My favorite lines: and the muse playfully / keeps tickling my brain. Sometimes I fear that aging and too many blue November will quiet my muse but even that must be written. I love the way you take your condition and turn it into a poem, a flower in the midst of the cloudy rainy days before the snow falls. Thank you my friend.

Love the honesty and the frustration of your poem, Chris. I think anyone who is still in touch with their emotions can relate and share in this sentiment. I am still waiting the day when poetry will upstage politics for once in its life. I choose a poem over a politician any day. Poetry, for its many curves is still more honest and strsightforward that politicians could ever be, in fact who never are. The consequences of which we suffer incessantly.