I rarely offer explanations about my poems; I feel that once I put them out into the world, they cease to belong to me and the meaning becomes that of the reader. In this case, I am breaking my own rule.
When it comes to WP and comments, I am the master of typos. Months ago, in a comments conversation with my friend Bojana, I typed the word bog rather than what I was actually trying to type. I apologized profusely, and in response, Bojana typed the words,” Bog means God in Serbian”. It gave me the chills and I knew one day it would become a poem. This is the poem it became.
Stories From the Edge of Blindness 
August 6, 2018 at 10:02 am
👏🏻👏🏻
August 6, 2018 at 11:42 am
Thank you, Dylan!!!!!
August 6, 2018 at 10:29 am
Oh wow…you captured this so completely…this is SUCH a tribute.
August 6, 2018 at 11:46 am
Thank you, Wulf!!!! I am so glad you like it!!
August 6, 2018 at 6:00 pm
Liked doesn’t even come close to describing how I feel about it.
August 6, 2018 at 8:19 pm
Love you, Wulf!
August 6, 2018 at 1:35 pm
I was told earlier I would cry today…
But let’s go back…
I’ve been in excruciating physical pain ever since I came to Serbia, my vacation turning into day counting. First it was my teeth with terrible headaches, next my knee, then my stomach. I had food poisoning and, besides other things, have had restless nights because of the severe muscle pain supposedly caused by the meds I’ve been taking. Just when I thought the pain had somewhat subsided and that I could finally start relaxing and enjoying, my son had a minor accident today so we ended up in the ER with a stitch in his forehead. It wasn’t easy looking at the hole in his head and his shirt getting soaked with blood. The doctor and nurses said he would be fine and kept asking me how I was doing, to which I replied I was ok and not prone to panic.
Then I came back home to this poem. You know that I always have an opinion about everything and that I don’t really know how to keep my mouth shut. Not that I want to, really… So, my reaction after this awful month, this horrible day and these magical lines will not be rage nor silence, let alone tears. I don’t want to cry today. I want to celebrate the world and its beauty, regardless of how ugly it may be. I want to celebrate life for everything it has given me, in spite of how much it took away from me. I want to celebrate supportive, compassionate, gentle, smart and perceptive people I have surrounded myself with, despite the fact that I met (and luckily got rid of) quite a few jerks in my life. I want to celebrate love, friendship and good literature that have given me something so precious and unique that I can only feel eternal gratitude and happiness.
You, my friend, and your poetry feel like refreshing rain after age-long droughts. You are a gift from Gods. My sun and my moon. You are the light in my darkness that shines so bright. My star. My guardian angel, always there when I need her most.
I wrote two poems recently and couldn’t make up my mind which one to post first. Not until today. Now I know.
(Thank you. I love you so much.)
August 6, 2018 at 1:59 pm
You will always have a very strong and special place in my heart! I love you, my friend!
August 24, 2018 at 5:41 am
I love to find a post within a post. This was a beautiful (and revealing) response. Kudos to both my sisters!
August 24, 2018 at 6:32 am
Thank you, Sweet Tom!!!!
August 24, 2018 at 6:44 am
TY, bro.
August 6, 2018 at 4:33 pm
Coming from a silly guy who sometimes refers to himself as a frog, I am super excited to discover Bog means god in ANY language! Not only is this an awesome poem, but it has also armed me with a critical bit of knowledge that I will never forget and am sure to use many times in the future. So you have made my day and inspired me in several cool ways!
August 6, 2018 at 8:16 pm
Yay!!!
August 6, 2018 at 9:31 pm
I have no words . . . Only adoration for this masterpiece ❤️
August 7, 2018 at 7:33 am
Oh, Rita, Thank you so much!!! You know B so well, and if you like this piece, then I must have done something right.
August 7, 2018 at 7:39 am
You did more than right!
August 7, 2018 at 7:43 am
I love you, my friend! Thank you!
August 7, 2018 at 7:44 am
Love you right back.
August 7, 2018 at 3:13 am
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
rocks the park of morality.
For this unrepentant punk
loves your Flowerin’ Gink,
with it’s grunging poetry.
August 7, 2018 at 7:35 am
Now you are just toying with me. Hahahaha!
August 7, 2018 at 4:22 pm
Never … Flowing Ink!
How could you possibly think
that of a closet punk?
August 7, 2018 at 7:12 pm
Our cities are in dust, Mr. Redpath. Do you feel the unrest? I am spellbound.
August 7, 2018 at 7:30 pm
I am bound up
in the sorcery
of flowing poetry
If the vassals revolt
they’ll need do it without poor pitiful me
For the Bog of Blog
is a cruel task master
… and without mercy
August 8, 2018 at 9:12 am
Beautiful poem but I can’t get to the original post, so I could not finish reading it. What happened?
August 8, 2018 at 9:21 am
Thank you!!! Here is the link to the original post
https://moralitypark.wordpress.com/2018/08/07/bog-means-god-in-serbian-susan-richardson/
August 8, 2018 at 9:28 am
Thank you, Susan.
August 14, 2018 at 7:58 am
Such a beautiful poem!
August 17, 2018 at 6:19 am
Thank you, so much! Just saw this comment. Followed your beautiful blog!
August 17, 2018 at 7:58 am
Oh no worries! Wonderful blog BTW! 😃
August 17, 2018 at 8:03 am
Thank you, Stephanie. I am looking forward to exploring yours further!!!
August 17, 2018 at 8:07 am
♥ thanks!
August 24, 2018 at 5:44 am
I’m still discovering things from my lost week(s), and this I discovered through another discovery. It’s masterful! I want to copy and paste my favorite part, but I’d have to copy and paste the entire poem. I’ll just read it again and tell you … wow … you are a master; a goddess of the pen.
August 24, 2018 at 6:34 am
Thank you, my brother!!!! I had a very good inspiration for this one!
August 24, 2018 at 10:17 am
Yes you did!