SATIN PILLOW

Must answer my faithful Knight, dear Sir Gee, it is not someone who has broken my heart, maybe in another manner made me feel this way, but also an idea of what it would feel like, so no need to worry, but thank you for your concern, that is a warm heart you have my Geezer. Thank you too for appreciating them and being moved by them, they are usually written with that intent aren't they, love poems, one wrings them out of the heart like an old familiar rag, one that goes through many tearings and other wear during a lifetime and this gives them immediacy of expression. Oh my Valiant Knight at arms, you are indeed a man of true devotion to your queen, she appreciates it and sends you a new head dress with a plume for the writing of your poetry adorning its crown, ever ready for use even on the battlefields of Neopoet's land. I hope I can repay you for your steadfast devotion. We give you a trumpet blast of honour, listen...can you hear it? Wonderful pomp and circumstance stuff that what!!!!! Long may you live. Your Queen with her love Ann of the Nordic Sagas. (Well my aunt Jean Isobel Young, was responsible for translating them)

We two like love poems do we not? They are closest to the human state is it not; when I reread his i feel the colourings of an old fashioned turn of phrase and soon will perhaps seem obsolete, my hair from brown to gey to white, but not just yet. Love Ann

"Desire is a two sided sword that leaves us to believe illusions yet holds a soothing hand that caresses the wounds of love with tomorrow’s mirror. " Oh wow this is great stuff oh Idle mind wondering! I am mortified that you should be in pain, that is not good, I hope that it has all blown away and is never coming back; tomorrows mirror, that is so, so special a way of expressing this, beautifully put Ken. Its fascinatingly surreal image in my mind is teasing me to see behind the mirror. I believe that love is real if the one loving makes it real, it is a giving before anything else and whether it is reciprocated or not, it is as real as it gets when felt with one's whole being. The giving is the love, and it is so wonderful that it overwhelms any negativity, becoming pure positive thinking and vanquishes all else. Well that's what I think!! My love and hope that you will stay well for a very long time Ken, from Ann of Norway.

And here is your voice and a welcome one as aye, it is lovely to hear from your dear Jayne. Thank you for enjoying my poem and for being so positive about it too, sure you can't find any faults or suggestions for bettering it? I am always open for criticisms. Love to you and all your happy cooking family, long may you all live too.( Just done my answer to Sir Gee!) Ann.X

Oh SUCH a lovely comment from you dear Dale, wow you have penned a cloud of pink that surely will ever soothe me should I find myself on the brink of this kind of trouble. No, not exactly, I have been in this situation but many blue moons ago and am happy as I am. Thank you for your sensitive concern, I love your 'tree' so full of intangibility, moonlit and magic, I have seen its maker. Thank you again Dale with my pink cloud of love to send you to sleep tonight as I must away to my bed, good night from Ann.

I feel I have lost something, I felt I had lost something, I did loose something and that hurts so much when one does doesn't' it? One is lamed for a while and cannot breath properly, the sensations of the loss weigh heavily, what ever the other part may mean or say, and this sense of loss haunts us and stays with us for ever like a floating thought in the air, and is reinforced at each and every jog of the memory of it, in the same way as your sad feelings still, at the loss of your sister and your cat. Estrangement is hard and never really leaves us however hard we try to cover it up. But life goes on and we have to sing our song as best we can in spite of its disappointments, we must look on the bright side and see the pettiness of our egoism too sometimes. Love from egoistic Ann. From another bonnie wee las fea Noroway, "To Noroway , to Noroway, to Noroway o'er the foam" And I did go there, here. I love Norway and when I love I do whole heartedly. /www.tnellen.com/cybereng/poetry/poems/the_ballad_of_sir_patrick_spens.html Love to you Rosina from Ann