A piece sparked off by something Bull Muse said on the forum about the poet being reliant on the reader for his or her reaction.

Poetry. Read it.

Just a poem. Nothing more.

Pink Lemonade.

A.N.Trani.

A.N.Trani.

Did they leave their hearts behind?
or was love just not enough?

Too much of comparisons can make one sad.

More on-the-spot writing from me.

And you thought squirrels couldn’t talk. (photo by the author taken on my friend’s deck. He has squirrel nuts…I don’t.)