The only common music my family can ever agree on is the Beatles. Those four lads from Liverpool always stop us dead in our tracks and open our throats to sing along
Your words feel like stepping into a world both wild and tender, where play and memory dance together. It’s like catching a fleeting dream and holding it just long enough to feel its warmth.
I really enjoy your poems. Often I find myself wanting to comment but I am unable to find the right words. I am here though reading and taking them in.
“Here Comes the Sun” always makes me happy. And so does this wonderful poem, Ray!! Thoughts of being John and George, imagine!!
thanks Nora!!!
The only common music my family can ever agree on is the Beatles. Those four lads from Liverpool always stop us dead in our tracks and open our throats to sing along
As a lifelong fan of The Beatles, this was special. Thank you, Ray
thanks himanshu ! I don't know the lads got into this poem. They insisted.
Your words feel like stepping into a world both wild and tender, where play and memory dance together. It’s like catching a fleeting dream and holding it just long enough to feel its warmth.
Thanks for those kind words, sunshine!
I really enjoy your poems. Often I find myself wanting to comment but I am unable to find the right words. I am here though reading and taking them in.
I appreciate it sunshine and know the feeling.
“And we’re all John Lennon.
We’re all George Harrison.
Not dead or gone, just dreaming” Wow, Ray. Awesome.
appreciate it sam!
I absolutely love that last stanza
thanks foxy!
Grazie Louise!
thanks for restack olly!