Wednesday, June 29, 2011

#71 magpie tale

 Thoughts of childhood float
above me like slivers of glass
glistening in light, held
by a thread

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11 comments:

  1. Susan FobesJune 29, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    What a beautiful poem...

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  2. SuzJune 29, 2011 at 9:40 PM

    shucks...thanks

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  3. Brian MillerJune 29, 2011 at 9:40 PM

    childhood was such a fun time...smiles.

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  4. jabblogJune 30, 2011 at 7:05 AM

    Lovely imagery:-)

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  5. Harry & LisaJune 30, 2011 at 7:57 AM

    quite lovely. ahhh, the eternal memories of childhood's beauty....especially during the summer..... nice.

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  6. HelenJune 30, 2011 at 9:41 AM

    I love this ... my memories and thoughts of childhood are so precious, and fragile.

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  7. The BugJune 30, 2011 at 10:38 AM

    Lovely!

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  8. Carmen Myrtis-GarciaJune 30, 2011 at 11:56 AM

    Just stopped by for the first time. I love what I see. Nice poems and prose to go with the photos. Feels like a peaceful place.

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  9. JohnJune 30, 2011 at 1:27 PM

    Beautiful work Suz.

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  10. hyperCRYPTICalJune 30, 2011 at 3:55 PM

    Wonderful stuff!

    Anna :o]

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  11. life in red shoesJuly 1, 2011 at 1:06 AM

    Very nice :)

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