fdelano Posted November 24, 2014 Posted November 24, 2014 Guest A barren desert forms, flat and featureless within my loneness, clamping the fear inside, to reside alongside hidden, buried memories. Only a patina of awareness is required to give new life to times and deeds reviled, ones that spread throughout to fill every fiber with regret. Alone, no way to change what lives under false covers of excuses and guilt rising to defend, only to create the ogre that never dies. Quote
dcmarti1 Posted November 28, 2014 Posted November 28, 2014 Writers have impact, but poets TOUCH. to give new lifeto times and deeds reviled, I can SO relate, amigio mio. Thanks for writing and sharing. Quote
dedalus Posted November 28, 2014 Posted November 28, 2014 This is damn good. This is one of the best of yours I have ever seen. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim
Benjamin Posted November 28, 2014 Posted November 28, 2014 Pensive , meaningful and excellent. I agree with both dcm and Bren... This is one of your very best. G. Quote
fdelano Posted November 29, 2014 Author Posted November 29, 2014 I try to read PMO most days, enjoying the wits and talent of others. Sometimes, the members turn the tables on me and their praising comments give me ego, EGO. Not good for a so-called poet; his hat shrinks. Thank y'all for comments and friendship. Not many things are better to share than a poem, unless it's a drink. Salute! Quote
dedalus Posted November 30, 2014 Posted November 30, 2014 Sláinte ... you egotistical young whippersnapper! Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim
fdelano Posted December 2, 2014 Author Posted December 2, 2014 No compliments without backslaps, Tater. You took away my sugar high. Quote
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