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Dear Joel, The poem is really wonderful, but this is not why I am writing you. My e-mail, mujermaiz@yahoo.com, has been hacked, destroyed. I lost everything -- all my contacts, all my archives. Please e-mail me at susyqbid@yahoo.com I have also written Doreen. I cannot even enter the mujermaiz mail ...

Dadio and I are your poetic elders and we are united in admiration. Sue♥♥♥ This has a gentle sweetness to it that delights me. ♥

Thank you, Martina! Sue♥♥♥

A goddess filled with grace, Joel. ♥♥♥ Beautiful.

Thank you, Creative Soul -- I could ask for no better praise! Sue♥♥♥

Delicately, beautifully erotic -- ♥♥♥

There is something mystic about this poem that touches me deeply. To have a brother across the way, extending his hand, waiting ... without demands or complaints. Just there for you ... ♥♥

So beautiful, so sad ... the slow stars of sorrow. Sue♥♥♥

I thank you, mnaz ... glad so many appreciated the metaphors. Sue♥♥♥

Martina, if you have not already read it, check out "A Beautiful Speaking Voice" -- Hugs, Sue♥♥♥

Thank you, Saw, and thank you, rshreve. Winter is inevitable, but it can also be beautiful ... Sue♥♥♥

Joel, your poetry just keeps getting better and better. This is absolutely ... ah, words fail me! Think moving, beautiful, tender ...

I love the idea of a poet pastor, a poet preacher. You must, you absolutely must collect your poems in an anthology for all your fans.

Hugs, Sue♥♥♥

Thank you, Joel, dear friend -- I reiterate, I am delighted she said YES -- what a wonderful swirl of emotion you poured forth in that post! I am so happy for you, Joel, you cannot imagine! I will be needing an address to send you books. How many do you want? The poem is at the first of the book, an...

The four young people stand close together, two boys, two girls, bright eyes focused on each other, conversing merrily. Above their heads the spring sky bends like a blue hoop decorated with goose down ... I am near enough now to be caught by the silence. As I watch, their hands take flight, fingers...

I loved both poems, and I am soooo happy for you, Joel! Your joy and exhuberance simply blow apart the margins of our poetry and our comments! Martina, here is a palmtree minimalist poem for you: Palm tree, feather duster, Feather duster, palm tree, Cleaning the cobwebs from the balconies of heaven....