I thought I’d feature a wonderful comment from here at home. It’s from a friend who has commented regularly with little recognition from me, bless her sweet heart. I hope I can convince her to forgive my rude manners and come back to grace us with her poetic virtues again.
In response to my poem Writing a Poem, Carole said:
Glitter, how wonderful your affinity for the flower who opens her or his eyes fully for just a day and then must drop from its nourishment and give its color and life back to the earth. We humans think we have endless days to become, to be, to learn our private reason for being. We are wasteful and out witted by the noise of life. You are right; we need to stop, be still, to hear the music of our souls.