by Arking
The resonances here echo. That sense of "no, I won't, not me, she should" is evoked so well - and the loneliness with both causes it and perpetuates it. Your poetry is from the heart Bobbi xxxxx
Pain and yearning; uncertain of where to go or what do next.
Rudderless.
And yet, you capture that emotion and portray it here for us to share with you.
Paul, you are such a wonderful foil for me. Your thoughts and critics are most welcome. Thank you very much. xx