hahaha, good one. Had it been the time of covid you’d have a good reason to wear a mask.
I’ll never look at mustangs the same again. 🙂

I loved reading this. It somehow scratched an itch I couldn’t reach haha. Thanks

Wow! I’m speechless. My father died of dementia and this is a bit scary to read being I can relate to it. Noy only in what I saw from my father but others around him during hospital and rehab visits.

I’m glad you didn’t leave. You’re too good to hide your writing.

Thanks so much for the dedication, Paula. 🙂

This is good. My friend’s mother has dementia, and it breaks her heart to see her that way.
I am also glad you did not leave.

This is outstanding, Curt. It sounds to me like something Kerouac might have written. It needs voice, I think — but then, I think that of damn near everything — except a whole bunch of things I’ve heard on the radio and TV that should never have been heard by anyone. I do have my limits. There’s only one good thing about those things: I can turn them off. Now this, this is good very beautiful. It sings without the music. I could feel the need, the longing and the heartbreak. Excellent work, my friend.

This is some serious juice of a lexiphile! Gonna be sighing on this one for days…

“vivid as wildflowers” I might steal this line sometime! This beats for me as a song, it has the rhyme and the musical tune, and I can’t help but to remember “wind of change” yes the 80th song, because all I can think of is this poem being a revolutionary song and since the title is “Love” it even holds more power, great poem my friend, it radiates with enthusiastic energy.

Well, I am glad I found you here, my friend. You are so welcome here and your voice is needed to give this piece the additional life it can have. Your words are very powerful, and I feel the song in it before you have given it that extra bit of life. So well written. I had no idea you were a revolutionary. Curt. Outstanding work! I look forward to hearing it. Please alert me when it is done.

Your poem is amazing, absolutely amazing, dear Curt! To me love isn’t a feeling, it’s a state of being. When you become love, you will be the wildflower, the deep blue ocean and the bird song, the world needs to feel, hear and see to develop. By being the personification of love you help the whole world to become a better place!
The rhythm and flow of your poem is superb, it calls out for becoming a song.