ain't no sin to be glad you're alive
My eyes had to blink, as eyes eventually do. But I didn't miss this. This is beautiful. I love the sound each word makes as it flows into the next, much like the sound water or a gentle wind makes. I love the way the more personal ending relates back to the begining with "dry, dry, dry, say the trees"Thank you.
Thanks, Heather, and welcome -- don't think I have seen you around here before. :)
Anne, that is so beautiful. Can I print it and tape it to my desk?
Trista, sure -- I'm flattered! I'm going to take it down soon to rework it, though. I think it may want to grow up and become a real poem someday. Maybe.
Mmm . . . how lovely!
Thanks Anne. I did it. Please let me know if this ever does change form. I'd love to see the final incarnation.
Thanky, Ms. Artichoke. :) Trista, I'll try to remember to let you know! I actually took a little work break and started playing around with lines -- which immediately revealed some weak spots. I may work on this one for a while. It's odd for me to do an initial draft in prose format like this, but it makes it kind of fun to work with.
Anne,' glad I'm used to staring at my monitor for minutes without blinking, especially when I'm deeply absorbed with what I'm writing.aLfie vera-mella
Anne, I feel like a monolithic dope, but what am I missing here?I'm sure it's fantastic, though. Just, well, give a sleepy girl a little hint.
Erin, there was a poem-draft-ish thing. I took it down after a day for revision, and because I don't really like to post unpublished stuff here as a general rule.
Next time I'll visit your site a few hours earlier so I can catch the draft. Voyeurism, you know.
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