A heart is judged not by how much you love, but how much you are loved by others
Thank you to the Wizard of Oz for my title. By either standard, I feel satisfied with mine.
Things have gotten so calm around here suddenly.
I am able to at last concentrate on writing poetry that is both witty and pleasant. And beyond. Like this very special one here (ok its not that recent but now feels like the time to post it)
posted by idnami @ 7:10 AM
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Beautiful that, and rather poetic..
Those very flames are the ones I used to first transmute myself to handle light again from shadow...
the poem makes me think of old times and other places...
keep writing, I am enjoying it immensly
the title reminds of the lesson in 'death of a salesman'.
Which version of that play were you reading? Or is poetry that subjective?
Am I talking to myself again?
the title of the blog was expressive of a thought related to the subject of the poem, but was not the title of the poem itself, if that answers your question.
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