At eighteen
I sit with dreams of love
but no way to build the reality
the material has become redundant at 24
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One of my earliest poems – I still like it.
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Ceenoa 
Like it you should. It resonates with me and I am certain will resonate with many 🙂
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You are most kind. Isn’t it funny how those feelings of so many years ago still have power. I feel sad for who I was back then not having what they wanted (or thought they wanted).
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It is such an age of longing, I think … longing for things that by now are long forgotten and many of which were entirely implausible. A window onto the you of that time through your own words is a powerful and most evocative thing. A thing to be treasured most dearly.
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Or, to make me laugh hysterically at what I thought I wanted. 🙂 Some of both in this one!
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Don’t you love running across something you scribbled out way back when and thinking “wow, I apparently had some degree of sense in my younger days and this bit here is rather nice”. There’s hope for all of us scribblers… 😉
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I do, and it does surprise me when I still like it. I am always going to be a scribbler (as opposed to a writer, I’m not patient enough to be a writer) – Scribblers Unite!
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