...the subtle awareness of your poem, Deborah
is...so familiar to my awaiting eye and ear
when going for my meditative walk in the Hill
...passive watching and listening...
Oh so seductive!
I sure have! With my hearing starting to go, almost everyone whispers these days. I'm getting very good at reading bodily motion to discern what is being expressed.
Isn't it so very sensuous when your lover whispers sweet nothings to you? I think it is. Brenda Lee said it best. https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=tfJ-q0VFe_g
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Regis
Connie
like little butterfly wings upon my skin...
It tingles wonderfully...
Thank you for this view Deborah...
Love and light
Lily
is...so familiar to my awaiting eye and ear
when going for my meditative walk in the Hill
...passive watching and listening...
Oh so seductive!
HAPPY EASTER DEBORAH!
Love ya!
Jane
budd
Beautifully written...
Diana...
Ron