“She was there until she was gone”—Butterflies are free, like in the old seventies film.
And women are free as well, they may lite upon our branch for a few seconds…but we must not try to hold them.
They will come back if they wish.
Like this poem a lot, Neville.
j.

Hello Jacob, it is good to see you have joined the new gang .. and thanks tons for reaching out & considering my little but not so new scribble .. Indeed, many thanks indeed sir & wishing you well .. Neville 😎👍

Tremendous work, as always my friend.

This gives me old Korean movies with the monks or a person taking notes, sitting and writing, and people ignoring them as they go about having their conversations.
Interesting

Tremendous work, my friend.

Nice, pleasant work.

I see it as concern for a world that may be in trouble or a culture that may be disappearing.
Nice one Neville. (Relic)

I’m not sure if I got You right here, but in my mind I see it as the fear of writer’s block, maybe because I see myself here with the white pages waiting for words… Good Coffee Saturday ☕