The Flutter Poem by Tom Billsborough

Sometimes I feel the songs unfold As restless movements of the unborn child In the darkness of the womb.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -I swear, Tom, you joke and pun around and then you sit down and create this stunning piece. And creation of a piece of art is like the creation of a life inside the womb... and this line- - - - - Perhaps tomorrow I shall feel the flutter of your music stirring, - - - - - - was the piece de resistance [spelling is purely phonetic] [ha- I googled the spelling and I've got it right except for punctuation- -yea for that brain cell of mine valiantly fighting on all alone in the battlefield of life]. Excellent excellent excellent poem, my friend. I know you don't care about ratings but I am going to give you a 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ and there's nothing you can do about it.... and this goes on my list of fav poems.

Teddy bear teddy bear lend me your ear, a little creation is about to appear ;) the sweet music of love. nicely done.

Tom, this really got straight to my core: I'm having a really hard time trying to move my fingers on the keyboard (was diagnosed with Gillain-Barre Syndrome over 5 months ago and lost complete mobility of legs and arms) and have spent all this time nurturing the high expectation of recovering mobility. Before all this I was quite an accomplished guitar player and not being able to pluck those strings any more has beem a huge blow, so I felt the poem, perhaps only figuratively, talked passionately and with contagious conviction, about that stirring that will renovate the fingers into making music again. (Please don't reply to this, I read you are a bit too busy with comments and I see that have an actual flood of messages on the other poems I read, and quite deservingly so! Just wanted to let you know this one was quite inspiring and beautiful to me) .