I sat in Meng’s weary, waiting
dusk long since descended
nightfall now master of the sky
with wind blown snow
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Bernstein's such a darling, Charles. And the story he relates, so saddening, especially in the final 2 lines. I love your characters, Charles, as I always tell you. They're so real. Warm regards, Gina.
I 've always enjoyed your pieces, but I really like what appears to me to be a new style for you. This poem is magnificent. j.
Wonderful ending, in particular, indeed.... tragedy finely expressed.
This is excellent and life is so cruel sometimes Charles, I identified with her to the degree of single parenthood and what a mother should and should not do for her kids. I stood on the line and peered over, but never quite stepped over thus far, but I have thought about the possibilities of what what I could/would or should be prepared to sacrifice. I have been lucky so far and soon I will be past it! lol 10 from Tai
Sometimes life is just surviving moving with numb flat automaton responses. Its sadness touches the heart touches the spirit a beginning of compassion in the reader. A poem filled with heart and compassion.