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Re: E.E.
Thank you E.E. Well you have read poetry, I am basically a scribbler of verse and an avoider of those memories as the old country folk called them buggerooters. C.C.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 3, 2010 at 7:31 AM
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Re: I love this poem. A young man's fancy turns to love in the Spring
Why indeed not Kabu, funny feelings abound, I blame it on these new guys that took to hiding behind my lace curtains, I have had to have a serious talk with one of them
posted by
C_C_T
on May 3, 2010 at 7:22 AM
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Re: CORNCRAKE
Yea Wiley my old Grampy caught pneumonia and died messing about in the rain, but we have injections for that now don't we?
posted by
C_C_T
on May 3, 2010 at 7:19 AM
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Re: Janey
Thank you Janey, see I am trying to be a better person and reply politely.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 3, 2010 at 7:16 AM
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Shobana
No Shobana I do nothing when commenting apart from watching the clock. Surprisingly though I did write a little Spirit verse whilst eating an ice lolly and four small pieces of liquorice after lunch. Mind I hadn't had an ice lolly for a long time, so I shall have to re-read it and see if it is too naughty. Compliment Appreciated.
posted by
C_C_T
on May 3, 2010 at 7:14 AM
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Hi CC, what a gorgeous poem with much wisdom. I was singing in the rain and felt the chill and there was always the promise of the pink blossoms smiling. Thank you for your visit. It was a manic Monday today..much to do. My school going years were nearby a railway track and I was just so captivated by the sounds of the train whizzing past in the wee hours. Still am. At least you have something to do while commenting - no?
posted by
shobana
on May 3, 2010 at 3:25 AM
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"or wish I could be that which I could never become" beautiful line among many - I am really enjoying your poetry.
posted by
janey_
on May 2, 2010 at 8:49 PM
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I love this poem. A young man's fancy turns to love in the Spring
so why should the young have all the stirrings and thoughts. Yes it was wonderful exciting and full or yearning and promise as a youngster....it can be still.
posted by
Kabu
on May 2, 2010 at 4:31 PM
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CORNCRAKE
Well done but one must have enough sense to come in out of the rain. That's what Flora-me mum-would have said.
posted by
WileyJohn
on May 2, 2010 at 4:28 PM
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Indeed! It will be so! Awesome imagery throughout as well as rather philosophical! KUDOS!! sam
posted by
sam444
on May 2, 2010 at 2:43 PM
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Ah it's so good to see poetry on the Thrush - I began with memories akin to Thomas Hardy - "the Darkling Thrush" and your poem is like that - of the greats ~ I am genuinely impressed when I read your poetry CC and this one of an ah! moment - and yet a holding back; because almost I feel (while reading) , a familiarity that is like dejavu. Actually when I read this it reminded me of moments that I pass through (seemingly again) and I remember or try to, of a time that brings back - memories... they can be a bugger ~ E.E.
posted by
elysianfields
on May 2, 2010 at 12:17 PM
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That's quite philosophical.
Well done.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 2, 2010 at 12:14 PM
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