Ah! I'm right there in the kitchen and right there when the "then" takes me into the quiet with it's shadows of loneliness. This poem is so magical. Im grateful for it, as grateful as I am for small plums, for children, and for the sunlight in rooms.
"sweet heft," indeed. bowing to the ARTS, the ARTS, the ARTS - such vital life fruit - the weave of they & we. thanking thee, dear Phyllis, ongoingly. & looking forward to studying a poem of yours (I Can't Be the One) in class later today with dear Rosemerry.
Ah! I'm right there in the kitchen and right there when the "then" takes me into the quiet with it's shadows of loneliness. This poem is so magical. Im grateful for it, as grateful as I am for small plums, for children, and for the sunlight in rooms.
What color is your gratitude today? 😊
"sweet heft," indeed. bowing to the ARTS, the ARTS, the ARTS - such vital life fruit - the weave of they & we. thanking thee, dear Phyllis, ongoingly. & looking forward to studying a poem of yours (I Can't Be the One) in class later today with dear Rosemerry.
Well, it’s interesting to hear that you “studied” one of my poems. You now know more about it that I do!
Nice perspective.