How Others Do It

I know that feeling that you have. Good poem, I enjoyed it. Yes, some people are enjoying the good life, but its all worldly, earthly things. I have struggled all my life, the only thing I learned is to enjoy what you do have and not wish for what appears to be the good life. Its all fake. The eye of the needle Anna If you had all that you probably would not take the time to write, you have a gift that money cannot buy. take care, Patty

Hugs and more Hugs to ya! Your inner spirit has made you the well-rounded poet you are... generous and strong... have I told you I love your writing? Richard

You can keep your 4 star hotels, I prefer the smaller places where one comes into contact with local people, hotels are not worth entering, unless one is prepared to play the role of the hotel visitor. My parents once said that we were going into that hotel, pointing to it, and when we get in there your must make sure you hold your knife and fork properly and don't do this, and don't do that..by which time I was not in the least interested to visit that hotel and have always felt awkward in them, or felt like doing something naughty to antagonise them. But to the other side of the poem, oh Anna, oh Anna, how can such a person as yourself be without someone to be near you? I cannot understand that, you seem so outward going and so charming, so full of poetry and enjoyment of the things that are of worth in life. I often think of myself and ask why do I deserve such luck as I suppose its luck, I don't know, I have had many loves in my life and would not have been without any of them, they are there in my heart forever - don't know how they would get on if they met each other there, oh what a thought!!! I have always liked the company and challenge of men, and am not a woman's woman, not a womens lib person either, I believe in helping those who are grossly mishandled and discriminated, yes, but I am glad men are men I love them so. Are there not any here who wish to creep up on that beach you are lying on and surprise you with paradise? Yours Ann of Norway

I thought I had already commented on this piece. Must have forgotten to hit submit... Anyhow, I love this speculative write. What if... I cannot say what either of us would write If our lives had taken different turns neither can I answer your question Who made us We will have to dive down into our own dark depths And look for the shell that holds The pearl, the answer, there (Note: I may need someone to push me) Yours, ~Nina “Like plumbers and dentists, poets are fallible, and the possibility of genuine nonsense cannot be ruled out.” (Mark Haddon)

Futile question, I think. I think poets, in particular, have a disproportionately high rate of mood disorders so I'm not sure where the contented ones are. Maybe that's why you don't know; you can't find any to ask! Ah well, everything can be lost in an instant. Best to just enjoy what you have. Some good things remain.