A Friend's Brother Comments

The opening stanza with a cyclonic wind hidden within a small heat prepares us for the disruptions in the course of the poem. The morning dawns brightly but something goes wrong almost immediately, as if there is a moral flaw in the world which makes the best hopes wither before being allowed to flourish. Good things have no stability in this world, they collapse. Hope fails, but will be reborn again and again, because rebirth is its nature.

today is Sunday 20, and as I promised....... our the book is ready! (at this very moment, it is in revision - by Amazon) and in a few hours (maybe 6 hs) it will be online BUT, PLEASE, WAIT for my EMAIL, before sending the letters.. because I have some news.. Have a good night!

One needs a strong mind to view the death in nature's perspective and understand the reality. Your poem is inspiring and interesting. Enjoyed.

I've taken a few minutes 'free' to rest my eyes.. as I'm working on the book.. And I've seen your new poem.. a good one, indeed.. Cheers