| + yes... | Romulus Campan Maramuresanu [11.Aug.07 15:43] |
| Lovely, pure, deep without too much complications. | |
| = Walking through fire | John Willy Kopperud [11.Aug.07 16:10] |
A good depiction of sorrows cleansing effect on our souls, Sydney. I enjoyed it too. Cheers from Willy | |
| = Thank you both... | Sydney Krivenko [11.Aug.07 18:06] |
| Thank you both, no, Willy, I did not enjoy this pain, not this time. The poem was written to describe the loss of my beloved black Greyhound girl Star, who never raced, played with squeeky toys and followed me around for ten years like when she was a small pup. She was taken from me by cancer, that horrid devil we all know and fear and some come to hate it when it strikes us personally. Love has many forms and animals know best how to give and teach us how to receive. | |
| = Mistaken | John Willy Kopperud [11.Aug.07 19:57] |
...Oops, Sydney, I might have expressed myself a bit foggy. I never meant to suggest that you ENJOYED the pain. My intention was just to express my satisfaction with your writing! See you on the pages Willy | |
| = No problem, | Sydney Krivenko [11.Aug.07 20:08] |
| Sure, it was me, reacting too quickly. No problem, I was not offended. I do realise that I sometimes enjoy emotional pain and I express that in my poems. Strange human nature... | |