lint

my god you make lint sound almost sexy .... you know that this poem struck me right from its first lines as being very like pablo neruda ... loved this one dear man love and big hugs Jayne-Chloe x x ("Quote:-For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.-Ivan Panin")

may be full of it waiting to be found and applied like scraping yourself off the ground only to "see the lint" and take advantage of it lol who would thought a poem about lint :) Mark Resilient Flexibility RUN; when there seems to be no answer common sense will not speak, so run - -go running..

Moon lint I like that idea

Real or imagined, I wish the Gulf lint would absorb some of that gushing oil! To have seen our abandoned lemon moon from a distance only (yes, sometimes it does appear juicy yellow), I now ponder its lint with a glint. Fuzzy debris does lie everywhere, whether I'm looking or not, and now I worry a bit about the unseen (unnoticed?) kind. Your poems are great puzzles and brainy twisters, Chuck.