The telephone, a quaint device used to hear the other person (and find out all about the neighbors). Now, we type our conversations, removing ourselves as far away from the person called as possible. Excellent, Juliet.
Juliet,
Ah yes, how to turn the everyday into something special; love the witch images with 'broth' and 'treacherous vortices' and 'cackle'...when shall we three meet again? Great stuff!
If you tend to believe romantic, passionate, masculine poetry is a thing of past eras, read "She Intrigues Me," and be swept away in the beautiful craft of a contemporary poet of love.
Regis
been the telephone. Long may it ring. This is good stuff, Juliet.
-gene.
GOD BLESS
Tony Nerone
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ah yes, how to turn the everyday into something special; love the witch images with 'broth' and 'treacherous vortices' and 'cackle'...when shall we three meet again? Great stuff!
John