Are you sorry now?
Cowlicked
Sallow youth
Fingering the dried sheets
Of childhood
Painted manouschka
Could you know
The first hallilullah?
Fused life
As you sat with well worn magazine
Mopping up what’s left
Wheeling out of butcher’s theatre
Give the cigarette girl
A penny….. so she
Doesn’t bend in two for the muscled drummer
Who plays the same record throughout a long night
Testing her tightly strung strings
With bitten thumbs
Let her know
The birth of understanding
Comes not in filling empty bottles
With crawling dark
But something of the learned
Depth of solitude
Dying out imprints
Like stretched skins behind glass
Look forlorn
TheFeatheredSleep 
Wow. 💕
Wow! That is heavy duty! Wonderful writing!
Dwight
wonderful writing Feathers 😊
Wow Candice, just…….no words
Incroyable
You’re on fire !
Having come from the East Coast Blizzard this may be true! 😉
A croydon version of incredible perhaps? 😉 (thank you!)
Thank you sweet Manuel xo
Thank you so much dear heart xo
dearest Dwight thank you!
I’m so chuffed to see you on FB girl xo thank you for you
You are very welcome… Keep up the good work!
You honor me my friend and I so appreciate your support and encouragement xo
🙂
I’m there, but I don’t use it much. Lol so I apologize if you post something important and I just don’t see it. 💖
xo
Oh, you’ve been gavorting around the neighbourhood 🙂
Haha! Yes!
I hope the gavorting was good for you 🙂
Thank You!
Candice, it is always such a pleasure and delight, I should be thank you.
“The birth of understanding
Comes not in filling empty bottles
With crawling dark
But something of the learned
Depth of solitude”
Wiser words have never been spoken!!! You always come back better than before albeit not always happier. Love N 😉 ❤
Gorgeous appreciation my friend thank you so much
Always a wow, my friend, always amazing words!
Thank you so much lovely friend I appreciate you!
My pleasure dear sweet Feathers❣😘