Powerful, you endured the pain for the love that never dies~

Powerful, mind expanding words! The ole' cowboy got shot... just for looking in the window? Beware window peepers. I would like to think that any man can still dream of "love birds" and having a beautiful woman by his side... enjoying the bliss; for without that, life would have little meaning.

Joy L. Hale

Whoa *Budd* stop going to meetings..
take more naps where dreams live,
you deserve it...

Lady Vivian

That meeting set your thoughts in many directions to which I enjoyed, Budd ... I like to believe if one of your dreams died, dream another one ... Great write!

The board to death people in the meeting will never know the bliss of this.

Ron

Much said in your twelve lines Budd,...enjoyed.

Deborah

A masterful piece professing the reward of the oblique. We discover from the various POVs a moment in time that also suggests a tapestry of innate traits, known throughout history as the governing drive that has kept the species from becoming extinct. The vernacular is priceless. The collage of frontier images wants to go on and on. Loved it.

I have a propensity for intriguing poems and this one delivers. I like the working of your reader's thought muscles, like holding a shape painting all different ways to see what there is to see. The pieces here, for me, do not have to fit like a puzzle that produces a set picture. Instead I receive a succession of emotional waves, each separate swells, each a part of the whole. Highlighted in my eyes are two flashes "...a spear to bone." and "....blunted his own last quill" Remarkable last line "he'll live the pain and never (know) bliss." For me, this Delivered. ~~ Diana

Surely there is a place for dreams of old fools? So well penned and heart touching.

Glad your mind strayed away from the meeting, Budd, enjoyed!

Anna

Write On - Meeting or Not!

To be a part of the death of a dream is a sad and bewildering place to be. I feel depth of the huge sense of loss, the helplessness that comes with such pain and the frustration of 'almost' anger; which are so eloquently reflected in the redundancy of a beached boat, the uselessness of the blunted last quill and the finality of the burned parchment.
I feel it all.
Rx

What happened to "An Old Fool and His Angel"
It seems that everything that was beautiful comes together in this poem and died a painful dead.
Especially the following sentences are very deeply felt:
~~Only an Old Fool dreams of love birds~~
~~and a beautiful woman as his~~
~~he'll live the pain and never no bliss~~

Very very heartfelt my friend

Poor fellows! A shot! A spear! Was the blunted quill of a feather of a love bird! I understand the pain and no bliss of them all.

Love ya!

Jane

Wow, what ever possessed you to have such thoughts?
I write a variety but this sounds like Alfred Hitchcock's
Rear Window... Poor fellow was outside a "Lady's window"
perhaps just to see and shot by a Viking her protector I
suppose.

Great view in visuals Budd

Love and Light
Lily

Confused. Was the cowboy shot through a viking ships window? If the boat was beached how were they "off again?" Who caught the spear? Did the cowboy throw it? The scribbler of words had crumpled parchment burned at will? Don't understand that. Sorry, Budd, but this one was just . . . difficult.