wildflower meadow the names you’re not here to tell me Published by Bob Redmond Bob Redmond lives in Burien, WA. View all posts by Bob Redmond
Poignant because of its immense loneliness, and beautiful because we can picture what Bob is looking at. No matter how one interprets his words, this is a lovely poem. Reply
autumn flowers bloom this padock of food to life season's imagine __ My humble parallel… "seasoning" of time. _m Reply
Haunting and beautiful.
Thank you
Poignant because of its immense loneliness, and beautiful because we can picture what Bob is looking at. No matter how one interprets his words, this is a lovely poem.
The loneliness is palpable. I feel it even now typing these words.
A beautiful poem.
Thanks for the kind and thoughtful comments!
Beautiful – at once bald and restrained.
autumn flowers bloom
this padock of food to life
season's imagine
__ My humble parallel… "seasoning" of time. _m
Lovely. We lost a father lately and this resonates powerfully. Thank you.