There comes a point in every life online
When laughter dies. We sense the biting storm
That others feel beyond our virtual home.
The dispossessed cry O for such a voice
But we fall silent, waiting for their word.
The question, my friend, is trembling on their lips –
Our answer still blowing in the wind.
(with apologies to Bob Dylan and the multitudes even he failed)
Dave Kingsbury
a nomad in cyberspace 
That’s not ‘picnic on bear mountain’ then?
Nice one Dave – I’m sure Bob will forgive you.
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Cheers, Opher … much as I love his recent stuff, it would be good to have a flash of the old protest once in a while. Or have I missed something?
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Congratulations! I’ve nominated you for the Blogger Recognition Award! http://joyfulprocessblog.com/2015/12/06/the-blogger-recognition-award/
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Thanks, my friend, I enjoy your blog too.
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answers blowing in the wind seeking for the unasked question..lovely..
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Mmm … hadn’t thought of it that way … thanks for your comment.
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Ha ha I just tried to add one more line with your silent permission
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Don’t know about one more line … sounds like an idea for a new poem … about the need for more compassion in the world, perhaps?
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