tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100165121947489819.post6315850950825684768..comments2023-10-30T07:55:06.588-07:00Comments on Gershon's Version: not sad or emptyGershon Hepnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11005444630988935085noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6100165121947489819.post-12788876644592603242009-03-08T08:34:00.000-07:002009-03-08T08:34:00.000-07:00What does a writer do but write, when sad and empt...What does a writer do but write, when sad and empty? Call forth images, friends, memories from the past, not to be sentimental, but to make them fresh, current. The writer writes in hope that he will be heard, by his muse, or ex-wife, case dependent. Usually no one hears, he is writing into a void. He either writes for himself or is lost. If his words are heard, it is a gift.<BR/>Ah, finishing a long project. Such satisfaction! Such joy! Knowledge gained, and insight, and you are richer for it.<BR/>Poetry is nothing but windows & mirrors. In these two poems you seem to be looking out the window, a little wistfully, at the past; and in the mirror, and saying, "Look! I am me! I am vibrant! We do have time! We have another fifty years!"<BR/>Sweet sadness.<BR/><BR/>James (formerly know as Hanque)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07042684267971988439noreply@blogger.com