An Ode To Xiao Ling's Question

An ode to Xiao Lings question . The day begins in mystery. It is the moments we live. From the heart, need to give. At days end, becomes history. At sun rise, it begins again. For so many, life is routine. A never ending chorus, unseen. At sun set, life’s only refrain. B. J. “A ” 2

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Courtney Courtney

Date: 1/19/2015 11:32:00 PM

Nice form and structure great the entire way around

William J. Jr. Atfield
Date: 1/20/2015 1:22:00 PM

Good morning Ruth Courtney : Thank you for generous comments Ruth, “ Nice form and structure great the entire way around ” although I have to admit that I know absolutely nothing about form or structure. the technical aspects of poetry composition . Having read a number of your poems, it seems that you have experienced the angst of love as I . I hope that loves wings find you, enfold you with tender touches and a strong protective embrace . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill .)