I don’t know if I ever grew up. Losing that spark of silly just seems tragic to me. Glad you stumbled on this old gem. Made me smile 😊

Thank you dearly my friend! I so need all this feedback! You and Willow have lifted me up today! It is I who need you!

You??!! Grown up?? Highly doubtful, not with pup-pies running around or with fishbowl gup-pies. And I am guessing you are good friends with that ‘flying’ Peter and his pixie friend. I think we “older” folk need a slogan or motto, something like “The older I gets, the younger I feels” (in mind if not in body…LOL). And of course we will also need a theme song, this poem will do quite nicely I think!!!! Go, FlatDaddy, GO! Keep on rockin’ tha stage!! And the crowd ‘snaps’ galore.

Curt

hello dearest poet this is truly beautifully written in its message and form ❤️

This is a good piece. “You were never walking alone,” nice line. Welcome to Stars Rite

10/10

Excellent writing.

A gentle and enduring Taoist quality flows through each and every word here. I can hear the bells of truth fervently ringing.
Having read this inspiring write, my own inner light is brighter and stronger. Thank you for the share!

Clay

“Every step you take
is a small rebellion.
Every breath you claim
is proof you are enough.”

I can’t even tell you how much I needed to read this. And that right there…I read 5 times. Brilliant piece! Welcome to the Stars!

Will be posting up more as I get into the swing of things here. Thank you kindly. 🕊️🙏

Powerfully penned, k. Incredible write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Wise words left by a person who knows how and what to be: instinct versus chance OR
experience that’s lingered and fast becoming a good friend?!

Very encouraging words and writing… I pray we live by them… I wish life was as simple as… welcome to Starsrite

That is a prayer of mine as well! Thank you so much, as well, for the kind welcome, Sam. 🙏🕊️

I was way too chicken to get on top of any roof. lol
But I would lay on a trampoline at night which was so cool.
Mostly because it felt like I was floating while gazing at the sky. Night or day. Didn’t matter.
A nice escape – good for adults and kids.
We all need them to stop thinking about reality sometimes.

Oh, I understand. Sometimes a kid’s just gotta do what a kid’s gonna do. And it’s always worth it — especially when you look back at it from the distant now, and realize how much more we had then. I have to think I knew it then, or I wouldn’t have done it. The only way it could last was in my memory.

Live in a building where they have locked the roof. But I would gaze out the window and dream. Lived on the top floor.

hello dearest poet I feel the plight of humanity in and on my own body…we are not all so blind and unfeeling… great write ❤️

That’s very interesting — and scary. It must be very difficult to live this way. I wish you peace and thank you for sharing.

You write the truth.
Are we as a species , evolving or devolving.
Keep up the good work as you say lots with very few words.🙏

Thank you, M. It’s funny, but I think of that time often, up on that roof. I can still feel the scratchiness of those asphalt shingles and smell the honeysuckle wafting up from our back yard. Wondrous times, wondrous nights.

Wow! From the roof, gazing at stars and beauty, to gazing at minds and blackness. I love it. I am still gathering material to my “roof” poem. I enjoyed reading your roof poem. Well done, FD “)