My poem, “Knowing What I Now Know,” is live at Vox Populi. Many thanks to editor Michael Simms for his support and kindness over the years.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Congrats, Robert.
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Thanks, Andrew.
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You’re welcome.
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Oh, what a gorgeous ending to a beautiful poem! Congrats, Bob!
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Thank you, Lynne. Written pre-diagnosis, but the sentiment remains unchanged.
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Lovely poem! Congratulations!
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Thank you!
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Loved seeing it this morning. Thank you.
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Thanks very much, Barbara!
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Those ‘distinct angers’ take up so much precious time… Congratulations, RO!
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They do! And thanks, SJ.
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What a powerful preparation for the end
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Thanks, Derrick.
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Tremendous poem, Sir. 🙏
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Thank you, Emily!
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Congratulations, Bob! I loved your poem.
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Thanks, Liz!
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You’re welcome, Bob!
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A splendid poem as ever, Robert.
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Thank you, Mick!
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Like the speaker in your poem, I feel those “inabilities” looking at my life too. I could suppose that we all bring some measure of love and beauty into being in between those inabilities. Glad you have some more time to add to the world’s store.
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Thanks, Frank. I’ve learned to work with those inabilities.
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“What astounds is the continuing.” is my favourite line. I think because that is my issue with diagnoses and pain and troubles of all sorts, is that life walks by me and keeps going. I want to shout out, STOP! Look!
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We persist!
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