Look longingly,
eye on the prize,
distant horizon; whatever...
it is not enough to have
...
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Dear Hugh, Unfortunately, I have known a few woman who were wounded in one way or another in childhood, one who succumbed to pain, yet another who not only survived her ordeal, but miraculously shines radiantly like a high magnitude star. This truly touched a sensitive nerve in me. Once again Hugh, one more in the series of wonderful Cobbian poems. I've yet to be disappointed. I would recommend 'One a Day Hugh' multi-vitamin for anybody at this site. Warmest regards, Gregory
You do this free verse so well Hugh. This conjures up many images and there is a feel that a dialect exists in which sleaze (sorry but that seems to come across to me) combines with real beauty. I think it is the title that gives me that impression.
Being a former dancer I was drawn in by the title. A friend of your recommended I visit your work, and I'm not sorry. Some of your words could have been about me. There always seems to be damage that leads to this career.. wonderful to read from the other side of the lights. Red