Wow, can you imagine that happening? Getting killed because a ghost wanted revenge

That would be a wicked turn of fate. To become what you eat and end up on your way to the slaughterhouse.

An interesting piece. I somehow imagined Barry screaming something like “Soylent green is people.”

Now you mention it and so eloquently .. I think that many of us have been there and asked the same searching questions .. Write on brother Curt .. You do it so well .. Neville 😎⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍

Brilliant and sweet. Excellent.

This ones of those that is written in simple words yet because the feelings are real and genuine, it’s like the only way to reflect these feelings is by the simplicity. no big words, no complication, it is as it is. It reads for me as a song of love and life, a sweet sad love song.

Thank you, Mary. But those dots at the end of your words, please continue!! ;0)

Favorite line: You cannot cleanse the loneliness, and the sun shines in rainbows, and clouds speak to grandmother moon. This is a wonderful piece of poetry

We played this game in messages to each other very recently, did we not? Oh, on a much smaller scale, of course, and with much less beautiful words than those you have used here, my friend. i.e., “Ah, the sweet smell of success! Or is it the success of sweet smells? etc.” Yes? I like this version much better. You added beauty to it, and made it much more intimate and meaningful. What we did before was meaningless fluff, now a silk purse from a poet’s ear.

I am a fan of Poe’s I like how you changed each stanza around like that;))