ahh yes...i could eat poetry with a spoon...never get my fill...and its much better for me than french fries LOL perfect poem hoot-girl!! you speak the truth take care, jm
...when you walked into the room, I saw their faces, you made it feel like time was standing still...and I felt fascination... then you turned and smiled in my direction... and my heart...gave me away. glass tiger
Ruth, but are we ever contented. Sometimes I think ous poets are glutenous. We feast and feast and feast and never get enough. Taking big bites, chewing, chomping, just stuffing our faces.......... In the words of Lazerous Long, a ficticious character of Robert Hienlin, "To enjoy the flavour of life take big bites, moderation is for monks"
M-mmm ... for a minute there I could smell peaches and strawberries - was I lying in a bed of them, or ... no, it was the scent of that delectable victory I was reliving; of the times when I am able to lay my thoughts out in those tasty morsels called words, the exact way I had truly wanted to ... yum!