Long words,
Long phrases,
Not my cup of tea,
Come to think of it,
I don't even like tea,
My cup is always filled,
With sentimentality.
Deep envision and high speculation. A beautiful and meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.
How we all know your heart is filled with love. Not a bad bone in your body! I will just pop the kettle on, . x
And I will toast to your good health, Your precious words will be my wealth. Thank you dear Lynn
I certainly agree, Coffee does the same for me. Loved your comment as you see, You do write so cleverly. So I, Thank you and Merci.
Your poetry, it tells us well, Of sentiments as deep as wells. Thank you, very nice comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a charming poem, it casts a spell but not one that confuses but one that clears the air so that we can see more clearly. Part of that spell is your play with words that starts as a joke and then leads into a statement of value, that is, the role of sentimentality. You've rescued that word for me from being just a pejorative term. The reason I'm always on my guard when expressing sentiment is that it has been so abused as writers manipulate our feelings, unfairly arouse them to no good end, don't repay our emotional investment. But the Feldman Canon contains the best of our best sentiments. That's not flattery, Sandra, it's a clear-eyed observation.