Thanks, MJ. Appreciated. Able was I ere I saw Elba. Another use for 'ere', in the sentence above that reads…
Nobody is as clear and terse As C.B.s aphoristic verse. Like Shakespeare’s poor Polonius Such pithiness inspires us. So borrow…
a white-clad autumn whispering through the calm storm: my lover, not mine
I loved this poem when I first read it and I still do. One of the things I like best…
Thanks, MJ. Appreciated. Able was I ere I saw Elba. Another use for 'ere', in the sentence above that reads…
As a P.S. I prefer to rhyme "potpourri" with "hot glory".
Nobody is as clear and terse As C.B.s aphoristic verse. Like Shakespeare’s poor Polonius Such pithiness inspires us. So borrow…