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I enjoy discussing topics whether known to me or not. When quite young one of my birth family's grannies said children should learn something new every day. Have tried best I can although - my head often aches!
I could go overboard with thanks, Styxian! I try very hard to get to the core of writing the use of my own words! I was initially a short story writer but now destined to try my hand at poetry. Not easy! Take care.
'thunder, now passed, praising rain on a lean-to… this high & sky full of mist & wist, satisfied shine, rich with daggered eyes in flight… earth & alighted, poor with cosmic delusion… cockatrice glare through fog & moon.' Superbly but subtly visual, pensive yet explicit? Why not, sez I.
thunder, now passed, praising rain on a lean-to… this high & sky full of mist & wist, satisfied shine, rich with daggered eyes in flight… earth & alighted, poor with cosmic delusion… cockatrice glare through fog & moon.