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Good afternoon.

Christine, my current wife, and I her current husband, would ask me at this point:
“What are you doing?”
My usual response applies here:
“I’m not sure.”

Apparently I write poetry. People I know say that. I am somewhat bemused by the idea that I could write anything coherent, let alone such romantic trivia as poetry. I say that because most who read what I write (they are few and far between) tell,me they find my missives amusing or interesting. That suggests they don’t understand the seriousness of my words since they are far from amusing to me, nor are they of interest to others as I write purely for my own sanity.

But those close to me (Christine, my great grand daughter, the medical specialists who seek to keep me alive, and the occasional acquaintance who claims to be a friend with questionable poetic expertise) have suggested, in the present climate of disease and communal hostility, I should obtain critique from a wider audience. 

I am but a creature of habit and obedience. Here I am. 

I am also habitual. I write because I must. The psychologist seems to think I will benefit from unclogging my brain. I write spontaneous thoughts connected to impressions I gain from my own photographs. I write what others call poetry, as distinct from other writing such as letters to Centrelink, the local council and in preparation for shopping, not while residing in my bed late in the evening. I think of this last act as a way of draining the sink of unwashed thoughts before I attempt sleep.

Although I’m sure others here know far more about poetry that I do. My English teacher back in the forties (that’s 1940’s) was less that interesting and me less than interested. The only poem I recall,is from an anonymous author and went something like this:

The boy stood on the burning deck
Picking his nose like mad
He rolled it up in little balls
And threw it at his dad.

Anyway, I’ll do my best to follow the rules, be polite, contribute in some way and enjoy the company of others.

Yours gratefully
Tom
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Welcome, Tom.
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Welcome aboard!
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hi tom, looks like you,ll be a perfect members big hug


Tomdinning Wrote:Good afternoon.

Christine, my current wife, and I her current husband, would ask me at this point:
“What are you doing?”
My usual response applies here:
“I’m not sure.”

Apparently I write poetry. People I know say that. I am somewhat bemused by the idea that I could write anything coherent, let alone such romantic trivia as poetry. I say that because most who read what I write (they are few and far between) tell,me they find my missives amusing or interesting. That suggests they don’t understand the seriousness of my words since they are far from amusing to me, nor are they of interest to others as I write purely for my own sanity.

But those close to me (Christine, my great grand daughter, the medical specialists who seek to keep me alive, and the occasional acquaintance who claims to be a friend with questionable poetic expertise) have suggested, in the present climate of disease and communal hostility, I should obtain critique from a wider audience. 

I am but a creature of habit and obedience. Here I am. 

I am also habitual. I write because I must. The psychologist seems to think I will benefit from unclogging my brain. I write spontaneous thoughts connected to impressions I gain from my own photographs. I write what others call poetry, as distinct from other writing such as letters to Centrelink, the local council and in preparation for shopping, not while residing in my bed late in the evening. I think of this last act as a way of draining the sink of unwashed thoughts before I attempt sleep.

Although I’m sure others here know far more about poetry that I do. My English teacher back in the forties (that’s 1940’s) was less that interesting and me less than interested. The only poem I recall,is from an anonymous author and went something like this:

The boy stood on the burning deck
Picking his nose like mad
He rolled it up in little balls
And threw it at his dad.

Anyway, I’ll do my best to follow the rules, be polite, contribute in some way and enjoy the company of others.

Yours gratefully
Tom
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