So. What's Happening in the Clean World?

Talk to me, baby.

:heart:

You need the quiet of an afternoon
to listen to the music sung inside,
the sound of your voice
singing softly.

Start with a simple melody of life.
Harmonize with a cascade of laughter.
Let loose the rhythm you have buried
measured to the beating of your heart,

suppressed to offer pounding tympani
of children marching forward
with a vision clear only to them,
even if it is of a mirage.

Enough of them and their booming bass.
Now is time for your song.
Sing it for me tranquillo,
sing it for me dolce.

You need to find the sound
that I love to hear.
Tonight is simply singing.
Tomorrow is seduction with a song.
 
Isn't he amazing?

And we live less than three hours away from each other and have met in person only once. Isn't that insane?

This summer, Fool - we will meet for dinner again. We must.

:rose:

If you're up for dinner sometime, I hear the ribs are terrific out in your general neck of the woods. ;)
 
Isn't he amazing?

And we live less than three hours away from each other and have met in person only once. Isn't that insane?

This summer, Fool - we will meet for dinner again. We must.

:rose:

Absolutely. Sometimes it would be nice if life weren't quite so rich in the activities/employment department.
 
I know. Some mornings I wake up and do not even know what day it is.

The past two weeks I can recall waking up Tuesday morning and thinking - is it Friday? I'm so tired it must be Friday already. :cool:



Looking forward to seeing the finished product.

:rose:

Me too. I am curious to see if there is even a market for that book. How do you measure success? At Lit, poems get maybe 1 read for every 50 or so reads of a story. We will see.
 
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