ACROSS THIS EMPTY SPACE

Oh woeful time, you travel on apace and we cannot change with it when we are in pain, or have to leave that which is dear to us and inhabit a strange house where the memories are none and the door creaks with another sound, the windows have another view and all is different. But within you you have the same memories and the same rooms. I took with me the meadows of primroses, the great oak trees, the Cox's Orange Pippin apples and Bramleys cooking apples; I can wander when I wish in the woods, or on the beaches of old England and feel at home in my thoughts, even hear the birds and smell the perfumes of the wild wet earth. So we may move abodes but what is of value we take with us forever in our hearts. Wanted to quote something here but have a new little computer and haven't yet coupled it with the HD from the old one, so it will have to wait. A poem we can all identify with, leaving the known, the familiar and the well loved, Longobardolino. Annuccia.

Of course I do Longobardolino, and may you find something exciting and interesting where you arrive, as you arrive, something that will give you new enthusiasm to write new poems and be able to dance your pen across a page (the romantic way of saying write on your computer!!!) and delight us all here again after you are installed. Do tell us what your new venue is like, it might give you a pleasant surprise and in turn surprise us too! Your expectantly Annuccia