Your first-published poem is beautiful, Siodhna, and irises are my favorite. Lovely, too, reading your post where you share your thoughts on the day-to-day. Best wishes to your son for a quick and sound healing, and for your father and mother, too.
Thunderstorm rolling in with weather report calling a tornado watch for the area. Good son is improving. The erasure turned out OK, so maybe I’ll try another though I rather like teasing the words out of my own head. Enjoy your weekend, Siodhna!
Best wishes for better health soon, for yourself and your Son - your Dad too, though I know Parkinson's is an ongoing thing. He raised a wise and creative Daughter, and I'm sure he knows that.
The world needs more wisdom, and less of the idiocy of the Vance's and the Trumps.
The Pope's words speak for many - and not just followers of his faith.
In the middle of turblulent news, there is also our own reality to process...a very thought-provoking post. Makes me pause and wonder how to groud myself outside it and how to understand how to respond.
Bronchial congestion needs treatment. I try Irish whiskey or rye humor with honey, cayenne pepper and thyme will help. Open pores snuff fresh horse radish up the nose. Put another notch in your belt. Sleep tight. Be well.
Marvellous. I find the slower I read your work the more it sparks.
That's a constructive comment, Edgar. My brain whizzes like a pinball machine at times, I'm more myself in the slowdown.
The concept of thin places delights my heart!
Me too Angela, visceral.
Oh, this is gorgeous.
Thanks so much Margaret Ann!
What a beautiful composition of words 🩵
Beautiful poem and beautiful sentiments, I agree with everything you say here, as usual :)
Hey Jonathan, really lovely to hear this. Greetings from sunny, showery, hope laden Dublin.
Your first-published poem is beautiful, Siodhna, and irises are my favorite. Lovely, too, reading your post where you share your thoughts on the day-to-day. Best wishes to your son for a quick and sound healing, and for your father and mother, too.
Thanks Paul, he's improving. And it's Friday! Lovely to hear from you and to read your erasure poem earlier. I'm jumping back in to read it again...
Thunderstorm rolling in with weather report calling a tornado watch for the area. Good son is improving. The erasure turned out OK, so maybe I’ll try another though I rather like teasing the words out of my own head. Enjoy your weekend, Siodhna!
A wonderful poem, my friend.
Best wishes for better health soon, for yourself and your Son - your Dad too, though I know Parkinson's is an ongoing thing. He raised a wise and creative Daughter, and I'm sure he knows that.
The world needs more wisdom, and less of the idiocy of the Vance's and the Trumps.
The Pope's words speak for many - and not just followers of his faith.
Best Wishes - Dave
Thanks David, how lovely to hear this landed!
In the middle of turblulent news, there is also our own reality to process...a very thought-provoking post. Makes me pause and wonder how to groud myself outside it and how to understand how to respond.
I'm loving hearing about this pause, it was passed me to you Rajani.
Bronchial congestion needs treatment. I try Irish whiskey or rye humor with honey, cayenne pepper and thyme will help. Open pores snuff fresh horse radish up the nose. Put another notch in your belt. Sleep tight. Be well.