This Little Thing I Do Comments

Wow. This poem is tinged with a little bit of everything, like a movie. I saw it play in my mind as you described it. As always, your poetic talent continues to impress, thank you for sharing :)

marvelous piece. I could hear your voice as I read each line slowly.

Seems very personal Greenwolfe...., but I'm sure that Lamont will like it much more than anything I've written. So there's always one thing you can always find comfort in, remember and cherish....., he HATES my stuff a lot more than yours. And I don't blame him...., I HATE my stuff too....! ! ! Regards, Trade.

Very interesting and touching poem with melodious flow. I love it,10+++

Are you saying 'good by' to the muse who inspired your heartfelt poetry.There is always someone who drives us to the extremes in emotions especially when love follows hate follows regrets follows sad memoiries longing to be fulfilled but forever love unrequited.I think everyone meets that someone whom we don't measure up to that person's standards and yet we find forgiveness for ourselves and for them..Always hang on to a piece of your heart or you will never recover from the Arrow's whims.

good poetry as usual sir. but sad message.. still good poetry.. i like the poetry.. message i have to take. nice

How can she not remember you, all the time, bottles pent between the two..she remembers two the first the many that both you of one apart both still have..iip sorry I'm not much for class room desertions of word, it is a sterilazation it is..iip

Some people we become attached to emotionally, and it just never ends. No matter how badly they treat us, or ignore us, we still continue to hang in there, perhaps wishing for a change of heart? A sad but true statement, this poem is, and hits home with incredible insight. Well done! Linda :)

The little thing I do...... a meaningful and thought provoking...... beautifully knitted words...... thank you for your kind sharing........

That seems to happen a lot to guys. Sorry she didn't see what you were always meant to be. Great poem, Linda Winchell