You know that you know that the gulls are the wisest among us.

absolutely nothing!!
every age needs love &
the touch of love...

Embracing YOU
Love Vickie

We don't need to count, our hearts determine our age. Your's will be forever young Gene. Beautiful poem.

There is no age limit on love, it is timeless Gene and isn't that wonderful. hugs, Carole~

Where there's life there's hope--esp. where Eros is concerned. :) You GO Gene!

In your usual Gene way – you find a launching point into your world.

Age is an illusion; an old body can hide a young heart, and some youths will never grow young, will never take flight on the wings of freedom. Here's to inter-generational romance!

Excellent writing, Gene; well done!

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

Strog words of comprehension and uunderstanding. One of your all-time best. - Bill

And may I add, What does love have to do with age? True love sometimes has its genesis in our youth but it needs time to ripen, like wine or cheese. Takes time to mellow and deepen, and to permeate the soul. I like this poem very much Gene. Hugs, J'nia

The only thing age has to do with love is to make it deeper, wider, stronger, better understood, more appreciated . . . and on and on . . .

I love your words, Gene. There is something very mystical about this poem - it's beyond romance. It washes over me with the promise of eternal connection.

I absolutely adored this, Gene! Definately going in my library...sweet and enchanting!

Anna

This is really beautiful, Gene. I like the pairing of the phrases "rhythm of his heart " and (especially) "engine of his thoughts". Stars appearing on a "sting of music" is also a very interesting line, and the mention of a nearby seagull is a nice touch. The last line is very moving and enfolds the whole piece nicely. I like how this is rather short but still tells an intriguing story.

This will indeed concern a lot of people Gene all of us who read and enjoy every word you share. Great words.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

There you go talking to seagulls again, what have I told you about that...;-)? e

Great write, Gene. Very well done indeed.

Nothing at all, Gene! This is just beautiful, right from the title...and I can see you walking on that beach now.

Action/thriller for sure, but romance, nostalgia, love and longing, too, in great measure, Gene.
I see you by the shore remembering, composing, imagining the mermaid of dreams.

John

Wonderful and wise verses, Gene. Thank you for sharing them. Love and peace to you,

Regis

Absolutely nothing! A person's soul loves on after many lifetimes, and it has no age preference for love has no boundaries, it is pure and wild and fresh no matter when it hits...You have been bitten hard, my dear man..Seek her and follow your soul's yearnings.



Much peace, love and light,

Amber

Ageless commentary. Inspiration knows no age...

Love stirs the sea urging it to provoke a melody of doubts and questions without answers. The sand retains its will only until the surf returns to write questions anew. But the sea never erases the love, clinging tenaciously to the grains of wetted sand. Love! No more powerful magic nor understanding stirs within creation. And I? I love your poem. Conference frequently with the gulls and the sea. They bring out the creativity of seasoned poet within you my dear friend. May peace and love be with you. Jon Michael

This speaks of experience, which I have also known. When my mother was almost 90, she said in the mornings when she woke up, she still felt as if she were 14 then she looked in a mirror.

When there is no mirror around, I feel young too. Falling in love, even for old fools like me, doesn't recognize age. Passion lives with every waking and sleeping breath.

Beautiful poem.

I came hear because of the title. Those words, "To whom it may concern" always makes be put the brakes on. Now that I am here I am glad I came. I echo Peter, pure poetry.

your gulls still have a light, easygoing magic, and, although it may not be the greatest fashion, such magic is hard to find, that hasn't tired rhe poem all out of spirit.

'the gull, in its fashion,
ignores him
and disappears on a squawk.
stars appear in a sting of music,' - majestic, too; and scene.

thank you!

Pure poetry at its best!