Kerouac Lives - 467 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Kerouac Lives - 467

Rating: 5.0

All that was love...
Is just lost now

Saturday, February 8, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: lost
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
KEROUAC LIVES series
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
LeeAnn Azzopardi 10 February 2025

how so true Richard Bravo! ! ! !

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Richard Wlodarski 12 February 2025

Although that love can't be found again...it's never lost in memory. Bravo to you, LeeAnn for your powerful poetry!

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Rebecca Navarre 09 February 2025

So powerfully sewn! .. Endless 10'S And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Richard Wlodarski 12 February 2025

Although Kerouac's life appeared to be tailor-made, he walked around naked to the world. Endless Thanks for the infinite stars, Becca!

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Rebecca Navarre 09 February 2025

Such bittersweet words! .. So beautifully And heart movingly expressed! ..

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Richard Wlodarski 12 February 2025

Jack Kerouac had had so much bittersweet love throughout his life. It had all begun with the tragic death of his older brother Gerard who had died at the tender age of nine!

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