Kerouac Lives - 301 Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Kerouac Lives - 301
Winter wind blowing
Freezing tired bones
Worn out from close death...
Feeling summer...there
The hardships encountered and wish for happy moments in life are brilliantly depicted in this great succinct poem. Each and every line stands out. Top
Rose Marie, I always consider it a great honour whenever a highly esteemed poet(ess) believes that 'each and every line stands out'. That is especially more meaningful for me when it comes to The Kerouac Venture. A world of THX, Friend!
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8/29/2026 9:04:33 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Four lines of pure feeling! That run deep, very deep, .Great transmission.
Sandra, your very positive response is so very meaningful to me. 'Pure feeling running very deep' is what I'm trying to accomplish with The Kerouac Venture. As M.J. has observed: you are delving deeper and deeper into Kerouac's psyche.