there's a tweet, I don't know where
from but my little girl is behind me
on the chair correlating;
oh if I were on the lounge of logs,
could I look at a tree and send a thank you
for studying the day with a song
also, no street of ink required
sometimes a move of a cap
is as amazing as a butterfly on hand visor
scenic seeps into senses
does my breath on you feel like a bug,
oh forget scratching
I'll run and that'll shake it off
is utterly tail wagged
as no wail tag;
watching you on this dark brown trail
is like an oily gleam with your effervescent energy
seems like it's definitely after snow, somewhat
blue skies and a black dog
not by cloud but leap,
February I could kick my boots off in
as in my living room and not winter wonderland,
stones of white are gravel dragged around
the tractor takes out my song
off to the ditch, what do you think of that;
she trots with no rejection of orders
like around rooms and disappeared bunny rabbit
has her beyond personal panic
but as troubled caretaker
chasing up a chuckle
easier than alphabet downstairs
with open door pronouncing A-line skirt
breeze is not irritating
but tiring by timing
making this warm winter all afternoon
with delay as on settee
Author notes
good luck isn't colorfully fulfilling
please don't crank comment...
through emoticons and the applause;
though rose can be nice settlement
A contest entry
- couch in the meadow by zillion.
300 points, ended February 11, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
spontaneously yes, stepping up pace for this account while wating for a babies one
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such a complex story in this one.
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A very introspective write and a most interesting play on words. Very enjoyable thanks for showing me the portal to your work. I'll be back. David
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enthusiastic sides
davidwright welcome
thank you for clarifying this could be a likable piece beyond the biased author ha-ha. I felt lively writing it.
I'm pleased you have a comfortable roam for reading me, though I'm winding this account down today. my new one for more complete clean concentration on babies just got opened... I don't want to get off!
glad even on short path,
also called
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I like this, the lounge of logs and thank you to the trees, a beautiful winter day, though the tractor has taken out my song. I love the image of the open door pronouncing A-line skirt. Thanks for taking me there.
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good good
Echidna I'm glad I got you here
this was a treasure to my ears but for it to have been to yours has turned it into stereo, and the lines you gave volume is as turning on a radio not like a phone to be pulled away. I dance them re-lived and thinking how you imagine it.
yes, a gorgeous day and evening of sorts, thanks for noticing;
also called
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