tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post2442401480690419988..comments2023-03-23T02:36:29.701-07:00Comments on Poetry: not a dirty word: Honey, I'm HomeVivian aka Deborahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18438493107661646979noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post-3948120671376996332017-01-04T16:54:53.599-08:002017-01-04T16:54:53.599-08:00I just did, sir! Could be my muse is back? xoI just did, sir! Could be my muse is back? xoVivian aka Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18438493107661646979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post-46500476722756515302017-01-04T14:46:31.293-08:002017-01-04T14:46:31.293-08:00Please Write I do so enjoy your words!Please Write I do so enjoy your words!Tin Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14753445802840246063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post-57207123958304299692017-01-02T10:10:09.588-08:002017-01-02T10:10:09.588-08:00The fragrance from Christmas tree needles
still l...The fragrance from Christmas tree needles <br />still linger in the air<br />and I sit and ponder<br />"And so that was Christmas!".<br /><br />I wander over to my favorite corner<br />on the world wide web<br />and find that you have found--<br />me! <br /><br />Excitement flashes though me<br />like when I was a child<br />on Christmas morning<br />opening gifts.<br /><br />And so it is now clear to me<br />that I will keep my silly resolution--<br />to write, no matter what!<br />Even if just a little, <br />every other<br />day.Vivian aka Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18438493107661646979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39710729630611842.post-13924631509300253812016-12-27T04:41:15.510-08:002016-12-27T04:41:15.510-08:00So as I continue walking it began to rain. I felt ...So as I continue walking it began to rain. I felt this fresh rain fall, a pleasant feeling surged in me as I felt the light tapping of raindrops on my body and listened to the soft pitter-patter melody of your pearlescent beaded raindrops on the dried pages. It was blissful. Words broke the silence of the night, tapping on autumn’s leaves so thirsty. Tin Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14753445802840246063noreply@blogger.com