You wrote this over a year ago, that so crazy to think about. I'd swear on my life you were just here yesterday, and I walked away crying like a dumb a*s because you were leaving. Its crazy, I look at all your new poetry now, and I'm happy for you and Allison because she makes you so blissfully happy and when I started digging in your writings ( after 14 pages) I stumbled on a glimmer of what you and I were. Now it sort of feels like a spot we both missed in the clean up..an alien to all the other gorgeous poems surrounding it. I cant help but feel responsible for this beautifully written but box of catastrophe being left in your pristine line of work that I'm sure many aspiring writers dig through for any spark inspiration. I believe these are the things that tug slightly at the strings of my heart when I step on to your page and realize that the left side of your page that I used to rule, has changed from lovey dovey courtney and silly little shorts about nothing and has evolved into small I love you's of allison and dark dreams of malice and death. Its a bittersweet taste for sure and I'm not sure why I even dig into our past since it can do nothing for us now. The only thing I am sure of is that you are a wonderful writer and no matter how your writing evolves it ALWAYS evolves into something more amazing than description can handle.
this is a beautiful poem and it lifted my day. every stanza works perfectly. It is so wonderful to sense people in love. Mysterious skies in far away lands.. she must be a girl with a secret. Well done, genuinely soothing, this is true nature of man...living in harmony.
Cook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first.
My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..