Hello, Chris. Evolving....me too. We all are as we are aging. And we are still poetry friends! Amazing! This poetic expression is wonderful. It embodies what I can relate to and also experiencing. I want to write. But as for poems? I thought I was done. Then all of sudden, my mind is filling up with words,verses, lines and phrases and idioms out of nowhere. I jot them down. I don't take it too seriously and view it more as word play, a form of exercising the brain. I have many poems never published-- Just rearranged. Many I want to dump or improve, but lately new ones seem to be forming and I'm getting those old urges back again, to put it to pen. Life has been a whirlwind! -these past 20 years- it makes your head spin. My quiet has been mostly due to living in a happy, fulfilling and full of love life--it left no time or need to write. Still, it's good to do anyway- lest we forget. It documents our lives much like a diary! Sending you Big Big {{{Bear Hugs}}} Oh- And how about our Carolina Hurricanes Impressive, oh yeah 💖Stanley Cup💖 Take care old friend

In response to Francis Burnett- I think he is right. Imagine if everyone became mute and we could not longer use voiced words spoken to each other. There is the essence of a person's spirit that manages to radiate. It can be intense or not. Interesting thoughts.