I will go now,
To the land of no more smiles,
A place where there’s no more song,
Where grief, and tears, and longing
Enshroud me, all the day long.

And I will stay,
Locked in my prison of pain,
For the light that once was you.
Suddenly flickered, and died,
Briefer than the morning’s dew.

And I will come
When I hear you call my name.
Released from the bonds of pain,
The light so long extinguished,
Illumines the night again.

JP, Another good one. So sad and lonely, but with a glimmer of hope at the end. jhs

JP--great poem--I also felt the sadness

Now I know...
siren

That was sad good poem

"To write something, you have to risk making a fool of yourself." Anne Rice

JP you are dearly missed.

Les

I commented here earlier, but it didn‘t take. JP is on my facebook. Her name, (which I generally wouldn‘t bandy about), is Jeanette Pruitt, and yes, she is still around.

John Summers is awol. He isn‘t showing up on any of my searches, which concerns me greatly. I really hope that he is okay.

I believe JP had trouble logging on to the mule when the website was down a few years back. She like many others probably just got tired of trying to get through to us.


Les