grey China morning
must go, new weeks work beckons
sleep well poet friends
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Morning freckle, Monday's work is largely done at this end after a rare early finish![]()
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Morning DThope you can relax for evening (?) now...lovedthat JCC poem last night, i am imagaining you in your tracksuit!....day just beginning for me here...wonder what this monday will bring?....looking forward to some more great verse from all
but especially the chinese contingent...i think you should keep a little notebook of all of your writing, be lovely to look back on....
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awww....what a lovely momento! can't wait to see the next week...you are so creative, producing a lot of work, its inspiring....
on a different note, i am wondering this morning when is it officially winter? does anyone know? it feels wintry....
Winter conversation
by Joyce Wakefield
I listen to you explain the difference
between a right brain thought and a left.
I am distracted by the smell
of cold on your face.
I lick it away like a child
with an ice cream cone
sticky fingers and sweet tongue.
Aware that I have been here before
I pause in your words.
I have slept in this flesh,
dreamed these winter bones.
Waking in the darkness between us
I hear frost sweeping the porch,
edging toward the morning.
I reach for your hand.
What, you whisper, voice hoarse with dream.
My lips, swollen with you, cold,
are silent.
Last edited by freckle; 23-11-2009 at 08:12 AM.
Fantastic start to the week freckle! One of the things prevalent in much of the verse posted on this thread is its extreme intimacy. Stuff that is just not there in popular music or common in literature![]()
Last edited by Derby Tup; 23-11-2009 at 08:15 AM. Reason: usual sepeling issues
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