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 “)

Neruda would’ve invited you over for a beer on the veranda, and talk words with you. What an afternoon that woulda been, huh. You’d fit right in.

You just nailed the seasons here Curt .. well you did, all bar Summer .. Now I’m betting you are going to have one hell of a time between the coming of Spring & Autumn .. Write on brother .. Neville

Love love this one… it’s one of those that flows sweetly from the heart into ours, just how love should flows. “welcome the chaos of your smile” how gorgeous this line is… expressing the bittersweet mess love can make us feel, it will stick in my head along other lines too, oh perfect poetry of love ✨💖💕 I like the song too, it fits the emotional ambiance. Thank You🤍

Ms. Mary, within a smile, worlds collide, kaleidoscopes swirl colors, and hearts beat faster into a blush. In other words, CHAOS!!! Who knows what would, or could have happened had those letters been sent, or words spoken? Perhaps a wonderful chaos?

Thank you, Mary. I always look forward to your visits and words.