By remarkable coincidence, Patrick, I recently posted a poem “Against the Next War”, that has now been picked up and linked to by four other bloggers,with a fifth author in the process of composing a commentary on it.
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I didn’t even know she did this. It is perfect. 🖤
Thank you so much!
I am losing sleep, but growing hope
let’s hope it will make me sleep
a little better knowing my voice
is not lost at sea, but caught
by yet another beacon!
The potency of your post hit me between the eyes. A simple message of few words, paired up with a clean photo of grass and mountains, eloquent in it’s simplicity, somehow managing to conjure up a history of violence. I pictured it in all its horror.
Then you give us the beautiful Marlene, a lovely, sad gift before parting. She always melts my heart.
Patrick F. Clarkin, Ph.D. 
By remarkable coincidence, Patrick, I recently posted a poem “Against the Next War”, that has now been picked up and linked to by four other bloggers,with a fifth author in the process of composing a commentary on it.
You can find the poem here: https://cafephilos.blog/2018/08/12/against-the-next-war/
We would be delighted if you would join us by dedicating a post to “Against the Next War”. We’re trying to go viral with the message. But please feel under no obligation to do so, if joining an incipient movement isn’t your thing.
Hi Paul,
Thanks for this. I just shared your poem with my Twitter followers on social media.
Thank you so much! I’m going to link back to this post of yours, if that’s alright. Again, thank you Patrick!
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I didn’t even know she did this. It is perfect. 🖤
Thank you so much!
I am losing sleep, but growing hope
let’s hope it will make me sleep
a little better knowing my voice
is not lost at sea, but caught
by yet another beacon!
The potency of your post hit me between the eyes. A simple message of few words, paired up with a clean photo of grass and mountains, eloquent in it’s simplicity, somehow managing to conjure up a history of violence. I pictured it in all its horror.
Then you give us the beautiful Marlene, a lovely, sad gift before parting. She always melts my heart.