It has only been 11 days since I looked at my followers and I am both amazed and dismayed at what I have read.
I am amazed at the depth of each piece, how it reveals something of the writer, like washing a window which hasn’t been cleaned in years. Each pass of the rag wipes away another layer obscuring what is inside. Some words are warm and heartening while others are sentimental, touching and often tear stained.
I am dismayed because of the ease with which it seems these talented Poets and Poetresses let their ink flow and the ease in which they craft such talented epistles.