a poem about, well, living next door to a poet. But first, some existential angst.
Somehow, these lines in their brevity contain cascading multitudes and I feel like a deep dark corner of my soul has been fed.
That makes my day, Reagan, thank you for reading and leaving that thoughtful comment! 💕
Oh this is good. What AMathesonWrites said. Brava, Kate.
Thanks, Katy! For my next poem, I’ll be digging through YOUR recycle bin. 😉
Love!! And I really like how in this poem the poet is bird-watching while you're poet-watching him. :)
Thanks, Anneli! So true, so true. At the time I wrote this poem, it truly felt like I was observing another species!
Your close observations make you the talented artist you are. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Sara! I like the phrase “close observations” more than “stalking”.
Somehow, these lines in their brevity contain cascading multitudes and I feel like a deep dark corner of my soul has been fed.
That makes my day, Reagan, thank you for reading and leaving that thoughtful comment! 💕
Oh this is good. What AMathesonWrites said. Brava, Kate.
Thanks, Katy! For my next poem, I’ll be digging through YOUR recycle bin. 😉
Love!! And I really like how in this poem the poet is bird-watching while you're poet-watching him. :)
Thanks, Anneli! So true, so true. At the time I wrote this poem, it truly felt like I was observing another species!
Your close observations make you the talented artist you are. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Sara! I like the phrase “close observations” more than “stalking”.