Another look at the need for commenting after a read. Poem written last year and newly revised.
Lonely the plight
of new-written verses.
Solitary flight
wears out tiring wingbeats.
To silently meet
starves all new birthing.
Shout then
melodious applause as greeting.
Words fly
vibrantly skywards as birds leaving.
They sing
fluid notes of welcoming care.
Warmth stays
quietly close after reading.
Nourishing comments
make known we were there.
very nice... well written . Thank you for bringing this subject to light. I embarrassed to say I have many times enjoyed a writing, moved on without commenting... even worse, liked some so much I slept with them...and then didn't call the next day. thanks for the reminder.