What a pleasure it was this morning to find you had contributed to our long running thread, Sacha, and I did like the colour connecting lines, culminating in that saddest of all...

I disagree with Tony in as much as you have sprung from all extremes of life and emotion, whereas Dorothys shoes weren;t an issue nor even real life. Free verse gave you that scope,  stick around, Babe, Zy x

Hi Mum and Tony

Thank you for your appreciated replies.  I am slow returning to this genre of expression so do forgive me.

However, I will just add that I too abhore bull fighting but was using poetic licence as another one of my examples of real extremes of emotion the colour red can evoke :)

From reading the contributions from the members of this site over the years, it is one of the gifts of poetry that we can state those ideas/thoughts, even when they are not our own. But always interesting how when one writes something, others perceive in ways the author may not have considered, but, isnt that the wonder/freedom of poetry Tony, their freedom lost all those years ago.  Yet

If things had turned out differently, we wouldnt have the freedom to write this way, possibly .......mmnnn

Hi Sacha,

It was lovely to see your post here, and may I join the others in welcoming you back to the corner.

It's a very special day today, for so many reasons. 

Along with the relief and joy that accompany the end of such death and misery, it invokes thoughts of the bravery, the courage, the fear and the selflessness of man (and I mean mankind), which through whose sacrifice we are still free thinking and speaking English.

In your poem I love the way you have highlighted these facets of human nature,

Love, courage, compassion, a little comfort, pride, caution, self sacrifice and at times, paying the ultimate price.

Well done, you.

dad