O, my! Nine words that could generate enough rambling on my part to fill 900 pages. Your haiku is nuclear.
Westlake Village? If memory serves me, you're just up the road apiece from me. Perhaps some day we'll "Do lunch." On second thought, I may not have time. I'll still be turning over in my simpleton mind the global impact of your nine words.
It feels like these past nine months or so when the outstretched arms of creativity finally took hold of and embraced me. Fulfilling as it has been, the transformation has been at times overwhelming mainly due to the speed and its mono-impact. As a result, familial harmony is still to be consolodated.
A meditative thought here, a prompter to self-reflection.
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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Westlake Village? If memory serves me, you're just up the road apiece from me. Perhaps some day we'll "Do lunch." On second thought, I may not have time. I'll still be turning over in my simpleton mind the global impact of your nine words.
Heavy stuff, Carolyn!
Richard
A meditative thought here, a prompter to self-reflection.
Regards
Dai
Regis
awesome
love and peace, Carole
Sharon
Michael
love Tinka
A renewed look...
Earth, Water, Fire, Wind...
A grand idea about the meaning of Life...
Sage
Carmen