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 “)

I can see why there is silence and then applause. It is poetic the way she decided to leave this earth the moment she arrived, but still, that is something. I like sending it to the senator, showing what happens to people with budget cuts to needed medications and research for a cure.

I read this late last night and had to log off before I commented.
This is intense. For as dark as it is it has a lot of intimacy.
Through you the audience got to know her and in turn care about her.
Bravo!👏

A bit macabre, here. Quite appropriate for this time of year. Poe might be jealous. Very good writing, I’d say.

ha-ha, it would have to be next to nuns. 🙂 Time has a way with our minds when there’s only you and a long road, but wondering where time went and the weird things that can go through the mind is rather odd sometimes. I’ve been there. Thankfully I haven’t experienced any torturous itching. 🙂

Good one. 🙂

“What if I’m Pregnant.” lol okay this had me going.

Loved this. Gave me a big smile along with profound thoughts on the journey of life. Well written indeed. Just flowed for me as I read. Very enjoyable road trip along the avenues of time and space.

John

I like the breaks of “and yet” This is great theme for this month, I enjoyed this.

Thanks, Fia. I am so glad you like the line breaks. I feel that, with certain writes, visual presentation can be important to how the piece is perceived. This is one of those.

I caught the curse vibe in this.
It slowly built up like a possession of his mind and actions
Until it turned into an obsession. I enjoyed devotion in this.

This is a right good salty tale, especially so since it comes from an Air Force dude. (Makes me a bit jealous, it does) Never see the shore again? I know the feeling, but here’s a tip–if you look to that fluid horizon at night, you will often see tiny lights.