Weirdly (or maybe not all that weird), I find myself feeling like the groundhog... stuck between winter and spring, between "time and goodbye" (and, perhaps, mostly wishing for a bloom of "Hellos").
Sometimes good-bye takes forever, lasts forever. And no matter how far down the road one travels, one never forgets. You nailed this concept. Long is long. well done.
Crisp and succinct! 💝
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
Deleteshort and sharp. though the words make me ponder for some time. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. I sat with them for awhile myself. :)
DeleteThis is the kind of poem that could be an entire meditation. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm meditating on the end of this very long winter! :)
DeleteMaybe in most cases we will need both time and goodbyes...
ReplyDeleteMost, but maybe not all.
DeleteWeirdly (or maybe not all that weird), I find myself feeling like the groundhog... stuck between winter and spring, between "time and goodbye" (and, perhaps, mostly wishing for a bloom of "Hellos").
ReplyDeleteThat makes two of us. :)
DeleteShort but deep. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteVery crisp and deep too, Lori. Excellent...
ReplyDeleteAppreciated. Thanks.
DeleteNice.
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteTwo possibilities, but so many things to take into account before we can even begin to guess which path is best. And hopefully we'll guess right.
ReplyDeleteThat's definitely the hope.
DeleteBrief and evocative!
ReplyDeleteThank you.
DeleteSuccinct and porfound!
ReplyDeleteor even *profound (LOL)
ReplyDeleteLol! Thank you. :)
DeleteSometimes good-bye takes forever, lasts forever. And no matter how far down the road one travels, one never forgets.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed this concept. Long is long. well done.
You nailed it right on the head. Thank you.
DeleteBoth fitting indeed.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Thanks Anna. :)
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