TRYING TO CATCH UP

here you are my freind these poems dignified and spoken reach out and voice the deep that lays dark and placid on calm still days waiting in winds that will rise the chop like pains gravity swinging our satellite accomplishments

yes the fear what is there so much unknown my Loris father fights the cancer fifty seven a man of his town the strong provider standing by his children paying his support when his wife separated I know him well we love to watch movies and take dinners with his wife and his daughter and I chemo shut his liver down dialysis now in Sudbury where all the air ambulances fly the major northern hospital north of Toronto East of St Sault Marie Ontario major surgeries are done there in the minning city My father since passed had his open heart surgery and then later a new vein in his leg He got a little red pillow from the heart foundation that he loved His female calico cat Named Fluffy would sit on the pillow on his stomach as he reclined as he healed as his breath came in ragged puffs when his hear originally was failing Sat near him that night listening to him Mortal this mighty worker healed the cat and he both aged sleeping his humour good his wife jolly he passed from a stroke fell in the kitchen one evening by the time she got him to Huntsville he was dead I never went near the last year His cat cried and cried for him and they had to put her down her greif uneneding she was almost twenty had good visits with him before he went I want to believe in something more then this the natives believe in the spirit world I have had strange things occur in my time here so far that cannot be explained by even mathematical occurence yet I too see the future knowing as others are gone one by one that where will I go and yes the fear that wakes us the first tendrils of light in the room the sunrise full of uncertian promise and hope the grey of rains bleeding through the shadow of relief soft and cool peaceful and calming your writing has touched me Longo your positive responses and comments as a freindship revealed I look forward to your poems as wonderful treasures Your freind Orgami!!

I cannot follow these dialogues in erudition, but I too feel like Orgami when it comes to reading your poetry Longobardolino mi. I understand so well the feeling of being "the little boy" and "letting them know I am someone" in this world of strangers who don't give one a second glance when one stumbles. You have created poetry that lifts you above those strangers and you sail in other clouds of magic that they could never even dream of. They cannot appreciate your spirit and soul, they are in their ruts of paths that go just on and on, while you are on the peaks, and can see beyond their mundane lives to things far greater and more rewarding than they will ever even know exist. How glad we are that you will share with us and let us feel some of your pain, that we might help soothe you just a little if we can. Your Annuccia with love.