I was just busting your chops because you used "Poetry is boring" as an example trigger, Beach.

I gotta go with sir Paul's take on this one, Beach... "Live and let die.".



In retrospect, your comments on my poems did seem a tad patronizing.

Thanks, Robin.

American songwriter, singer, and chill vibes maestro, Jimmy Buffett set sail for calmer shores on the first day of September 2023. His 76 years of perpetual motion helped bring balance to many a weary soul, through soothing and playful reminders to savor life's simple pleasures, even while navigating rough sea's.

Learning of his death jolted me. The humanity of his songs and the poetic brush he painted with, spanned between scenes of laid-back leisure and relatable real-life mosaics. These songs have, and will continue to inform and comfort me.

http://twitter.com/POTUS/status/1698022437340819623?ref_src=twsrc%5Egoogle%7Ctwcamp%5Eserp%7Ctwgr%5Etweet

http://www.wsj.com/story/jimmy-buffetts-life-in-photos-ad699bbb

This is a touching heart-wrenching expression of emotions I empathize with, Storm.

Your thoughtful feedback is much appreciated, Storm.

Thanks for keeping us informed about 2K, Storm. It's good to know she's recovering.

Thank you both.

Morning dew clinging to shimmering leaves,
sap veins made visible in the glistening light
life flows inside.

Hanging dewdrops drip from the tips,
pulled to the dry earth beneath
by the spinning of this galaxy we’re rooted in.

The blaze of a stellar parent
feeds bellies, fuels the dynamo
cranking the celestial assembly line.

Blueprints racing through brains
carried by muscle bone and skin
that build pencil drawings into skyscrapers.

Blood vessels distend in the glistening light,
life flows inside.
Sweat seeping from pores trickles from fingertips,
pooling on the dry earth beneath.

Hang tough Sherrie. Wishing you speedy healing.

Uncle Kracker

Azrael Azitgets

This was a test.

Thank you, Storm.

Thank you, Julie.

Barges of plastic flotsam
carry sun faded labels
hawking in all of earth's tongues,
bobbing and bumping
touching every numb shore
while stinging waders in this chum.

Melt-water brims over
our continental coastal cups.
The arctic iceberg sculpture
is overflowing the party's pool
a spotlight decomposes it
making rising seas gush.

I'm hot under the collar about
flooded streets and railway goof's.
Gonna open all the windows
then switch off the AC,
mount solar panels on the roof
and cool the temp with LED's.

A warm open-arms expression, Mike.

I really appreciate your kind support of my writing, Storm.

Thank you, Julie.

I appreciate it, Robin.