An ode to a journal. The meaning here is rich. I loved this line: “a stranger from my twenties with my handwriting has scrawled…” I envy your being able to revisit a journal from your younger years and find something so eloquent and brimming with a sense of gratitude.

The energy of ” splash dancing with a/shore welcoming” got a big “yes!” from me. Especially now, the AC feels like it’s sucking my life, not aiding it. To be in the elements without fear, but with joy, resonated here.

I wanted to let you know I’d seen your comment, but the WP site’s been giving me fits. Thank you for reading, afarmer. I appreciate your comments.

Thank you, afarmer. I was recalling a movie when I did this, so I hoped to recreate the sense of unknowing in its ending.

Thank you, afarmer.

Thank you, shirl. I can’t say much about my intent because I may have been on auto-pilot at that particular hour. The last two seem a lead-in to what I didn’t continue, and I’m ambivalent about them, too. But I appreciate your reading of the poems lines to you.

Thank you, shirl. I can’t say much about my intent because I may have been on auto-pilot at that particular hour. The last two seem a lead-in to what I didn’t continue, and I’m ambivalent about them, too. But I appreciate your reading of the poems lines to you.

Thank you, shirl. I let my boyfriend read this and he blushed.

Thank you, shirl. The best soundtracks seem to be from a much earlier time and place.

Thank you, Caitlin. Coffeehouses are my favorite place to be, and I’ve missed sitting in them for a few months.

Thank you, Caitlin. Very appreciated. I overlooked it in a way in the same way I overlook my own being, I guess. I’m gratified to hear I’m not actually alone in these thoughts.

Thank you, Caitlin. Very appreciated. I overlooked it in a way in the same way I overlook my own being, I guess. I’m gratified to hear I’m not actually alone in these thoughts.

Thank you very much, Saki.

Thank you, Anne. This one may be a keeper for me.

Thank you, Sandra.

Oh, the animal was in the prompt, suggested by one of our fellow participants. In a million years, I wouldn’t have thought to write a poem about this creature. But, thank you.

I was thinking of the Dylan who in the early 60s in the coffeehouses would go off on slight tangents in his delivery. Every marathon, there’s an hour I end up listening to Dylan, the early recordings and laughing outright at the gentle lunacy of his playful rambling. I wish I could do a Dylan imitation. I heard Joan Baez do one in an interview,…[Read more]

Thank you, Angie. Dogs do shield us in ways we don’t even know we need.

Thanks you, Wendie. I can’t wait for that day.

Thank you, Britton. French bulldog sounds so cute. I’ll be googling pictures later.