its a whole new ball game isn’t it .. You are a braver man than me tho’ Thomas I daren’t try anything new these days .. I’m either stuck in a rut or stuck in my ways .. Just keep using that shovel tho’ mate and you’ll have a hole in one in no time .. 👍

I do know some of these terms. I get antsy watching golf. You do need concentration and a good swing. I liked this

Thank you. You’re the best.

Cleverly penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend per usual. Appreciate you.

Damian

I can relate, because I am a super putt-putter! LOL.
This write is full of vivid detail for sure. And concise but fully delved. Perhaps to be printed and posted at every club house across the country…before the hackers take to the greens. LOL

Yes. Thank you, my friend.

I remember this song well. Tremendous work. You nailed it.

She was “tasty”…er… perhaps I should have kept that to myself. ;0) In the end, though, she was the one who consumed me. Isn’t this the way all ‘obsessions’ end?!!

Mary, searching for and posting this older poem, was worth getting the comment you left. I’m glad you “loved everything about it.”

Funny and sad.
This piece is wonderfully human.

This is sad. He boxed up his soul.

Thank you so much!

This is disturbing, but believable. You need to pass a test before getting a driver’s license, but no qualifications at all are needed to become a parent–the most important job in the world. Numerous are those who go through life with broken souls.

This is a beautiful portrayal of Native American culture. I love the part where she bestowed wisdom to him.

Most people don’t know the ugly history of the US. They do not know of the ‘Trail of Tears’ and the forced march suffered by Native American peoples. And some think it was only the Cherokee on this ‘trail’. It included the Cree, Seminole, and Miccosukee, and other Tribes. Many thousands died along the way. This horror is part of what they want to erase from the history books.

My ancestors (a long ago Grandmother on my father’s side), were slaughtered by the Dutch. She was Lenape.

Thank you Mary, for sharing, it means a lot to me.

I love Native America, Native America tales, wisdom, music and wolves, their howls and cries. and like expected of their music, the one you’ve shared holds sadness within its layers. I amdire your poem for the simplicity yet the depth it has, normally longer poems don’t keep me along the reading, but here it’s different, I read it all with no pressure, it feels like home, the Native America home… the burnt sage caught me because it’s in my culture too.
the sheer wisdom and magnificence of the final two verses are for real something else. True loves comes when You find your own whole self, when You win your spiritual test and yes finds the home in You (how I love this phrase!) You don’t need someone to complete You, You want someone to share it with You. yet, even that the broken hearted wolf knows this truth, he also knows that sometimes You must feel it all to be able to let it go or pass to the new stage. a truly brilliant piece my friend ✨

Powerful work. Tremendous.

Did you also read part 1 WAITING FOR MONSTERS?

I smile on both ends from that comment!

Since that day at 24, I’m ok on orgasms. Toys and strange men…sorry society. Women also! Yummy. A few things still trigger. Face front is the worst. Feeling restricted (held down) causes me to freeze. Or I see past faces that aren’t there. Some music triggers and some names, also. Not being in a relationship, I probably have too much sex. Last relationship there was companionship and caring – but little sex. I ended it. I still have a life to live. I can’t do boredom.