Where Do I Live? Poem by Dee Daffodil

I don’t know about your soul, but I most certainly have found your beautiful poem.

I live in a septic tank, floating in the middle of a minestrone lake. But I get every other Sunday off. (We have no limits, eh Dee?) Danny

Dear Dee, I know what you mean, and a lovely way of saying it, thank you. Love David.

Sounds like a sensible place to be - floating free but secure. Clever words. jim

Yep, found your soul so you must be here - poem #79! Nice place to hide it Dee! Rgds, Ivan

Hi Dee. I agree everyone should go where they please even if only in their dreams. Great poem thanks **10** Regards Dave T

A poem we can all relate to, I'm sure. You've worded this well, Dee. The imagination can run off to anywhere it wants to. Get the kettle on, I'm coming over for an imaginary chat! Love, Frannie xxx

A wonderful poem Dee, I have to agree..................All the best, Diane

A struggle between out-of-body and in-body? Which is preferable, and which is more accesible to others? For a short poem, this skillfully raises more than one issue, and deals with them cleanly with all the words. Though, for you, it's a subject that'll never be QUITE resolved... S x

great flow great poem