Really? I wrote this more than 50 years ago when I was a young, horny USAF airman stationed in Germany, to impress a young French girl on our first date. She giggled, but it was our last date. How could you have possibly known that phrase? I never wrote it down anywhere until I posted it here! Where did you learn it?

Thanks for the input, Fia. My inspiration was the death knell sounded by Pete Hegseth and his crowd. And the Lady must be terribly heartbroken to swim all the way back to France.

Absolutely, and it’s getting so much worse now. I suppose Hegseth will see my Lady swimming back to France and have her bombed, too. I suppose we should erect a big hand where she once stood, with the finger directed right toward DC. Now, THAT would be appropriately Liberating!

Thank you, Thomas.

Thank you sincerely, Sam 🌾

It’s a pleasure to compose and share with those who appreciate my earnest efforts.
Your praise and inspiringly gracious comments mean so very much to an olde bard’s hopes.

Many blessings, Syr! ⁓ Richard🖌

Thank you Lady Fia 🌺🐝

Your expressed warmth, appreciation, understanding, and enjoyment of my humble efforts make sharing with you feel so very worthwhile and rewarding.

You’re a most wonderful reviewer … thank you again, Fia ⁓ Richard🖌

With sincere thanks, Dru 🍷
Your gracious comments are truly inspiring.

Creating these Concrete pieces can be a challenge, but enjoyable and quite satisfying in the end … especially, when they turn out so nicely formed.

You should try one! ⁓ Richard🖌

Many thanks, Damian 👍

I am most grateful for your words expressing such positively sincere sentiments and inspiring praise of my skills and desires to pass along the boundless artistic wonderment of our art.

It’s truly a pleasure sharing my enjoyable efforts with you, Syr.
Thank you again! ⁓ Richard🖌

Hello, Dear Sonnet 🎶

Sitting here taking in the graciously brilliant soul breaths of your each living word, I could not help but travel back into our many years and unforgettable memories, to those moments we first met and began sharing poetry on so many different writing sites … and, all that has transpired between us that made an everlasting friendship and bond ⁓ like no other.

How I so deeply cherish recounting every nuance life took us through together, until (as it often does), when moment-by-moment we drifted, not really apart, yet, off into further callings and kismets that take hearts, souls, and minds down many paths t’ward eventual completion of existence off this mortal realm to we are eventually drawn. Ohhh, but how exciting our wondrous travails and blessings have been ⁓ together and apart.

Tho’, as I read through and felt your enthrallingly glowing, intelligently gentle, caring, appreciative, and graciously inspiring words in review for this uniquely rendered poem, I realized how bonded we truly were, are, and (hopefully) shall always be, through eternity. Differently? Yes! You as YOU, I as I can only be … yet, bonded by something, almost spiritual, respectful, and intrinsically blessed … beyond the limitation of words.

I’ve often marvelled at the insights you so vividly express about me and my poetry. It’s, almost, as if the moment I exhaled you inhaled, absorbing the sheer wispy essence of my poetic soul … one of the beautiful aspects of your being I’ve always marvelled at, adored, and loved.

Hmmm? Seems I’ve been needing to share with someone I know will understand, eh?
Ever-so thankfully, I bow to thee, Lady Ghounwah ⁓ Richard🖌

Thank you, Willow.