<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/Sheherazade"><title>Sheherezade's poetry and fiction page - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/</link><description>A growing collection of poems and short stories intended to inspire and entertain, so long as you promise to keep reading for as long as possible...</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/574775" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/574774" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/568026" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/564599" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/564397" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/563844" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/561690" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/560517" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/560516" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/559005" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/574775"><title>The Mirth of Madness</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/574775</link><description>Baby, I think I lost my mind. I dropped it in the toilet And when I thought I'd a kernel of sense left I hurried to destroy it. This madness is a comfort, mind. I'm not too proud to say. It keeps me feeling slow contentment When my skies are gray. Although I hardly notice them When I look into...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/574774"><title>Essence of Autumn</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/574774</link><description>Apples baked crisp. Dipping energetic fingers gingerly, Hot in jam Knitting lambswool mittens. Now opening pantry. Quickly, relishing stew's taste. Under varying weather.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/568026"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/568026</link><description>Oh, mama, I guess it's true. What's goes around surely comes back to you. But where does it start, and how does it end? You say time's the best healer, on that I can depend. I'm still waiting for answers, chasing breadcrumbs Oh, mama, I'm just so numb. I've been tossing in my sleep and sighing...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/564599"><title>Heart Song</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/564599</link><description>Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in;...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/564397"><title>How Does A Heart Break?</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/564397</link><description>Normal 0 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in;...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/563844"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/563844</link><description>When you withdrew, I knew The calls you avoided more frequently Added to my insecurity As the shadows lengthened, and my doubts grew. You stumbled on your words like pebbles in your path And recovered yourself only at the aftermath. Your tearful face a mask of shame, you blubbered out your words...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/561690"><title>Momma</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/561690</link><description>Momma rides on a cloud of smoke her smile stretching wide like an accordion. Her son clasps a crayon in his pudgy fingers and his hand swoops down to his coloring book like an airplane. He is blissfully engaged in minutiae. When it is time for bed she is just coming back, And they never meet at...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/560517"><title>Marina</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/560517</link><description>You are the fish hook that yanked me from my sea of slumber. Underneath a watery moon, you serenaded me with sonnets. But I was shaky and unsteady on these new legs, What a world to awaken to! Like the first flower bud above the sea of Gilgamesh These new pleasures could not have been foreseen. I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/560516"><title>ABC poem( for Sam444!)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/560516</link><description>America, beautiful, cold, desolate, Everyone's first glimpse, heartache. Imagine just knowing life's meaning now. Opening portals quietly, remembering sunshine. Twilight, under Venus's window. Xenophiles yearningly zigzag.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/559005"><title>Quotes for Contemplation(updated July 23, 2008)</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Sheherazade/559005</link><description>"Indifference makes excuses. Love makes all things possible." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "When we speak our truth loudly, we sing the song of our birthright to the heavens, and illuminate all humanity." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Otherness is...</description></item></rdf:RDF>