So my luck –
father’s favourite child,
me, no boy for him…
he drinks –
thousand morning scold –
knows I respect, make peace
and, you’d think
protect them
star – wishing god
was there, us
together, working it.
(Friday is Magnet Poetry online.)
Itβs sad π but i love reading your poetry!
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Thanks so much!
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I felt a profound sadness
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Thanks Ivor. That about sums up my childhood, certainly in retrospect.
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Oh that’s awful V.J… I was a fortunate and lucky child, love oozed from my parents π
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You were lucky.
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And loved my Carole just as much xx
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I was going to mention that – you’ve been lucky with love all along. We all have different burdens to bear, I guess.
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Another good one, V.J.–I often feel a pang when I read your poems.
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I think we’d had some parallels in life.
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Yep, seems so.
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Very nice. I’ve never heard of magnet poetry before.
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Oh it’s addictive. Did I leave a link? If not just google magnetic poetry online.
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