Good Friday Madness Poem by Norah Tunney

And I want to die loving every single one of you? like the Lover on the cross. still the vagabond child. you have a great call to solitude and mystical life dear Norah. this is simply what i feel whenever i read your poems. tony

I think it is in the inner nature of humans to shake off the traces of life every now and then, to ride a wild horse into the sunset, an urge to swim with sharks, or bungy jump off tall buildings. Some pursue the adrenaline experience whereas others compromise and write fantastic poetry. I enjoyed your spirited write :)