Contemplating commenting on Susan Jarvis' latest verbal bouquet inspired this. Oh my! I never thought I could write a tribute to PF!
(sonnet #MMCXCII)
Applause o'er, money pocketed, we'll miss The souls who happ'ly joyed in telling oh Just what they liked of what they read. Or no? O yes. And where's the fun? Is fan mail bliss? We want the fawning blather stooped to kiss Our priceless feet, the limelight's tinsel show Of glory what we truly seek? Think so. But I will wager all such is remiss. Your name and self in Poet's Corner yet Enshrined seems consolation, true. But pay Me e'en a fortune and what I'll regret Is all the fun of playing with folk from day To day as nobodies who in love's debt Shared friendship o'er our musings, yea.
Wowee, this is three years old by now, and a pretty reminder of why PF is the only site I've ever called "home" online. You know what they say, there's no place like home.