As incomprehensible as it is to me that someone wouldn’t “like your songs” with all their heart, I suppose we are all different dishes on life’s buffet.
His picnic eyes were tortoise old
A land of back street washing lines
When word was bond and love was gold
Such evocative language. Your magical way with words.
Rice is really neat -- not the food (it's messy!) but your poem. Someone said that rice is the perfect food when you feel like eating thousands of something. Your poetry really flows.
The Old Man is my favourite. An anachronism is this digital world. I sincerely hope he is oblivious to all the nonsense and leads a contented life. How lovely that would be.
WOW!, what a way to start a Saturday night. Beautiful poetry and RICE is one that I will return to and share with a link to this post. I have friends joining us for a dinner party in a wee bit & I'm eager to share these poems with a few folx who will be here within the hour who will dig the horizons you've created. Brava! Wishing you a lovely evening. Thanks, JD! ("Folx" and the x was intended to make your laugh and hope it did! Who doesn't love x as a plural?!)
I was emailing earlier with the legend that is the Poet Erin Belieu (another Beauty who serves a red lip!) and I’m eager to share your work with her. I’m a layman in thrall of what Poets & Writers can do; Playwrights and Filmmakers, too. Hail!
As incomprehensible as it is to me that someone wouldn’t “like your songs” with all their heart, I suppose we are all different dishes on life’s buffet.
His picnic eyes were tortoise old
A land of back street washing lines
When word was bond and love was gold
Such evocative language. Your magical way with words.
Rice is really neat -- not the food (it's messy!) but your poem. Someone said that rice is the perfect food when you feel like eating thousands of something. Your poetry really flows.
I appreciate your comments. Thank you for reading :)
I love the Old Man! The Living Dead Museum, oh how I feel I am in this! The way to you … I have been here. Fabulous x
Thanks. I am hoping once I’m done with menopause I can put all this love shit to bed. Become the wise crone who is just content with a cup of tea.😂😂
Me too, I am getting there xx
The Old Man is my favourite. An anachronism is this digital world. I sincerely hope he is oblivious to all the nonsense and leads a contented life. How lovely that would be.
Yes. The picture is where I met him. My local bread stall on the market. Have a lovely Sunday Janette x
WOW!, what a way to start a Saturday night. Beautiful poetry and RICE is one that I will return to and share with a link to this post. I have friends joining us for a dinner party in a wee bit & I'm eager to share these poems with a few folx who will be here within the hour who will dig the horizons you've created. Brava! Wishing you a lovely evening. Thanks, JD! ("Folx" and the x was intended to make your laugh and hope it did! Who doesn't love x as a plural?!)
😂Oh cheers.
I wrote that one tonight.
I was emailing earlier with the legend that is the Poet Erin Belieu (another Beauty who serves a red lip!) and I’m eager to share your work with her. I’m a layman in thrall of what Poets & Writers can do; Playwrights and Filmmakers, too. Hail!
He put me in a good mood when I saw him. Very Enid Blyton!
I need to meet more old fellas carrying wicker baskets, clearly 😂😂