Kerouac Lives - 282 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 282
The night is damn cold
The moon is not warm
Like the sun of day
Blanket is too tight...
I feel no warmth
My Poetess Friend, you've really made my day! Through the positivity from your feedback, and your poetry, you bring warmth into my life. A world of THX to you, Poetess Friend!
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8/29/2026 5:13:39 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Poetry can express loneliness in so many different ways, Yours is special, it goes an extra long way.
2) Poetess Friend, very greatly appreciate your response and you having added this one to your favourites!
Such very positive feedback from an esteemed poetess validates my magnum opus, The Kerouac Venture. Sandra, I've really been trying to get into Kerouac's spirit's psyche to convey the loneliness of his life's road.