It's the blackest of nights for me.
When all six hundred poems of mine
drowned in a stormy, technological sea!
There are no searchlights to find them.
Gone are six months of precious poetic
No first responders at the crest.
To help me rediscover my lost children.
This is such a heart rendering test!
To top it off, old friend commentors,
suddenly, swept away!
To go on, is such a question.
Sans poems, sans poet friends.
The winds of change
Blow fiercelly, in my lone direction!
* Update...3:30am. Found poems hiding in another folder,
But if you touch one, the Folder it is in disappears.
It's looney! Panagiota
August 27, 2017
1:41am PST?.original post time
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