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A small ship, an old ship Scarred relic of past wars That young sailors never knew That old sailors never forget, She sails now with tattered dignity From one sad port to another Doing tasks her younger sisters, Still flower-fresh in shipyard paint, disdain. Even the waters she sails are ignored by ...

It's not craziness, it's bachelorhood.
Or is that the same thing?

According to poet Robert Browning,

"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?"

Maybe that applies to butterflies as well?

owned by a cat
no cuckoo bird
is required

I wanted to post this because it was the inspiration for the start of my "Loneliness" poem. Shot in Balboa Park, San Diego, CA, about 1994...

Thanks, Doreen, judih, leafsailors ghost. I wasn't off that long, but it seemed like forever. Good to be back!

Thanks, Doreen...

Hi, this is beekaay, formerly beekay. Last week, my memory sprung a leak and my original password vaporized. I tried several time to reset my password but the system wouldn't accept the password emailed to me. So, this is a workaround...

Loneliness is not An old man on a park bench But an empty park bench In the rain. Loneliness is not The empty gaze Of a stranger, but A lover who looks at you With the eyes of a stranger. Loneliness is not The dim street lamp On the darkest corner Until she stands under it Waiting In the yellow cir...