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Reading your poetry, at least what I've read so far, has me searching for words that describe its overall 'character' - and the first one that suggests itself strongly is 'gritty' - and I like it...

 

posted by Nautikos on December 23, 2015 at 8:49 PM | link to this | reply

Re: Annicita

You haven't lived until you've rolled in the mud.   thank you!!! 

posted by WeatheredLight on December 19, 2015 at 9:02 AM | link to this | reply

I can't say that I ever rolled around in the mud but I have made mud pies...

Welcome to blogit!

posted by Annicita on December 19, 2015 at 8:07 AM | link to this | reply

I am loving your use of plant imagery in your poem.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on December 18, 2015 at 5:12 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Justi

Thank you

posted by WeatheredLight on December 18, 2015 at 4:38 AM | link to this | reply

Re: C C T

Post a photo of that - the you rolling in the mud part.  LOL

posted by WeatheredLight on December 18, 2015 at 4:37 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Taps

The story of your sons just took me back to my youth as if I were part of their club.  I am so glad you commented here.  I call that a win-win.  Thank you.

posted by WeatheredLight on December 18, 2015 at 4:36 AM | link to this | reply

That was very interesting.

posted by Justi on December 18, 2015 at 1:23 AM | link to this | reply

Interesting I think I will roll in the mud and spawn violets.

posted by C_C_T on December 18, 2015 at 12:31 AM | link to this | reply

I really like this.  It takes me back to when my sons were young, very young, so many years ago.  They played beneath the pendulous branchlets of a Salix babylonica in another place and loved it so, I pulled one branchlet off just for them and we took it home and sprouted it in a gallon jug of water.  We placed it in a sunny place in the backyard and it grew magnificently.  The branchlets eventually hung to the ground on all sides and they set up their boys club inside where no one could see they were there.  It was to them the hanging folds of a desert tent of Ali Baba.  We had no camels, but they made do with four goats, a golden retriever, and four large white ducks.

posted by TAPS. on December 17, 2015 at 5:04 PM | link to this | reply