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Re: FS
Thanks FS ,I hope you like curry.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 22, 2016 at 10:26 AM
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Re: BC
Thanks Bill we love melancoly
posted by
C_C_T
on March 22, 2016 at 10:25 AM
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You do an excellent job of building stories within your poetry.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on March 22, 2016 at 10:03 AM
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Beautiful, romantic, and melancoly
posted by
BC-A
on March 22, 2016 at 9:54 AM
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Thank you Krisles I really hate eating out, I think probably I feel like I am a butterfly well a caterpillar probably. I expect I imagine it. Thank you for reading the poem, it keeps the happiness flowing.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 22, 2016 at 9:04 AM
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I beleive anything a pretty woman tells me Rpresta.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 22, 2016 at 8:51 AM
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Re: Taps
A wonderful experience for a small boy. I must save one or two when I spot them in the garden soil. Not much parsley around I usually grow some in a pot. When you find the photo I'll put one of me as a small boy if I can find one..
posted by
C_C_T
on March 22, 2016 at 8:50 AM
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Re: Re: RPresta
Wow! That's nice.
posted by
C_C_T
on March 22, 2016 at 8:45 AM
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Just had to tell you, your poem becomes more beautiful with each reading.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on March 22, 2016 at 12:21 AM
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My youngest son found a caterpiller in the parsely in the garden. He put it in an old empty fishtank with a branch standing up, and with it he put mounds of fresh parsely. Everyday he put fresh parsely. The caterpiller ate and ate. One day it stopped eating and attached himself to the branch and made a cocoon. Eventually David took the branch out of the tank so the butterfly could leave the cocoon without banging its wings against the walls of the tank. It was a big beautiful blue butterfly. Somewhere I have an old snapshot of David with the blue butterfly on his finger for just a moment before it flew away. David was only four years old, but he always loved nature.
posted by
TAPS.
on March 21, 2016 at 10:16 PM
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I like the entire poem, a lot. Especially the part about the white candle... You won't believe this, but I have been working on a poem, "Blue Butterfly!"
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on March 21, 2016 at 8:05 PM
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This is such a richly beautfiful poem because of the 'fluidity' you infused the imagery of the words with. I savored several lines and had a hard time picking my favorite line....I was enchanted with the "creamy words" - I love that! But, I think my favorite line is:
The future felt like a shower of stars between the mists. - Beautiful!
posted by
Krisles
on March 21, 2016 at 6:32 PM
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