June 25, 2o13
Sometimes I get weary of posting my work because I don't get enough "hits" and not enough verbal response. Sometimes it feels like I shouldn't have bothered writing anything. The worst is to have someone else's poem (which seems only "so-so" to me) gets all kinds of hits when it doesn't deserve any attention at all. But my ego isn't all that big, and I don't write just to be told how wonderful I am. it would just be nice if more people appreciated what I'm doing. Yeah, I know, "Boo-hoo" for me. Anyway, another poem.
Fancy
I very rarely dream of flying
but almost always dream of falling,
bouncing when I hit the ground.
There never is a sound
just a cool breeze
rushing through my hair.
Yes, when I dream,
I have a full head of hair,
and younger too, and always
happier than when I wake.but almost always dream of falling,
bouncing when I hit the ground.
There never is a sound
just a cool breeze
rushing through my hair.
Yes, when I dream,
I have a full head of hair,
and younger too, and always
—rrw o6-25-13
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