I can’t write a lick of it, but I do love to read it. Poetry is the most amazing thing to me. How a person can express their feelings and it creates music to the ears. Don’t know how I got here today, I suppose it’s because I’ve read a few rather poetic blogs recently. To those friends pouring their hearts out poetically from day to day, my hats off to you because you make me remember to feel life as I live it. As for the ciggy? Nasty habit I would never partake in, but think about it, kind of like poetry it elicits poetry of its own, a steamy affair, a last taste of a lover, ah, maybe that’s just what it feels like to me.
Take from? If you have the ability to “wax poetic” as my friend Tocksin,( http://tocksin.wordpress.com/ ) calls it, don’t ever stop. Please don’t stop. It’s the poets of the world who dress up the crass and mundane rituals, polishing them softly to add dimension and color. Somehow, you just make life a little more live-able. Have a wonderfully gussied up Sunday. As for me, I think I’ll go take a nap.
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