For Bill B:
Come summer, I long
For winter; in winter I
long once more for spring.
Come Autumn, I’m contented
But for everything dying.
Skat@2017
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My Life In Runes …
little everyday verses
Worry not, discontent is the default setting of all good poets 🐈
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I’m not a very good poet. ha ha
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You’re strumming my thoughts with your poem!
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Singing your life with my words? ha ha
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Fantastic poem.
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Thanks, Og! I have to tell you, I’ve not forgotten the idea of illustrations; it just took me a bit to find my Wacom pen-tablet and then I failed at connecting it, but Kev found the original set-up disc, so it’s going to happen! We’ve just had bad weather, my mom’s had some health-issues (non life-threatening) and I’ve been a bit at odds with life, really. Better now though.
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I’m glad to hear that everyone is alright. I have to tell you, that poem is one of your best. I may be wrong, but it reads as if you wrote it in a very short time and straight from the heart. Best wishes to you and your family.
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You’re not wrong there. 😉 Thanks! The same to you and yours.
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Quite beautiful
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Thank you so much, Crow. I always appreciate your opinion.
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Superb Tanka supplement to Bill B’s haiku. I understand only too well the notion of looking forward to what is not now. Does that make sense?
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Oh yes, absolutely!
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Forgive me for not saying thank you for this 🐥
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Oh, that’s okay! You’re welcome!
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