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Bless Her...





Her tongue colours me
jonquil-mellow-yellow


Mouthing malapropism
that I taste
the lemon sweetness of


as she says
my small poems
are "Muriels"


Whilst I know
I cannot paint
the world's walls


Her gift
makes me feel
Sunflower tall


Freefalling
into feather-light
starbright


Twinkle
within the warmth
of her eyes










Author notes

Bless her, she meant "mural's" but her faux pas was even more endearing, the heart-smile at receiving such warm words will always stay with me.

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  • SeptemberFaith
    December 31, 2008

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    This is beautiful... You always give me a vision.. I can see such things or taste them... you have a stunning style.

    Criss

  • patrick20traveler
    November 26, 2008
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    I llike it.

    And "Muriels" is a nice word too.


  • DogFish silver member
    November 2, 2008
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    heartwarming !


  • DolceVito gold member
    October 30, 2008
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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    October 24, 2008

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    awww, she sounds like an absolute darling; easy mistake to make anyway if you're young, tired or fun loving


  • Fritz O skennick gold member
    October 12, 2008

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    Heartfelt & endearing...

    Had to get the dictionary out for the 1st couple of stanzas. lol!
    But the sentiment & nature of the piece is truly touching & didn't fail to touch me in its honesty & sentimentality.
    Well penned, well versed, Well Done!!!


  • poetryality silver member
    October 8, 2008

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    "as she says
    my small poems
    are "Muriels""


    Even with her "faux pas" she was right on the mark. Your poetry paints such brilliance, and this is simply one to add to that colorful collection. I wish you well in the challenge.


    Much Love ♥

    Renee



  • Balldinger silver member
    October 6, 2008

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    on this Bermuda mark, there is a blessing only your pen can scratch, just like a motion in exact science, the paint is only as liquid as its runny form. granite does not define the rock alone.


  • tara wilson gold member
    October 6, 2008

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    I was thinking the other day if it would work if I used "lellow" in a poem about my daughter...lol..

    this is so sweeet...I like how you wrote of those instances when words are said wrong but so cute...and you can paint 'murals' - you have right here. felt it as well as see it...

    lovely=)


  • malmadre gold member
    October 5, 2008

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    You do paint the world's walls with your beautiful verses. What a sweet poem!


  • rbruce gold member
    October 5, 2008

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    What a lovely poem. You have expressed great joy at knowing the child who mistakenly said Muriels. I love this poem for obvious reasons.


  • arafura gold member
    October 5, 2008
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    I love this. Your 'muriel' is wonderful and I feel the warmth of your heartsmile!


  • secberm
    October 5, 2008

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    This is sweet. I like the picture painted. Write on and good luck.

    Dez

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