On this International Poetry Day
I send greetings to Author Poet Ronald W. Hull.

The exquisite word play of this poetic opus makes it glow on constellation Creativity like a brilliant cut piece of flawless diamond.

I have enjoyed the reading of "Blank" for its poetic psychoanalytical contents, and rhythmic sublime voice.

Viva the Poet!

In reverent appreciation,

Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

International Poetry Day ~ March twenty-first.

My mind went blank!

Love ya!

Jane

But your blanks evolved into something very interesting...
So perhaps they never existed at all!

Best wishes, Diana...

I truly find it hard to believe that you, of all people here on the den, would be like a blank slate with regards writing. You always have so much to say and such great ways of saying it...-e-

Maybe feeling "blank" in my mind might be a welcome rest at times. Lol! Your perspective made me think.

Thank you for your comment on "Mystical Love." Yes, I do have someone like that in my life and I am grateful.

I always appreciate your insightful comments, Ron. Love and peace,

Regis

I like your way of relating the blanks

This has been the story of my life for a while now. I fill in that blank page every so often, but the focus and concentration just hasn't been there as often as I would like.

I LIKE YOUR 'BLANK', 'CUS JUST LIKE THE TRUE POET THAT YOU ARE...'BLANK' IN YOUR HANDS BRINGS FORTH A GREAT MESSAGE. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS

I started reading this and my mind went blank. Had to start over three times! It is a "blanking" good poem though!

A Yeats Tribute to Mary Ann!

Patrick’s Elegy for Mary Ann

From Dr. Patrick A ODougherty

Hello and Good Bye,
Patrick’s Sorrow,

Mary Ann’s ashes are moving through the waters of many peoples.
This elegy is a last presented tribute of her death.
I speak to her ashes and to Mandala.
Terrible fate has carried Mary Ann away from us, companeros.
Our sister, Mary Ann, tragically killed.
Meanwhile this song and her Mandala recordings stand as burial customs for her ancestors “In the cool of the evening.”
Remember her songs with honey and jasmine and forever, sister, hail and good bye.

Conceived an Written, January 28, 2018, The Anniversary of William Butler Yeats Death.

Ref. Catullus 101 Wikipedia

I think we all feel the blank you describe at times. This is one of your best. I love it.

Got a great idea for a short story right after I wrote this poem. Will post it soon.



Ron

Tomorrow's another day for thoughts to come your way.

Men are much better about thinking about NOTHING. Comedians have told great jokes about this. I think it's true. Sometimes it's a good place to be. Zoned out blank might be even good for you! ............yea!

I was going to say something here, but my mind just went blank.

I've been shooin' blanks here and there these days . . . eh . . . I'm seventy-eight don't ya know?!

But you just described my brain today. We probably are in good company.

Perhaps merely the calm before the storm. Being a prolific writer, that poem is on its way.