After a breakfast of bacon and scrambled emotions on toast we are put to work Some write letters home the heart's nib bled for ink to make the verse Others sweep the yards of littered minds and desolate souls but I won't complain... (at least with poetry I don't have to remember any last names)
You are still wonderful. I needed to reread this one. Everytime i do something different jumps out at me. Thanks sweet one
Aww, you are wonderful, too. What are the chances of that, huh? Two wonderful people! Pleasures all mine
Good day today, all this poetry Im reading makes me think. Loved your first stanza, gives off something modern, rushed.
Wow, so much emotion in just eleven lines? I particularly loved the lines "the heart's nib bled for ink to make the verse". Good stuff. I look forward to reading more from you.
I have really missed posting here! Thanks very much, Kitten, Bhaskar and natti...you are truly sweet people X
Totally loved this....love the contemporary feel, as Kitten pointed out, the cunning playful use of vocab, and the simplicity. Wow!
Thankyou people I can hardly type, my fingers are shaking so much from the cold...blooding heating's broken in this room! I liked this poem, which was unusual because I don't normally have much time for my own stuff once it's written...I'm happy you can all find something in the words, they mean a lot to me. Much Love XxX
Cheers my darling...and don't you think emotions are just like eggs? They're tricky little buggers, you try to get them whole but you always end up with, um, jagged little bits of eggshell in them? Ignore me, I'm in the weirdest mood possible I think! X
People just keep being nicer and nicer! Well honey, you rock too...and I love your name...Moonjava...mmm.
