many silver moons have passed
since you inquired
about my life
I mindfully mused
not all questions answered yet
it’s what we’re looking for
is it not
the many answers
to our lives
you told me about yours
what you knew so far
family
passions
hobbies
hopes
of myself, I thought
insane
consuming
creating,
in kind
you bravely dangled delicate chords
like fishing line
invisible
though durable filament sometimes snaps
if one tugs the strings too hard
you wondered how I was
I wondered too
often
pondering your words
answers
I might have given back then
this
for the gentle returns
never offered
you asked if I remember
I respond–
unforgettable
not the single
or the duet
but
you
rat pack dream
I wonder how it is to live life without regrets, do you?
That’s quite a beautiful drawing you got there AnnMarie and some lovely writing. How was your day? AnnMarie=Number One! Woo hoo!!!!!
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thank you, Dan
woo hoo
good day – very crazy – my beautiful daughter has her senior banquet tonight
gosh, fast they grow
faster they go
am:)
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Well wish your beautiful daughter a happy banquet tonight. Don’t worry she has grown but she isn’t going anywhere. Your welcome AnnMarie. Hope I finish the book this week and can talk about it on my video.
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You’ll see the occasional sign around Vegas mentioning the Rat Pack. So long ago.
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how I wish I could have seen those guys perform
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Oh yeah, me too! That kinda style and class are gone forever. As are the best days of the Hollywood movie scene.
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agreed, John
many of today’s performers take themselves way too seriously – to me they lose some magic when the joy in their craft isn’t apparent
am:)
hope all is well in you world
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I agree! It’s tough still, mostly because of job and money. ggrrr.
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so sorry, John – hang in there friend
am:)
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beautiful –
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thank you very much
am:)
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I really liked this one. Well done.
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thank you, tric
am:)
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First, the drawing. The red tones here — my eye was drawn there first and then had to focus to see the man looking – the woman’s shape. Intriguing — kind of a “remembering” — a “forgetting” — a hazy memory. Especially love the ending here.
I have a theory about “regrets” — having once been asked to write a poem about regrets. I decided, I really don’t have any. And the reason is that every action taken in my life to this point, has led me to this point. If one was changed, it would have a domino effect and then it would affect every moment after it — and where would I be? Not here, not like this, perhaps not with the love of my life. So — yes — there were errors and wrong turns but they all turned out right in my mind, because here I am. Does that make sense? As my daughter says — I am a Pollyanna — and I’m okay with that 🙂
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it must be a sort of heaven in your mind, I’d think to have no regrets
I have a few – not too many – but definitely a few
one, is not discovering my passion for this type of writing much sooner;)
you and I, my friend – I do believe hold optimistic approaches to life-
this view puts a beautiful spin on even regret (for me) 🙂
thank you for your lovely words here
am:)
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