Still has a sense of, what does it mean? For one, I feel, a sense of mutual regard, of sharing worthiness, of holding each other worthy of... Praise, gratitude, respect, time, gifts... This is a mutual thing. What might it mean for you?
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A monumental work on the modern use of alliterative verse, including my own.
Love is now. But time makes us older and wiser? Thaliarchus' poem "Farewell" is in the current issue of Forgotten Ground Regained, alliteration.net/current-issue#poetry#poetrylovers#lovepoetry#alliterativeverse
#PoetrySky Here's a playlist, in comments, of those narrative verses of mine as have been videoed on yubtub. Should you fancy some stories in verse, in rhyme even! Do subscribe if you like. Ta.
Just the surprise to be here really, others gone. Just the surprise that they've gone. One of the remainers, rioting myself. Staying awake for the three of us, catching the light, the light, the light, oh. But, I slept. And now I am alive again. 3/3
It's the close cup of my own hand now, keeps me, curled. Dribble away, though. Dribble away, even so. Return to wildness. Pinch of clothes pegs on the line. Soon, all shall be dry enough. I've a leg extruded. Plastic stretching to ground. 2/3