Inspired by Longo

Your kind heart shows through this work,Ann. I cannot imagine living with pain so severe every single day of my life,that I am incapable of the enjoyment of birds singing and the magic of life. I do know pain that is quite debilitating,and just wanting to curl up in a fetal position and cry. But to live with it as a constant? I just can not imagine! You have shown us a piece of life that not many wish to contemplate.I think that is why there have been no comments on this piece. You did fine Ann, Thanks for tackling a hard subject.Gee.

painful words for a painful subject. This is really touching and the simple every day things you mention make it clear that pain is a constant companion which can never truly be forgotten to those who suffer from this disease. Yours, ~Nina

And now I can hear your voice. That straight from the heart Englishness, little interested, but in a pinch able, to suffer fools gladly (of course I am not directly commenting on the poem here but the voice). what solace the singing of a bird none That has the forearm of Kingston upon Hull; I see a family resemblance. Ann, these are well worded constructs. And there is a time, a cadence which measures the beat of the words, allowing you to go long phrase, medium or short - all fitted as if welded into a leak-less vessel. Were you just waiting to see if it was noticed? It has been, hasn't it. As it deserves to be. Affectionately, Brian

Hello Anne How nice to meet you! I have seen your comments for others from time to time and decided to investigate! Liked this poem! It was so immediate and a daily occurence for me living in Africa with its poverty and Aids afflictions. "what thoughts what dreams do they aspire the blackness of their every hour profound" I see it in so many faces everyday! Thank you for capturing that so well... Cheerio Boni