Farmhouse Shelves

Figured I'd get the love poem for this batch over with right away...

Retweaked it a bit... took it out to space...
As I usually do...

I probably have a few more love poems from this period kicking about.... I'm sure I'll dig a few more out...

You paint a lovely picture of a homely and rustic place. :)

Especially admire how this poem shifts from day to night!

Thank you.

And welcome to DU! (I happened to be on line listening to music and browsing the many poems, and saw that you just popped up into the community... hope you have good adventures...)

And awesome user name...

I like the flow on this entry

So different from your other work

Well done

Thanks for the comment.

You've noted the most valid observation of my work so far.  There isn't any underlying characteristic to what I'm posting here.  As much as it is seen in the form of my works being different from each other, what is really of concern is the contradictory change of content and tone amongst them.  For the most part, and in the End, I will proclaim that God and the Spiritual are the paramount.  But a few pages later I will be writing the opposite, that God is naught and the material is all there ever is.  It could be frustrating if seen out of context, for the reader just jumping into a few pages of my work.  It'll definitely get me into trouble, a few fist fights and fall-down bruises on the drunk walk home, but it's how I go...

I haven't posted too much Spiritual verse quite yet, but when I get to my earlier works, when I really was fused into the Poetic Nerve...

'Morning kitchen sunbeams'
That reminds me of when I was younger, the world seemed a lot brighter.
Great write, dude!

Thanks.  Glad to bring back some travels of your mind...