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The poem is such a nice play of words and images like the pleats of a skirt :)

posted by shamasehar on December 12, 2016 at 4:27 AM | link to this | reply

Re: CCT

Chumpet is one good writer of poems. And a big thank you, as it's more of a compliment than I deserve! 

posted by Sea_Gypsy on December 12, 2016 at 12:42 AM | link to this | reply

Re:Annicita

Not in winter I hope. What pain is suffered for fashion. 

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 11:48 PM | link to this | reply

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Thank you Justi.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 11:47 PM | link to this | reply

Re: Wiley

Thanks Bro.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 11:46 PM | link to this | reply

I remember wearing mini skirts!

posted by Annicita on December 11, 2016 at 7:25 PM | link to this | reply

You are such a wonderful writer. Your work takes me to another place I love it.

posted by Justi on December 11, 2016 at 1:44 PM | link to this | reply

ChiffChaff

Your poetry is special Bro.

posted by WileyJohn on December 11, 2016 at 1:31 PM | link to this | reply

Re: FS

I think the weather changes all the time FS. Probably affects the Poles more quickly.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 11:03 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Shobana

Well most mature ladies wear slacks these days. I did like the mini skirts the last lady I saw wearing one was nearly seventy and she looked great. 

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 11:01 AM | link to this | reply

The world keeps on getting warmer, although right now, we are not feeling it in Maryland...Trying to think straight when we feel various emotions can cause decision making to be tricky.

posted by FormerStudentIntern on December 11, 2016 at 6:36 AM | link to this | reply

I'm glad you got off with the new poem CC. and yes amidst the perfume and the imagination, the skirt is a great start.

posted by shobana on December 11, 2016 at 4:20 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Kabu

How can I lie to you, I was waiting for a delivery from Amazon the progress report on the computer showed it would be delivered 10th. I did not want to lock the porch and waited until nearly 11p.m. If Amazon had said it had been delivered, I would have sent an email telling them it had gone to the wrong address, So while I sat there fuming I just wrote the first scrubby piece and the other was probably a repeat. I shall have to let young Chumpet take over, I think. The parcel never came. It included a child's digging spade I have always wanted one. 

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 1:31 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Taps

Well I suppose you could give them a rub,I am the worst one for cleaning cars. One supermarket I have stopped going to,because there are about 4 groups of men trying to clean one's car . They only use a spray of some sort which I fear might scratch the paintwork.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 1:20 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Sam

Yes I suppose some refections are the same. Don't fall off your bike.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 1:13 AM | link to this | reply

Re: Pat

I haven't that problem when writing mish mash Pat. It takes more talent to write a book.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 1:11 AM | link to this | reply

Re:PResta

I know RP and now l would rather read your poems than have to write one. I shall have to let Chumpet take over and just do repeats.

posted by C_C_T on December 11, 2016 at 1:08 AM | link to this | reply

C_C_T

'....original emotion...' seems like the key to the whole poem. Very interesting, CC! 

posted by Sea_Gypsy on December 10, 2016 at 8:44 PM | link to this | reply

Writing poetry is hard, first in finding the words for that amorphous

emotion or idea, and second (more difficult) in having the reader hear what I meant when what I said was not quite that...   You seem not to have this problem.

posted by Pat_B on December 10, 2016 at 6:42 PM | link to this | reply

The second poem was great, I could see myself in it! sam 

posted by sam444 on December 10, 2016 at 5:38 PM | link to this | reply

I tried to write a new poem today. 
So far it hasn't worked out.
So, instead I went out into the frigid cold with a spray bottle of window cleaner and some soft rags and washed all the filthy windows all around on my car.  Sitting here writing this, I suddenly remembered that I didn't clean the dirt off of the headlights.

posted by TAPS. on December 10, 2016 at 5:15 PM | link to this | reply

Time to go and have a sleep and keep away from that Australian wine me thinks.

Image result for drunk cartoon

posted by Kabu on December 10, 2016 at 1:51 PM | link to this | reply