I long for the Poetry Threads. I long for the nice people who used to join the threads. I miss seeing good poems with five to ten comments on them, not to mention the rating boards with three to five members who cared to vote. I miss writing thoughtful comments to works of newbies and long-time members, lately I just have been reading and printing and reading in waiting stations and buses.
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I long for members who used to show-up here everyday. No, it’s not anymore the same place that I’ve found before. Unless someone will assure me it still is.
Smithy once told me: ‘I think writers are a bit like tigers. Sometimes they like to go off in new directions on their own. Other times they enter into new relationships and time for writing is limited.’ Such a sad, sad statement. This idea haunts me till up to now. Why, I would also like to fall in love and be away from Lit.Org for months (or a year?) LOL.
This doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate the ones who I still find here. In fact, I am very grateful for them. Thank you guys for constantly sharing your works. I may not be commenting on most of them but I still read. E-V-E-R-Y-D-A-Y! Till maybe I can fall in love with someone too and be gone for a while… :)
My all-time favorite Poetry Thread entry by MzJen1:
If I could fall in love
I would do it, right here
Follow Tina's advice and come undone
With huge, heartfelt, laughterous tears
If I had all the cash
To do with what I pleased
I'd buy the very island
Of Claire's "Exposed!" seas
If I had enough blankets for Dareva's 'Forgotten'
I would give them each a barrier from cold
They could have their choice between silk, and cotton
And it would be their own, to bury, to barter, or simply to hold
If I had the materials necessary to create
A stained-glass sculpture the whole world would see
There are three I would love to see collaborate
William, Peter, and Penelope
If there was ever a way to describe this space
Where I have found comfort and tears
I recommend reading Huni's poem, "This Place"
She says it all, and to all who love LIT, I say "CHEERS!"
crystal face I kiss
tongue tastes like sweet cold rain
I fall into pond