DREAM THAT BEGINS AT THE COLONNADE CAFETERIA
Ouch
I’ve experienced that hug
Trying for a tug
Upon my heart
For a new start
My body is rigid
My heart is frigid
If I became warm
I’d soon be in a new storm.
Perfect.
I love that one can count on the steel sides no matter what.
Vivid. We all know…. Fantastic poem
"... the crumbs she didn't want ..."
A great line for an awful feeling - that of being the unwanted 'crumbs'
Ooph. Lots of feelings bundled between those arms.
Our dreams don’t hesitate to tell us the unflattering truth, do they?
They do not. And your ability to frankly transform those truths into art is uncanny.
Callahan! this part made me laugh:
"something? You never even liked me
and you don’t respect me now."
I think it's because it stemmed from not liking lunch. My GOSH! hah
Hope all is well!
You’d think, wouldn’t you? 😉
Ouch
I’ve experienced that hug
Trying for a tug
Upon my heart
For a new start
My body is rigid
My heart is frigid
If I became warm
I’d soon be in a new storm.
Perfect.
I love that one can count on the steel sides no matter what.
Vivid. We all know…. Fantastic poem
"... the crumbs she didn't want ..."
A great line for an awful feeling - that of being the unwanted 'crumbs'
Ooph. Lots of feelings bundled between those arms.
Our dreams don’t hesitate to tell us the unflattering truth, do they?
They do not. And your ability to frankly transform those truths into art is uncanny.
Callahan! this part made me laugh:
"something? You never even liked me
and you don’t respect me now."
I think it's because it stemmed from not liking lunch. My GOSH! hah
Hope all is well!
You’d think, wouldn’t you? 😉