enjoyed your imagery very much, hitting on all senses and creating an illusion in the process, well said and structured, thanks for the post. -carl 9( don't feel the need to respond with a review, I've been busy with other matters, should have something new before long )
Keep listening. This poem J is both sad and haunting. There are times when I least expect it that I hear both my Dad and my Nan calling me. When it’s my Dad, it’s Christine. When it’s my Nan, it’s Chris. It is such a blessing. I get such a feeling of comfort when that happens.
Chris
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1 Year Ago
I wonder why it is that our parents have to be so formal with our names...or maybe just when they ar.. read moreI wonder why it is that our parents have to be so formal with our names...or maybe just when they are mad at us.
I appreciate hearing how readers put their own slant on my words.
thank you,
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..