quiet night traffic far away
every now and then a pup yelps
a wayward bird sings outside my bedroom tree
on book table black pressed wood
furniture of wayward youth
thrift store jar where my heart lives
a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago
supple tender gentle were my hands
reaching up to the hearts of men
and discovered as i pulled back empty bleeding stumps that they had no love to give me
words less spoken 
This is breathtakingly beautiful writing. These words are descriptive, a searching and a great disappointment
“a pair of dying calla lilies
representatives of shifts in life
into a phone i type feelings that should have been spoken many years ago”
The ending so sad. Beautiful work my friend.
Sending love and hugs, Joni ❤️💕🤗
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thank you dear Joni. I guess in growing up. take great care friend xoxo
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Your poem left me breathless. I had to read it more than once. You take great care of yourself my friend. Sending lots of love ❤️ Joni
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Beautiful read.
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You know how to touch with words…
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thank you dear EDC its just how i felt it at the moment but i was also thinking about our new probe into Mars and how humans bungle the universe’s goodness i live about 15 minutes away from the propulsion lab take great care xoxo
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For all the sense of extraordinary wonder and incredible technological achievement, I sense Mars could be a wake up call, a planet once as ours, as ours will be, inhabitants extinct, unless humans resist human nature, I hope I get to see this. I’m taking care, thank you, Grady, had my 1st Covid jab a couple of weeks ago (I’m quite old you know!) – it’s quite amazing how medics, nurses, pharmacists and volunteers are getting the jab out there in the UK! Be safe my friend. Eric.
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never old till licensing takes our driver’s license away ❤
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On that measure I’ve plenty decades left in me!
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see… 😁 xoxo
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Beautiful blog
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thank you friend 🙂
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I bought a bunch of daffodils today, what with it being St. David’s – though I have no Welsh ancestry and scant interest in saints, beyond the stories behind them – they look real yellow-pretty in the grey window. This ^ is one of your best xo
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saints and flowers soother to old women perfume entry way to an era when things where always what they never really where saints and flowers to old men all it is is their rook is moved closer to the edge fanks MR 🙂 xoxo
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Yes, precisely 🙂
Now, there’s molasses here somewhere, I’m certain xo
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😏😏 quick molasses will slow down the insanity MR lol xoxo
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now this….is why i love reading you ♥♥
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thank you Poet your support honors me 🙂
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