I've just now signed up for my Prosebox after reading about it on a friend's post at another place where I've written since 2002. Perhaps this will help me keep in touch and make new friends, too. I'm not online as often as I used to be, but these connections are still very important to me.
Seems like I should include a poem, so here's one from some time ago at the other place.
Rocking Matters
Season’s breezes give sensations of sailing,
though the rocking boat is only my metal lawn chair
swaying back and forth on my concrete front porch,
powered by muscles that want to row me to
a swell of satisfaction, an island of dreams,
beneath a sky filled with luck and natural GPS.
Six notes of wind chimes ring their tones
in a lazy dance of dappled shade,
a swell of satisfaction, an island of dreams,
as lone bee hovers near my pen
perhaps considering what nectar he’d sip
if he could find the way into the tip,
and I wonder if any pouring from my pen
will ever be worth a drop of honey,
but think, what matters money?
when love is mostly where I’ve been
as flows my sacred universe within
a swell of satisfaction, an island of dreams.
by Fearless Dreamer
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