This happens often. I begin reading your poetry, and I sense the depths of it, and deeper stories all around it, and wish for it to come to life on a page and reveal everything hidden and exposed. Perhaps, if you would be so kind, one day you will weave your words in a book so one can read them again and again. The colors, the feel, the sigh of this moment all speak. “I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey” ― H.L. Mencken. Pour me another poem, please. :)
ooooo love that champagne glass of platinum wine!!! with whiskey in it to boot :)))))))) my taste buds are hooting and howling and quivering my dear ;) he sounds like an Adonis ... but we may be getting a little tipsy and not such a good judgement of look ahahahahahaha! i really like this Moon ..well done..pleasant places it brings me..and savory tastes and sensuous kisses .. ahhhhhhhhhhh love ... and spring is here !!!!!!!!!!!! we have our first flowers showing green.
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This happens often. I begin reading your poetry, and I sense the depths of it, and deeper stories all around it, and wish for it to come to life on a page and reveal everything hidden and exposed. Perhaps, if you would be so kind, one day you will weave your words in a book so one can read them again and again. The colors, the feel, the sigh of this moment all speak. “I know some who are constantly drunk on books as other men are drunk on whiskey” ― H.L. Mencken. Pour me another poem, please. :)
brilliant "scribble"...well described and short
such short work can falter or flourish...here you flourished.....whiskey and a boys lips....I wonder though..was whiskey even involved ultimately in the end of this piece?.....its these great questions that define this piece....great work moon
If you're a dreamer, come in
If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar
A hope er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer,
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin
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