I used to fancy my self some what of a poet when I was young and pretty, found a note book of poems the other day thought I would share a short one. Sitting on the grass talking, on the street the people walking, Going nowhere or somewhere in between, living out their life without knowing what it means.
I think many are oblivious to most things going on around them nowadays, I mean the things in nature that is. We forget that nature was here well before any electronic gadgets or flashy cars and we should respect and observe it. Am I rambling now? Thanks for the poem Rich.
Not bad Richard but I'd have liked you to have expanded on it - maybe a couple more verses as the four lines you have written make me want to read more.
Yes I have notebooks full of manical ramblings from the early 60's to present day some are worth reading some are not, but they have kept me semi-sane all these years. Sharon may have a different view point on the sane point however.
Richard, you have a certain faculty with words. Please share more. You express so much with just a spare word now and again. Don't stop. Jan, from the road
Richard, I totally agree. Writing is a way of maintaining some form of sanity. It helps one to better explain much that you might not understand yourself. It is a great therapy. dr
