A stack of papers
are in a clamp basket
with the handle down the middle,
white flared to both sides
like presenting egg cartons,
which I guess would be healthier
though I'd rather be by chicken feathers
Hubby once said as a way of having teased his one favorite song by me could've made us rich in a castle with cadillacs, which of course careened crooning for a care if I'd be disgusted so rigorously I would not sing. but that's some of the stuff that makes it easier when there isn't such a critique of that's what I'm after with a lift from impoverished temporaries. And his OK is that it's not trivial for a household! Susurrus sure.
My backyard looks like a book cover, but I can't say anything except that I'm tiring and tired today.
I don't just remember it sometimes, sources
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cleaning author's page, kept this aside
not needing words I usually love
on my description that I'm just of putting it out about myself
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your backyard looks like a book cover. wow, what an image!
so, you write songs too? i know i've seen music in your poetry, but i thought maybe you were simply knowledgeable of the music world, as opposed to actually living in it.
i feel like you're a perfectionist when it comes to your writing, and the first part of this profile only confirms my belief (though i might be wrong). it makes me feel tense in a way, because i feel that's how you feel... and it transcends into me, sort of. from this profile (and from other things i've read by you), i feel that your husband doesn't quite approve of you writing (so much), and that you'd be better of singing, because that will make you money (as you don't seem to seek monetary benefits from your writing).
i feel that most of what i write is inadequate, and does not portray accurately what i wish to say. i guess your words help to compensate, as i feel you do it exceptionally well, although you may disagree... and i feel you are quite hard on yourself.
i remember thinking about you, and wondering about how you can have so many thoughts in that brain of yours. i imagine you are exhausted a lot of the time, but if not... then, that's good. you seem to find pleasure in thinking a lot, which shows in your love for words and the dedication you bring to your writing. i must admit, though (again), that i wish you would post your poems here (and not only in the other forum), though i can understand why you don't. i thought you would like more feedback on your writing, and the feedback is lacking on that site. i feel it doesn't do justice to what you've written, but maybe anonymity is what you prefer.
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