I am glad you found our little community. I think you will enjoy it here, so again, I bid you well come. *S*

Respectfully,
Rett:
“Next time you think you’re perfect, walk on water.”

a belated (but hearty) welcome to Neopoet!
I coincidentally found your poem “Inauguration” in the stream and enjoyed reading it.
by the way, I love Norway! I was in a small town near Oslo for a few weeks… the land, the people, the air… there is magic in every corner…
looking forward to more of your poetry.
your Proprietress

What an interesting life you have led (and still lead). I can relate to looking out of the window in school. Did little else myself for 13 years. And you- like me- are a Rilke fan.
I am impressed with your knowledge of Asian poetry and philosophy and am looking forward to your comments.
I will take a closer look at your writing soon,
~Nina

What a wonderful place to live, if I remember right the two most advanced countries in the world are Norway and Iceland. I think they’re tied but I can’t recall. Anyways, as Ink Dragon has said you have led quite an interesting life. Hopefully your poetry reflects that, I should be reading some soon.

Anne I posted this after reading yr comments on Wafi’s page… but am unsure if you will see it there so I am pasting it here for you… & then I shall have aread of your work & looking forward to it.

I happened to read your comment to Wafi (who has kindly offered me welcome to this new adventure)… & I was really fascinated & impressed, love this stuff, I feel I have so little time to look into such things, & yet I am so drawn… in any case I was grateful to your enlightening conversation… sorry if that’s evesdropping on someone eleses comments… I have no idea of the etiquette here so please inform me if this is inapropriate.

I am off to look what you have posted also, it would be easy to spend far too much time on this site I think!!
Anni

I am getting dizzy among all these Ann’s, Anne’s and Anni’s not to mention Kate’s, do add your identity a little clearer for an old dame!!! Thank you Ann

Dear Ann,
Your words are so kind. I use to think sometime words need wings.. But your comments made me realize that words not need wings… Just eyes to be familiar with.
Will I will keep ur comments in mind so that I can get all the seven stars… I am 28 & come from small place called Kashmir {India}. Kashmir is a valley with arouse mountains & quit lakes… these lakes sometime make me realize of the stagnant Life people lead … but when I read the way u described Lake…. You act as mirror of the clouds
And bring the heavens down to us
Really beautiful..
I will write more to u…
& Thanks Once again
Take care
ShePra

Where the drunken clouds fall on mountain
Mountains arouse once again…
& it’s the song of love that souls witness

Slowly trees get engulf
& smiles nature
As Daffodils dance in its rhythm

Every thing so quiet
Every thing so seductive
It’s the place where I live…

I hope you got the answerer of aroused mountains.. India is definitely is having a mixture of culture… every state is so different from the other making me wonder as if I am going through the wings of butterfly..

Have u ever Visited India..?? Will love to Host u..
Thanks for such an inspiring Letter…
Keep writing.. & Take Care..

ShePra..

You keep going through the wings of your butterfly and you will send us all
into raptures about your poetry, the very thought of flying through the wings
is such a magically strange one, it is as if you were crossing from one fairyland
to another and India surely has those lands. So many rich coloured clothes,
jewellery, people, art,literature, dance you have such a lot to inspire you, it must
be difficult to choose which way to look.

You can’t be having culture, either you have it or you haven’t, India has culture
but then that word is a little vague alone, so one says the old culture or the quality
of its culture or the art of its culture etc. I think you should look it up in a dictionary
and see the CORRECT definition, I am no such.

No, I haven’t been there, only “flying through the music” such as that of Ravi Shankar
or the words of wisdom that Krishnamurti uttered in his books, or the many thiings
one comes across that are India. Not to mention the fact that I am British and then
you will understand that we do know you in other ways too, for better for worse you
say maybe? But the mixing of cultures always enriches both don’t you think?

We should welcome the diversity of meanings and understandings and develop
better understanding between all peoples, here in Neopoets there are people from
many different places and we show such diverse expressions and that’s just great
isn’t it? Vive la diffèrence say I.

I hope I write so that you can understand, I hope so. Otherwise I can explain in other ways.

Keep writing and surprising us with your lovely imagery rousing our minds from
their sleep in the safe old phrases that can bog us down, you are like a breath of
fresh air ShePra.

Love from Ann of Norway

I greatly thank you going through and reading some of my other work that got lost along the way I appreciate your mind and your deep wisdom -diatom shells p.s. I am adding many to my buddy list and I want to add you if that’s alright it is a quicker way to reference the authors I consistantly am attracted to.

Thank u for ur dear words this morn and I am from Australia, N.S.W., and when I said read, yes,I meant this site. I am a bit of a mixed breed, I love to write about anything, I am better at it than vocally, too loud, too much, and I love to read all sorts as I seem to have an interest in, oh my goodness, too many to list, romance,which we all want, sadness, which we have all felt, other countries, they take us there, horror, keeps you wondering, and on the edge of ur seat, nature, we love beauty,magical, fairytale, You name it, but if I do not like something, my mouth will get me into trouble, not as much as it used to. Hope I haven’t bored ur eyes to tears, as I said, I go on too much.Looking forward to reading your work.
Thank you,
Lyz.x.

its not easy to keep up with who’s who when the Ann’s and Anna’s Anni’s and all
I can be Ann of Norway, or Anushka and so we don’t get mixed up?

Dear sweet Lyz.X.( or was that a kiss?) I am old fashoined due to my age and due to the fact that my father was born in 1898! You cannot bore me, I love to hear from those who see a little as I do, feel etc. it makes one know one is alive and not alone in the world. Your poetry and your ideas inspire me and I am glad to know you. I know what you mean about speaking too much.

I CAN be like that if I am released from some kind of pressure on me not to speak. But the way I use my chatter is to write, and some poor souls get a load of that!!!! They will tell you; I always hope they enjoy my letters, but am not always sure that they do, I write them to share with them my enthusiasms for things and thereby feel they too see with me at the same time as it were. Some say straight away that they haven’t the time to read so much, then I respect that. It is so great that we here, have similar interests, and can communicate across/ round the globe, making us feel we can fly like the birds, or like spirits of ourselves! Don’t believe in anything, but we can dream things can’t we!

Love from Ann of Norway.

I saw your private message for” Bat”
But could not read it or even find it,
thanks for thinking about me and I
still want to read it. write soon.

Mantiscepter.

Ps is this pic any better.

I wrote this ages ago and told everyone I had a plan for it and the plan was to give it to you as a gift I posted it here on the 10th of Sept … this was writen for you … your such a beautiful person and always inspiring … I decided a while back to write this and I thought now was a good time to give it to you

White Sage

Of all the creatures that
have crossed the page,
my favourite of all
is the White Sage

Passing through time
from magic sands,
it was gifted her Story
went through the lands

From trails of snails
and the twitter of birds,
nature alone
passed on the word

Her beauty does shine
and challenge the light,
the twinkle of eye
glows sapphire at night

A gown flowing free
of golden hue,
and the cord at waist
a rainbow of blues

Her voice does soothe
the furies of fate,
her touch will heal
an object of hate

Dreaming stories
to the four winds
telling and teaching
as time did begin

Weaving tales
that float in thin air,
riding a griffin
without any care

Painting the streaks
that tail the stars,
leaving a map
to treasure afar

Shaping a horn
of timeless life,
the unicorn born
did jump tonight

At night if I
sit statue still,
I see a griffin
crest the hill

And watching as magic
dazzles an age,
I sit in awe
of the White Sage

thank you for all your support and friendship and love .. how could I not be inspired amongst the likes of you wonderful people

Love and hugs Jayne x x x

I am over overwhelmed by this to me, what can I say
I went out into the night-its pitch dark outside now, and there
I saw a most beutiful star shining so bright that for a moment
I was so dazzled that I couldn’t see, then as my conscious brain
gathered the shape it was you standing there in front of me
dressed in the most magnificent gown of gossamer, spun by
silver spiders and only fit for a princess, and I became so happy,
because you are one of the brightest
of stars in this galaxy of ours.

And you wrote me this most beautiful poem, oh thank you,
thank you dear dear Jayne

“Painting the streaks
that tail the stars,
leaving a map
to treasure afar” Oh wonderful thoughts and how that is an aim in life to help and enjoy our fellow wo”men”!!!

Oh lovely lovely Jayne.
From Ann

Thankyou for your kind words and thank you more for bothering to read my poem. I love most of all the ancient romances, be they in the form of ancient music or literature. I feel there is more inside me than has yet emerged, but I guess that’s the same with all people who consider themselves to be gifted with the sensitivity of the artist. I love art like an arrow straight to the soul, that bypasses the intellect and enlivenes the human heart. However this is a pilgrimage which lasts ones whole life and beyond that too. I wish you joy and may the light of inspiration never die in you. Respects Dalton.

Thank you for your inspiring words following my “Tree Skeletal in the Haar” poem. They were a poem in themselves every line beautiful. I love unusual sounding words and sentences in verse that lead you round strange corners, I live in asuburbia which is a labyrinth of darkness and light, of dreams (because when there is nothing to compare in the beautiful state of reality one must turn inevitably to ones dreams) also I probrably write as a cure for loneliness (as I made the decision long ago to no longer imbibe alcohol (except at christmas). Sorry if these words have bored you. Thanx for your kind words and Write On!!!

Given what you have written here I KNOW that you could never bore me Dalton!!

For instance an expression like this , well I just love it.
“I love art like an arrow straight to the soul, that bypasses the intellect and enlivenes the human heart.”

“However this is a pilgrimage which lasts ones whole life and beyond that too” yes oh yes, I don’t think I could ever stop
either learning or seeing new things, I indulge in what i learnt here is something called individuation, so that all is not what it seems, at least I treat all that seems what it is as something else!!!

Do you think alcohol cures loneliness, quite the opposite as when inebriated one is less there than otherwise and friends like that would be so different when sober. A little is no harm, I have one small glass of wine each day, have had since I was 60 yrs, as MEDICINE, ‘they’ say it is good for one, so what the hell!

We pour it out with elegance and lift it to our lips as if it were a gift from the gods, and then the lovely purple fizz down the throat, one doesn’t need more. Of course, if one is prone to take too much, then that is more difficult, or as a friend of mine said one HAS to take it to be polite. Rubbish, I have never done that.

One time there was a man who tried to get me, a older teenager, drunk, plying me with Martini after Martini and I stayed as calm as ever, much to his annoyance, I didn’t ever wish to loose my own power of decision( oh forget words here) never wished to become vulnerable!! So I didn’t. I’ve never been drunk because of that. I have no wish to be either.

I have never felt lonely( ah yes see below), alone yes and that can be a wonderful thing, I only experienced that after I was 40 yrs. alone in a haunted house, water down the hill in the stream and the loo over a field in the barn, but I was neither frightened nor lonely. But I have been lonely in a marriage and that was close enough to living death, so I do know what it is, but when alone one can always do something about it. When married one can’t, or I was too weak to.

” I love unusual sounding words and sentences in verse that lead you round strange corners,” wonderful yes me too.

Now the pitch black cloak of night has swept over the hills and lake outside there in my view, I only see black with tiny bright lights of houses, their curtains never drawn in Norway!!! A lone plane crosses the sky giving an atmosphere of sadness, why always in the minor key? All is quiet. I must soon to bed, good night and thank you for thanking me because your thank you was so nice.

Yours Ann of Norway.

P.S. I like your Dalton to Ann, I answer over and out!

thanks alot for translation of my poem ‘smile’ really a great job and its honor for me that you liked and converted to your sweet language.. I put it in my few international sites with your good name..and thank you for all your friendly concerns.. I really respect wafi dear who is always very fair to me and my work..he deserves to be called the ‘gaps bridging man’ because he has shortened the distances between us and now we are not feeling far from each other.. all my respects for you, nina, wafi and all others who have showed their great friendly concerns to my work..and its my honor that you and your friends have accpeted me to be in between you sweet people…yours afzal shauq

Dear Ann you sent a comment on my work so I thought it only right I should take the time to get back to you. The following is from a book of Celtic Verse that I recently discovered:

Muireadhach Albanach O Dalaigh
(13th Century)

My Soul Parted From Me:

My soul parted from me last night;
a pure vessel, dear to me, is in the grave;
taken from me, her fair breast
shrouded in one suathe of linen now.
The fair white blossom has been blown
from the slender, bending stem;
the joy of my heart has fallen,
fruitful branch of my household.
Alone am I tonight, O God!
Bad is all this crooked world.
Delightful was the weight of her
who lay here this last night.

Sorrowful it is to gaze on yonder bed,
the blanket drenched with weeping;
where once lay one with noble form
and waving hair, on that bed there.
There was a woman with gentle face
lying beside me on that couch;
like to the hazel blossom
was her sweet womanly form.
No longer can I command my body.
its power has passed with her;
a body split in two is mine
since my bright lovely one left.
Twenty years together were ours;
our joys were greater each year.
Eleven children she bore to me,
my fresh, many-branching one.

Though I live, yet I am not,
since my sweet hazel-nut has fallen;
since my dear love departed,
Bare and empty is the dark world.

Hope these ancient words from Ireland appeal to you,
dark but beautiful. Love Dalton.

Dearest Ann,

Just wondering if theres a reason your poems dont come up in my buddy list I always go to my friends list last thing at night and realised the last couple of your poems havent been in mine … and thought it strange

love and hugs Jayne x x x

I don’t know what goes on behind this screen its always too late
at nigh to to know anything at Chat’s or other occasions so I don’t
know; I get kaligantsaros up on mine with no explanation as to why
and they don’t know why either, usually there is a comment or something
relevant to me. J’hausser les épaules comme les Francais!!!

You can find things here whenever you wish as you know.
I don’t worry if you don’t comment ever, but it is nice to
se people like yourself near me Jayne, and you are always
welcome to me.

Love and a hug from Ann

Princess Ann of Norway
with natures eyes you see
the beauty in all around
and how life should really be.

Love lyz. XX

You are a sweet and loving person Lyz,
I feel and hear it too
in all you say and do
and fast I’m loving you
across the seas of dew
that cause our meetings true
I thank, yes I thank you.

Love to Australia too, Ann

Oh I miss bonfire night, its 5th November..the gunpowder plot…
the scorching crackling sounds of fire, the roasting of sweet chestnuts
and sausages around it, the firework displays, the gathering of all
family members together to celebrate, what a weird thing to celebrate
but ‘tant pis!’ Why not?

My mother when last in her little village of Whitestone, in Devonshire,
made lots of sticky toffee for the children, I went along to the village
green and finding the children offered them some, “Is it free” said one
boy after having politely refused, yes I answered and promptly there
were many small hands collecting the sticky toffee.

That is a epitome of November 5th for me. The sheer magic of it!

Happy November 5th from Ann with love.

“Penny for the guy, penny for the guy!”

Your Weirdness, Jess, you have every right to say what you wish,
but I know that many of the ‘poets’ here are beginners at the game,
as indeed I am too, having written such only these past two years,
and the/us being new, need mostly encouragement and backing
up in what they have to offer, some may have little, and that makes the
task of commenting more difficult but still in the back of one’s mind
is the fact that they are going to put their poetry here in the hopes
of gaining some insight into how they are doing and tentatively
tendering their efforts to be seen by many people, so with that thought
‘jeg gir litt tau’or give a little extra rope to them in the hopes that hints
will win home, but then I too am a beginner so am humble as I know not
the right jargon of the educated poet, those who have studied poetry
who know all the ropes.

Free speech I am all for, but negative thoughts when one is a beginner
can dampen the flame even of those who have the potential to produce
fine poetry with a little nurturing and encouragement don’t you think?
Its not a case of showing off one’s prowess at deduction, only saying
what the poetry did for you, and if its very negative, I just move on
without comment!!!

If one wishes to be negative generally it can be formed as a prose
write and go into there to see what others think of the idea, that is the best
way to air one’s views I think.

I enjoy commenting and they seem to come from me as I write, making the
process very exciting for me too, but what I say is only my own viewpoint
and may not have any general meaning for all, take it or leave it!!!

Its also a challenge, for instance, the very poetic charming Papi(paparazzi) is a poet
he sees and describes like a poet but his language is not yet so very developed,
therefore he needs encouragement to learn more language, but also to be
told of the positive things in his writing to keep his interest in something
he obviously has talent to express in such a personal and engaging style,
he enjoys doing it too, so he is worth the trouble of trying to help as best
we can; that’s my opinion anyway.

Nothing can be gained by sticking one’s neck out!
I don’t know if I have answered your question,
if indeed it was a question?
But there is my opinion for what it is worth.

Thank you for your interest, yours Ann

Ann,I have always had a fascination with Wales,and have found Welshman to be very sexy.You have certainly had an interesting life.I also love;Donne,Keats,Wordsworth and Dylan Thomas.I am excited about our online friendship,and wish you and your family much happiness for the New Year!

Franny

My dear sister! How have I missed your page? When I answer that, I’ll figure out a way to
ride the Northern Lights to your doorstep with a basketful of your wishes, already answered YES! and tied together with a big red satin bow……

Your bring joy wherever you are.

Love,
Anna

Ann, you are a very talented writer that has so much to draw from. Also, your picture is very beautiful, glad to have met you.

My Dear Ann,

I wanted to share this little link with you.Six of my poems are being published in an anthology.Although I have a long way to go in honing my skills,I was greatful for the opportunity nevertheless.There are many great poets and other writers on facebook,some of whom are represented in this book.Please join facebook and poetrydances,If you are not already a member!

THIS LINK SHOULD WORK!!!
The Attic | By A Collection Of Facebook Poetry | Blurb
The Attic | A Collection Of Facebook Poetry
January 20, 2010
http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/1150980
Book title: The Attic, By: A Collection Of Facebook Poetry, Category: Uncategorized

Ann of Norway

White tea, green tea, brown tea, beautiful tea girl,
youth is on your side and innocence maybe too?

I thank you for visiting my page and saying such nice
things about me, I hadn’t seen it until now and
immediately write to thank you.

I shall enjoy seeing your poetry too, I know it,
as if you chose this old fogey then we may have
something in common, or not, the contrast is good too
isn’t it, we shall see!!!

Love from Ann. I drink mostly Sencha=Green tea (Japanese)

thank u
a welcome is just what i need
for i have a greed
and a need to have friends surrounding
a mountain
i’m building
with a fountain touching the sky
sprinkling my joys from up high.
tied to hearts i’ve touched
with strings tangled
the coins inside jingle jangle.
when i’m moved
but they soothe
so i’m never strangled.

Ann of Norway

It was in focus in the original but not any more for some reason!
Carnac France just close to the Alignements-stones.

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.

Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!

Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.

In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.

You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.

Pilot’s dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!

In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!

I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.

Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.

Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.

There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.

There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.

Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.

Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.

This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!

Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!

From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.

You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!

It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.

The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.

Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.

It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!

Pablo Neruda

I was reading this and noticed you awake I thought to share darlin

love you dear Ann be back in a sec I have another lol Jayne-Chloe x x x

And because love battles

And because love battles
not only in its burning agricultures
but also in the mouth of men and women,
I will finish off by taking the path away
to those who between my chest and your fragrance
want to interpose their obscure plant.

About me, nothing worse
they will tell you, my love,
than what I told you.

I lived in the prairies
before I got to know you
and I did not wait love but I was
laying in wait for and I jumped on the rose.

What more can they tell you?
I am neither good nor bad but a man,
and they will then associate the danger
of my life, which you know
and which with your passion you shared.

And good, this danger
is danger of love, of complete love
for all life,
for all lives,
and if this love brings us
the death and the prisons,
I am sure that your big eyes,
as when I kiss them,
will then close with pride,
into double pride, love,
with your pride and my pride.

But to my ears they will come before
to wear down the tour
of the sweet and hard love which binds us,
and they will say: “The one
you love,
is not a woman for you,
Why do you love her? I think
you could find one more beautiful,
more serious, more deep,
more other, you understand me, look how she’s light,
and what a head she has,
and look at how she dresses,
and etcetera and etcetera”.

And I in these lines say:
Like this I want you, love,
love, Like this I love you,
as you dress
and how your hair lifts up
and how your mouth smiles,
light as the water
of the spring upon the pure stones,
Like this I love you, beloved.

To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
explanations,
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are.

You came to my life
with what you were bringing,
made
of light and bread and shadow I expected you,
and Like this I need you,
Like this I love you,
and to those who want to hear tomorrow
that which I will not tell them, let them read it here,
and let them back off today because it is early
for these arguments.

Tomorrow we will only give them
a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf
which will fall on the earth
like if it had been made by our lips
like a kiss which falls
from our invincible heights
to show the fire and the tenderness
of a true love.

Pablo Neruda

hope you enjoy them both just thought to leave some poetry on your step

love and biggest hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Ann of Norway

Jayne:At first glance they seem long winded but as one winds like a Katakali dancer turning and turning into their costume, many metres of fabric, round and round and still round and round one’s heart enlarges and becomes roomy enough to grasp this incessant message that holds the perception in its thought pattern ending up unexplained yet giving a basic form of satisfaction to place into the neatly stacked book shelf of the memory.
AnnXX

being on the other side of the world I cannot hug you but I can embrace you with the poetry i love … its the only way I know …

I was reading these two and noticed you sign in and thought aha ~! I will share sorry for the impromptu drop off it was an impulse
will send them to you in email next time so as not to clutter up your profile lol

(((hugs))) love Jayne-CHloe x x x

Hello Ann,

I am back on neopoet and posted a new poem.Hope you like it!

Ann of Norway

Was taken this year, its not one of when I was younger as somebody said!!
Ann

your our northern Star travelling afar
may you fly safely riding a star
handling rocks and ancient art
heart will flutter happy and fast

Ann dear lady
your much missed by me
but have lots of fun
enjoy what you see
travel home safely
with the stars of past
look forward to seeing
your words home at last

love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x x

Ann of Norway

As the sky, sandwiched in a heavenly soft white of silky clouds, just the thought of the blue over and the equally pale blue under, was a sensation in itself. and there was no earth, no planet, no visible THING anywhere, how beautifully meditational and calming, I say the thought, as we sat near the engines of the blooming flying machine and with the heavy weather well I’ll say no more for now.

You are sweet to miss me as I missed you too, (and you all) and in an email you will have some things to see you wait. Only just back.

Love to you and yours Ann on the wing XX00

Ann of Norway

I feel bad so many people to catch up with, on, beside, through, read and comment and I have been doing other things and writing mostly, but also moving beds and taking them to the country in hired van and driving like a young mad’man’ through the country lanes laden with the Spring, so wonderful, so beautiful, so suddenly delightful, and yet no time to dally in. Where I have my house and suddenly the amount of happenings here in Neopoet is overwhelming and demanding and oh I wish I could say hello to all and so here I do, and hope to see your poems soon and send my love too Ann.

Love you all.

Out again in again, round and round we go were all done waiting
lets start the show… Hey Ann good to see ya out there. John

Hey Ann How have you been? were fine here in the States. closing in on a hopefully great Summer.!!!
so All is good and I hope you have new ventures planned. always fun to hear about them… Love John.

Ann of Norway

I shall be going into hospital soon for an operation, not to worry but I will of course find it difficult to comment there so forgive me please if you miss my comments for a while. That’s all thank you, and my love to you all, Ann.

Ann of Norway

I am sure it will, It must mustn’t it?
Love Ann.

Hey Ann, hope all goes well. and you have a short stay,
and everything is all better when you return. we all will
miss you, till your back in stride. lots of Love. John.

patiently I have sewn
smaller and smaller circles
chanting a prayer,

to protect you
on your journey,
to carry you
through the tough times,
and in the sound of nature
I send to soothe your pain,
and to bind you
in our love

I cast this net,
hoping to bring you
back to us

and as my last stitch
threads through,
and wings are attached
to my heart,
I spirit it away
to rest with you
until you return,

smiling in our eyes

~~~~

love you dearheart

JayCee

(Quote~~”It is by universal misunderstanding that all agree. For if, by ill luck, people understood each other, they would never agree. “–Charles Baudelaire)

i eagerly await your safe return
and my thoughts are with you until you do

love and hugs
judyanne
xxxx

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You didn’t mention it these past couple of days!!! Will be thinking of you and hope all goes smoothly and of course for a quick recovery!
Hugs
Always,
Tonya

p.s. Have really been enjoying our notes lately! :)

Ann of Norway

Its only a peripheral happening in the great scheme of things isn’t it?

From a letter to Jayne:-
I keep saying I have had a good life and this end of it
having met such lovely lovely friends that I haven’t had many
of before so I am richly rewarded for living; and if I should
disappear then that’s fine, no need to fret or worry about that
I am only a drop in the ocean of humanity like the tiny insect
I trod on yesterday we are expendable and end, then that’s that
too isn’t it?. So I am not worrying,Che sera sera!

Love to you from me dear Tonya, yes we have had a great
dance together on facebook haven’t we? We shall keep dancing too
you wait and see!! Ann.XO :)

Ann of Norway

Maybe not any am still being examined all over!!!!!

Love to you all you ARE with me I can tell!
Ann.