The real is so mundane;
The ideal superfluous
What is new in this?
Hear the hiss of hymn,
Tearfully pretty;
What is love? bliss?
Seal the spirit of happiness;
Righteousness is trite;
Words that haunt can simply miss,
Fall on grounds of seedless sight;
Blundered blinks are bewildering,
Woven quilts are seamless.
And mothers' day is what,
Without mother?
A day less to wish?
K.Q.
Khalida,
seamless
un-betrayed
ready to speak
the word
no one can speak
Peter
bump
A day less to wish?
Great line, Khalida, happy Mother's day to you.
Les
forward
K.Q.,
It's been too long since we had the joy of reading your poetry here. I hope your world-life will allow your creative-life room to breath and share.
amo,
Peter
p.s.
This is the most recent poem you've posted: March 27, 2022 11:46AM
Dear Peter,
Thanks for always being there and pulling me back. I have written more recent ones, but have not posted on emule. Perhaps I will in the future?!?!
Hope all is well with emulers! I do miss you and do silently pop in every once in a while to read you. Be well!
Hi K.Q. Hope all is well with you. Please do post your recent poems.
Mary
I echo Mary's sentiments.
Joe
Nice to see you posting, Khalida.
Les
Mary, Joe, and Les,
Thanks for your post. I hope to be a little bit more active soon. It has been a long summer and an eventful one too. Miss you all a lot!