A totally brilliant poem. Is it irony or humility that in this poem, and so many others from the same pen that produced this one, is the very "greatness" referenced in the penultimate line? Admirable expression of honesty, strength, and integrity.
Aberjhani

Great subject, it seems poets are not paid for their words of wisdom. After being Terminate for Poetry, I decided to use my retirement funds to live out a dream. But today, at times I want to give up and I wake up with a line a verse. Keep dreaming Karla, keep dreaming, faith will bring you an answer.

Karla, extremely well written...I have been there too often in my life.

Thanks
Dan

Keep the faith sis...love ya!!

Love Tinka

Karla, a long long time ago hunger was in my belly and I felt despondent and without words, but guess what, an old partizan parted a piece of dry bread and a small onion with pepper (no salt available)and scolded me to let the hunger get to me saying,"write, write how its feels to have hunger and get the elation of seeing your hand erasing the word..."
It was 1946, with snow piling well above my knees, I thought that was it, I couldn't possible survive as I survived the war, but here I am, alive and today being 82.
Hope!!!, don't let tomorrow's happines be for nothing.
Georg

You are by no means failing in my book, keep writing and be blessed...
God Bless
Michelle~

Never give up! Inspiration comes in many ways. You have a gift . Let Gods light lead the way.....M

You may not be rich,
so join the club,
better than digging a ditch,
You had better buck up dear young lady,
Or we will have to come down there,
And beat you with a switch...LOL, Ed & Rufuz

Superb, Karla! Ain't it the truth! But hunger writes good verse. Love this one.

Ted

Enjoyed this clever write, you are a joy to read my dear friend!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling

Dear Karla,

You bring so much to us here in AD, your wit, your vivacity, and more. Oh, my dear, you are so valued.

With love,
Sharon

Just about the time that you feel you can't dig anymore, the shovel breaks through into a lovely pure underground stream and your life is suddenly flooded anew with refreshing, life giving water. At that moment you know that: "Never will I leave you nor forsake you" was a personal promise to you from the Creator. Stand Strong!

Light and Wisdom ...

You aren't minimum to us Karla, for what it worth.
Rusty

I know this sounds trite, Karla; but I do feel your sorrow. Mine may be of a different source but we're still on the same page if I may humbly say so. Take care. Love and peace to you,

Regis

The words that you compose are like meat and drink to me. I hunger for more, for I can never get my fill.

... you already DO write beautiful poetry, dear Karlaj! I enjoyed this poem in the spirit in which it was written, because I can relate ... I'm a minimum wage poet, too. Well done!
Love,
CJ

You are a spirited poet Miss Karla. After a good sleep the world will be different and you may even like the change.
Love,
Susan

(((Karla)))

(((HUGS))) and prayers!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin sister, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <