Hello Faisal:We have been in touch, one way or another, rather a lot this weekend!This poem is, once more, beautifully atmospheric, and we love the image of 'hands tilling,/grew branches.
Yes, I can't stop writing. I had begun my adulthood as a poet, but gave it away, because I couldn't stand trying to sell it...I thence became practical, in reality my weakest point. What I love about your site, and blogging generally, is the liveliness. Thankyou, both of you, for caring.
Faisal,This really beautiful. Thanks.
Thankyou indeed, Michael.
Lovely poem, Faisal! Gardens are the smiles of our souls, visualised...
Thankyou, Nicholas. When I was writing this, I was remembering my grandfather's garden, large enough for a small boy to get almost lost in. I see that memory as an introduction to much of what's followed.
This is lovely, and makes me feel peaceful and serene and we all need moments like that. Thank you.
Thankyou, Andrea. Sometimes it takes forever to put a poem's few lines together, but I like the distillation process.