new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
This follows seamlessly from the last poem. Lorine knew how to look at the leaves and the water and everything alive.A beautiful work of mourning.
Music was made to remember... and, it sometimes seems, to mourn...
Indeed, she did, Duncan and she put it all into song so beautifully alive as the ballad RDB gives us of the Earl of Morey--my thanks to you and Tom for sharing your thoughts on this piece.