I wrote these comments and other random thoughts on Wattpad and elsewhere on the web. I think we as poets have all lost a bit of our soul with the passing of our friend @Lisaner and we are just a bit more mortal and reflective, may we always hold th...
Sometimes I imagine if someone, somewhere is experiencing the same thing I am at the same instance, and the answer is yes, somewhere the light turn blue, sometimes a glint of light sparkles off of the water to blind you; at the same moment as someone else, nothing is new under the sun as it is said. My friend is it the same moon that shines down on you as it does on me? Or does it look the same, and does the air smell the same where you are? When I first went to Oregon as a young man to begin college, I flew in at night. My directions were all mixed up. Where's north, where's east? The birds were different, most of them; the Jay was not our Blue Jay. We had no rhododendrons in Missouri, yet; they were everywhere in Oregon. It rained all the time, but the sun was the same (when it gifted us with its presence through the cloudy skies), it was a bit further to the south than I was used to and the stars were in a southward position as well, but they were the same. Where is the sun where you live? I assume to the north since the world is a sphere. In the summer it is close to midway overhead beating down on us, but the moss grows on the north side, because it is always shaded. In the winter, the sun skirts the southern sky about a third of the way up. My poet friend PJ Johnson, poet laureate of the Yukon spends her winters in the darkness and snowy cold, she doesn't know my summers and the sun is a different beast for her. Do your eyes see the same blue I do or is your blue my red, you can't know for sure unless we change brains.... Lpf. Olan
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