I didn’t want to be the first to comment, feeling my mention not worthy of being at the top. But since that isn’t the case any longer let me say to you, what I have already said to versifier directly above me: It is an honor to write ficlets beside you.
Thank you! The best thing is, I’m kinda proud of it myself. When working from experience it can either go poorly or fantastically and – not to blow my own horn (were that possible… wait, I’m a chick) – I think this comes under the latter heading. Thank you for your comments.
This poem layers on the poetic elements with elegance and sadness… or maybe it’s a numbness I get from it— especially towards the end— as if by losing love we are left with a nuclear fallout of vacant emotions, of not caring.
Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)
Sir Bic
Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))
Tad Winslow