new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Ah, Vassilisonce again you've made us see the delicious irony in the commonality of things that seem cursed, somehow, to look different to us. I believe it's the human condition to be perennially haunted by that 'How much I missed' feel. No matter where you go...
Frost famously wrote of trees, "They are that that talks of going / But never gets away." How good to hear from one that likes where he stands just fine, thank you....
No matter where you go, nice to be appreciated, as if one were a tree. :)