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Reading your poetry, at least what I've read so far, has me searching for words that describe its overall 'character' - and the first one that suggests itself strongly is 'gritty' - and I like it...
posted by
Nautikos
on December 23, 2015 at 8:49 PM
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Re: Annicita
You haven't lived until you've rolled in the mud. 
thank you!!!
posted by
WeatheredLight
on December 19, 2015 at 9:02 AM
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I can't say that I ever rolled around in the mud but I have made mud pies...
Welcome to blogit!
posted by
Annicita
on December 19, 2015 at 8:07 AM
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I am loving your use of plant imagery in your poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on December 18, 2015 at 5:12 AM
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Re: Justi
Thank you
posted by
WeatheredLight
on December 18, 2015 at 4:38 AM
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Re: C C T
Post a photo of that - the you rolling in the mud part. LOL
posted by
WeatheredLight
on December 18, 2015 at 4:37 AM
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Re: Taps
The story of your sons just took me back to my youth as if I were part of their club. I am so glad you commented here. I call that a win-win. Thank you.
posted by
WeatheredLight
on December 18, 2015 at 4:36 AM
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That was very interesting.
posted by
Justi
on December 18, 2015 at 1:23 AM
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Interesting I think I will roll in the mud and spawn violets.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 18, 2015 at 12:31 AM
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I really like this. It takes me back to when my sons were young, very young, so many years ago. They played beneath the pendulous branchlets of a Salix babylonica in another place and loved it so, I pulled one branchlet off just for them and we took it home and sprouted it in a gallon jug of water. We placed it in a sunny place in the backyard and it grew magnificently. The branchlets eventually hung to the ground on all sides and they set up their boys club inside where no one could see they were there. It was to them the hanging folds of a desert tent of Ali Baba. We had no camels, but they made do with four goats, a golden retriever, and four large white ducks.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 17, 2015 at 5:04 PM
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