Here's a poem I wrote. Maybe you[ll read it for me, since I'm not in town.
They whirled below me, happy, heartless, free,
While I was left alone, all to myself,
They danced, they sang, they even called to me,
I did not hear them, standing on my shelf
Of sorrow, hanging high upn a wall
Of solemn, rigid wood; I watched that crowd
Below me, gliding through their spacious hall,
I would not join them, I was much too proud.
But suddenly my nailed shelf gave way,
I left it and went reeling through the air,
I fell amidst the others, shattered clay,
I looked about, then soon became aware
That once I was too high upon a wall
To feel the joy others in the hall.
Hi Naomi! How has the Soft Exposure been going? I plan to drop by the next reading when I am in town. You might start a discussion in Writing Zoo about it. I mentioned it to Ellen this weekend via email. We have quite a few writers here. Will you be going to the next Lit Guild meeting? Best, Mike
Hi Naomi, I forgot to hit the comment button after I had written you a big paragraph. Anyhow, I'd like to know more about you. My sister is a published post and I am a musician. My main interest on here is mind-body-spirit and I would like to hear more about your interest in that topic. I also would like to invite y ou to become my friend on this site and to join my new group, Environmental Zoo, where you may express your concerns, solutions, ideas, or anything else you'd like to share. See you there?