I meant to write a letter, but
The letters burned away;
I meant to raise a flag, but
The white ones won the day;
I meant to tell you what I meant, but
The meaning lost its sway;
And though I always meant to ask you,
I always feared you wouldn’t stay.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
Could you reattach a link please.
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Oh yes, that would be helpful, wouldn’t it? 🙂 Thanks for bringing it to my absent mind’s attention.
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I am loving what you are doing with this – clearly not every poem appeals to me…but then that’s rather the point really.
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I’m glad to hear you are enjoying it. I’m always welcoming suggestions of talented poets I might want to consider that I haven’t… so feel free to make suggestions if you have any. Thanks for taking the time to share your encouragement. Most is self-motivated. 🙂
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