He never thought much of himself
Just an ordinary leaf, on an ordinary tree
In an ordinary park in an ordinary town
Until that bright clear crisp morning
In early Autumn . . . more
A poor speller. male, widowed, love cats interested in everything but sports and right-wing talk radio. Write Poetry. Self published two poetry collections
On Gather, I'm Looking For ...:
Intelligent commintary on the passing scene and a bit of good give and take
I can only write straight from my heart, because that is all i know. I am not the wordsmith that is always seeking that perfect word, because my language skills are good for what I do, they are not extended. I love to read poetry and I admire poetry like yours and some others on Gather who can say so much in just a few words.
Thank you for your kind ping. Maybe some day I will be able to actually grab and hold on, meanwhile, I just write me. LOL
Life in this world may not be going well, and with the darkness in charge, it won't for a while, but we have sunshine, life, and love which are gifts from God that the darkness can't touch!
I am here And JOY is back My heart is beating No love I lack
Glad that you enjoyed it. Where in NJ was it held? Was it like one of those concerts in the park, where you bring your blanket and listen to the performers, or was it more formal as in being held in an auditorium?
