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

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