today...what a way to describe it and would she play...I love that. To think of her as doing such. Words are so malleable in your hands it seems they mold to your meaning so well.
and she is a fickle filly ... one can never be sure which way she will muse, run, buck or be bridled ... its the constancy of being present that holds us together eh!? a lovely poem ... a comfort like a table for two at Dunkin' Donuts early in the morning :)))
had to look that up ...thanks man!! i like you too! i realized i had not subscribed to you so correc.. read morehad to look that up ...thanks man!! i like you too! i realized i had not subscribed to you so corrected the mistake .. so many here do not send RR so its a way to try and keep up .. i will not miss so many of your posts now .... hopefully ;)
thinking out loud helps us focus... the near writes might tantalise HER but it won't prevent the intent of those intense thoughts of being together... I am glad it's summer... good morning, sir!
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
Good morning - the coffee helps but the mind-stall has some wicked a-musings to meander by.
9 Years Ago
perhaps a couple of shots of espresso in the fuel lines might help...
9 Years Ago
"Stall" is a noun for me - not the verb for others...chuckling here
9 Years Ago
haha, yes, for sure... perhaps the door needs a little greasing :)
9 Years Ago
I would guess that just about everyone has thought of making a poem from titles that pass behind the.. read moreI would guess that just about everyone has thought of making a poem from titles that pass behind their eyes as they wander a mind-stall of to-be-written-verbal propensities defining-moments-awakenings-pausings, full-on muse-creating, and thought-ambushed recollections of only somewhat-fantasy but-so-very-very-telling of whom we’ve always been… haven’t they? …haven’t they…
“What part of NO don’t YOU understand?”, “Tomorrows…”, “Sanity…”, “I Remember Mama”, “Silence Of The Lambs”, “Missing…” …becomes
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yes, i imagine we all have written or thought of writing poetry this way... titles move us in the di.. read moreyes, i imagine we all have written or thought of writing poetry this way... titles move us in the directions towards which we remember them and garner memories (sometimes visceral) of past moments we shared with others, or with others in mind...
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so a mind-stall isn't a writer's-block for me... it's a repository needing meandering - another of t.. read moreso a mind-stall isn't a writer's-block for me... it's a repository needing meandering - another of the halls of life we wander and define by our presence and prescience
9 Years Ago
a place to allow thoughts to stew...I like it...
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words have meanings and shades of tone
and minds define them as they go
and if two eve.. read morewords have meanings and shades of tone
and minds define them as they go
and if two ever disagree
each is ever and always a me
and you - well, you always seem to know
how dealing with a me will go
especially when the me IS you
and I being me agree you’re you.
9 Years Ago
yes, they sure do...appears the door to that stall has allowed a glimpse inside... this is good, Chr.. read moreyes, they sure do...appears the door to that stall has allowed a glimpse inside... this is good, Chris
9 Years Ago
chuckling here... is how I am and always shall be ...a me.
Chris, I read "Today..." today - wishing, I'd more time! You sir have a new fan here, and will become a much more regular visitor henceforth...will see your work in future, Ewen
Chris you always make us beam with the intent of your poems, never fails to reach that itchy spot and sooth it, lots of wonderful poems today, and yours is no exception.
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