JB--
I did visit the "Sandbox" on your suggestion. But--I did not know the people, and, also because I was on a a mission to
resurrect the old "Poetry on the Pile" Thread on DG.. It was started by "soferdig" in 2006.
That was an amazing Thread--with so many serious poets taking part as well as some not so serious.
So--I checked out the "Poems" thread under the "Sandbox". I just did not get to the right site--
as all I got was a site with 3 entries--which, I found, was NOT true! Went to the right one...and there they all were...
etc...etc...
I succeeded in finding "The Poetry on the Pile" and have posted the links to all 3 parts. I believe they are in the
"I'd line to post a Poem I wrote.".... ("The Garden Wakes"...)--under "Ask a question".
This led to continuing discussions and questions and, I believe, the links are posted under the above.
I re-read all of them!!! so much nostalgia!!! Such wonderful poems and such deep prose by Soferdig and another Guy--
and Me and my silly little limericks, tying to keep it from going, under. I would find it-and post more ditties--
and ask others to do the same. A few MAF members tried--but it just died of emptiness....
How many of you ex-DG'er remember this Thread? It was on DG under the "Organic Gardening" Forum.
You can search for it under that--and the Thread called--"Poetry on the Pile"... It took me to Part #1.
This Thread really "spoke to me". I love "deep" stuff....(like stepping in a really well composted pile)
I believe any of us can write a poem. All you need is the first line--the rest will just flow....
Poems and Prose and limericks --anything written by us--is a window to our Soul. The things we do not
always open up to--the way we look at things--like life, pain, suffering, happiness or lack of.
like it was a big secret--in a written form--is all there for the taking.
Just read it without judgement...open your mind and see the depth and the beauty of that person's Soul.
Words that would never come out of their mouth--willingly flow on paper--because no one is listening.
It is a silent conversation--just between YOU and the Universe.
SO? Just write a Poem--to anyone--anything--or just to yourself....or like me--to my Garden.
Gita