I still visit the profiles of old friends here, some that I know seldom if ever, revisit the site. Others are departed from life itself. I revisit their comments on my posts on other sites as well. I'll find one and say, well, wasn't that nice? This is eloquently poignant. I enjoyed and I relate. F.
Posted 2 Years Ago
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2 Years Ago
Thanks for reading, Fabian. :)
1 Year Ago
As do I. They are like monoliths on a partways barren land.
I have been very saddened about what’s going on at the cafe. I’ve been hearing snippets that are desecrating. Your poem touches on this and speaks to those who got shut out, emptying the exquisite poetry that was. There is definitely a void which is carried through the halls of the Cafe, sadly. I love writing here and have made many friends in doing so; I hope that shutting people out will never happen again. We are a family here and respect should be all encompassing to everyone who writes in the Cafe.
Best,
Betty
Wow...this was...really really good. The imagery is hauntingly beautiful (The picture really set the tone), I must say that I've abandoned several accounts on several other platforms and this really describes the feeling. I enjoyed the read!!!
You're very kind, Nix. Thanks so much for stopping by. Your comment left a good feeling inside. :)
3 Years Ago
You're so very welcome!!! Your comment on my comment left a good feeling inside! ❤️️
(L.. read moreYou're so very welcome!!! Your comment on my comment left a good feeling inside! ❤️️
(Like the new profile pic!)
so, I bought this old (2004) Webster's dictionary from the resale store....regular price $69 dollars.. read moreso, I bought this old (2004) Webster's dictionary from the resale store....regular price $69 dollars but marked down to $5.99 and on page 61of 1895 right below "ant bird" is "ant cow". Which is described as an aphid insect kept by ants as a source of food and that yield a honeylike fluid on being stroked on the abdomen by the antennae of the ants..Kinda like me and Hot Pockets and the need of/for poetry to draw me back, stroke me and me it until something proportional or sweet is induced. like blood, or seamen, or the raw sugar of precedent. great poem/ dana
I don't recall ever seeing a poem with more reviews. I can see why. The poem speaks to something that affects all of us, impermanence. We understand logically that all things change, but that doesn't make it any easier to deal with emotionally. The images here of things that were once vibrantly alive remind us of our own isolated mortalities, never a pleasant topic. But it's a fact, and the sooner we can make peace with it, the better.