poems have lost their savor and meaning, especially in light of what I see happening around me.

Too much heartache, too much bloodshed, too many bulging egos, too much lovelessness, too many turning against each other, too much ......

Even though I am very much a realist, I know that it is still good to dream, don't you think?

Light and Wisdom ...

Somes things are in our control, others we can only accept..Go on write that poem.. She did ask..

Heh Regis, from one dad to another, our kids are our world, we are their - to them we are invinsible knights, kings, clowns, jesters, storytellers and as they get older, we are also standby wallets and shoulders to lean on. As individuals, we have little control of the wider world - I learned this the hard way - globalisation? can lead to international solidarity - no bad thing. Global warming? A big con, exaggerated. There were famines and great climactic upheavels centuries ago - more in the 17th century than now. Wars? Afraid we are considered decadent by an enemy that aims to take us back to the dark ages. Have to resist it.
Write that poem for your kids, Regis! I nearly lost my daughter learning the hard way.

Regards
Dai

"Write Me a Poem" touches two emotions inside me--the joy and beauty of little children at play, and the sadness of war and the annihilation of our wonderful natural resources. The two ideas are irrevocablly joined--everything in this world affecting everyone who lives in it. A great contrast in your poem.

sounds like lyrics from the old folk music i listened to in years past-i think it is well written

Sad ending

Very nice poem! Liana Msrgiva.

Yes, dear Regis, it is not easy, when heart and mind are encumbered by images and an all-encompassing sense of ugliness, oppression, pain and destruction... yet, when heart and mind are full of love, they can perform miracles... like cherry blossoms of snow. It is not a merely "pretty" poem... it is one mirroring life and reality in their different facets brilliantly!
Love & {{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}}}}}}}
Alexandra*

Nice poem Regis. Very sad. I like the first part - made me think of that Neil Young song On Sugar Mountain. Malcolm

I can identify with what you are feeling. I think most folks feel it, too. I can offer the Saviors words. "When you see these things come to pass, look up for your redemption draweth nye.
Let us all continue to pray for these men. Some will not see family again.
God Bless,
Lew

Very sweet...Hugssssssssssssssss

A sad, beautiful offering Reg. It makes the reader's soul weep to take it all in. Michelle

I always say.. If you worry you die..if you don't you die....so why worry about a poetry....You are poetry my friend!!

Love TinkaSweets

I think everyone below has said it all, Reg. When things get me down I get away for a few days to find my inner peace. When I do, I can again see that life does go on, dear poet man. Tomorrow the sun will rise, the birds will sing, our children and grandchildren will awaken with a yawn and a stretch and need kissing, and the coffee pot will need to be fed to give up it's hearty aromatic brew. Feel better, please.
Love and a huge virtual hug,
CJ

the duality of existance is expressed here...we are free to choose which to concentrate upon

Our hearts and realities live side by side, yet exist in duality......good write, pax Anita

I see this, but I might be somewhat of a Pollyanna, not sticking my head in the sand, but trying to make a sand sculpture instead of letting the dangerous tide sweep me away. I always enjoy your work.

I find a spirit in dissipation, a soul in mourn, for when beauty flows like cherry blossom snow, which to me, must be absolutely heaven sent, to see and feel this and still be in oppression, regardless, makes me so sad to know someone can hurt this much!
A heart wrenching thought of one not returning...
War sucks!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

What else have you got to do but shovel snow and write poetry and worry about the world going to hell...if it does, it does, what can you do personally...worrying only causes ulcers and stress, let it go and go shovel some snow, physical labor is good for stress...Find Peace, Ed & Rufuz

Thoughtful work, Regis.
Young men sent to fight old men's wars.

Elizabeth