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Song of a Poetess

In a California suburb she sits,
Pondering to go on with her writs!
All seem pointless to her now.
Even though~to her family she 
made a vow!

To leave them a heritage of her life.
The happiness, sorrow, pain and strife.
Perhaps major surgery in November,
Made this vow, to her poetry vow
not remember?

She sighs, softly in the Spring starlight.
Recalling her early days here, so bright!
When she penned with happiness!
Greeted by others, cheering her success.

The road to being a good poet seems so long.
And poetry seems life’s forever Spring song!
It is an adventure, like doing a figure-eight!
On this mellow, starlit night, it is her fate!

The clock moved the velvet of her heart.
Its hands opening her rainbowed,glowing parts!

               
4-12-2022

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Beryl Edmonds Date: 4/17/2022 5:12:00 PM Love this song of a poetess Pangie and alike what’s already been said I really think the ending couplet is awesome. Keep writing your family legacy, your poems mean a lot to you and they also will to those they come to… Belle Login to Reply Panagiota Romios Date: 4/18/2022 10:24:00 AM Hi Belle, I appreciate the heads up attitude, you have. The ending couplet, golly, is quite outstanding! Not being pompous at all, just wish such magic would occur more often.)) My cousin wrote here. She died in December. My poetry with dedications to her, will be given to Attendees at the Celebration of her life! I am so glad to honor her. I will keep writing for my family and friends. I realize one day, I won’t be here, and so, the time to write is NOW! I deeply, thank you....Pangie xo 4/19/

Joe Dimino Date: 4/13/2022 2:29:00 PM We are happiest when we write. The world is better served and uplifted when we write. The way I see it, a win win. "The clock moved the velvet of her heart. Its hands opening her rainbowed,glowing parts!" Superb writing! Login to Reply Panagiota Romios Date: 4/25/2022 11:39:00 AM Arg 4/26 sorry Joe. Another reply that went missing? Anyhow, don’t know how this happens. I hope poets tell the truth. Whether happy or sad. Poets lose people, health, money..I don’t expect hats and horns. The truth, is the truth, so either way, I like poetry. Hamlet is no haha-ha play. But it makes us think. I don’t expect life to be a bed of Roses..and I tell it like I see it. So do you. Thank you for your friendship. Sorry for the missing reply, Yours, Pamgie

Quoth Theraven Date: 4/13/2022 7:29:00 AM Panagiota, Sweetest song of a poetess. A promise is a promise. You keep your vows to family in uplifted voice and busy pen. Let all else happen come rain or shine. -Richard Login to Reply Panagiota Romios Date: 4/13/2022 9:45:00 AM Wonderful to hear from you. I have been in hospital, major leg surgery,.wasn’t home for three months. However, never stopped writing. No, not even after surgery. I sat in the bed and wrote. Yes!Started at 2a.m. Most staff knew I was a Poet, so all wanted to read or hear some. It was a great experience. Didn’t like learning to walk. But after four months can.))lots of equipment in my knee and cracked thigh. Keeping ones word, is integrity. I can’t let them down. Come back, please. I had a POtd last week.it seems like months since we Soup mailed or commented..My daughter writes here now~ My cousin was, but died12/8..Panagiota xo be good Bon, Bon

Eve Roper Date: 4/12/2022 9:43:00 PM A poet I might not be to a lot, but I like to be noticed for the little I do have.. Nicely done, Pangie Login to Reply Eve Roper Date: 4/19/2022 1:28:00 PM You are always so kind, you are always welcome at my home Panagiota Romios Date: 4/13/2022 2:35:00 AM Dear Eve, Your poetry is simply lovely. Do not doubt ever, the absolute beauty of your works. I was simply impressed by your granddaughter poem and the beauty of her softball success. You are a prolilific writer. Little? I think you are dreaming. I see new poems on your site so often. Keep spreading your joyous words with us! Thank you..I. A grateful you read me. You are my kind of poet, truly. Pangiexo.