and poetry in the dishwasher
Love - as old as the hills, and as new as now...
as petals yawn deep...your poetry makes me weep for its beauty.
sun kissed love may it bloom eternal..beautiful magpie!
ah, your magpie is beautiful...and so true about love...reborn new and fresh every day...
Lovely - like the dawn, love will always be made new again. Beautiful take on the magpie.
Your poem is lovely and reflects the strength of those sharpened pencils rising into the air.
Very lovely thoughts!
So many forms love can take and oh, what it does to us!Great Magpie...- Dina
As always Alexis I love your poems and this one is no different. I get a great visual from "even the silver spoon turns to dust as it separates from pinkish tongue"Every time I read it I can see the bright pink tongue and Silver spoon. Thnak you btw for turning me on to Magpie Tales!!
I love the thought of re-birthing love. Enjoyable read!
This was so fun, and your's is so beautiful. I love this, and I'm so glad you weren't literal about pencils.
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Hi Alexis, I've read this love poem several times. I like the cadence and the mental images your words convey. You have a gift.
Great. I enjoyed this poem immensely, Alexis. Keep sending beautiful things out into the world.
A lovely promise!
quite beautiful! Love the photo above as well!
"as petals yawn deep"Great line! Keep it up.
This is beautiful, thanks for sharing! Thanks for stopping by my blog and giving me the advice about the clocks. I might have to try that! :)
I really enjoyed your poems, thank you for sharing them.
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