For A River of Stones
http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/
Sometimes a poem is so alive,
one can feel it flutter
in the palm of a hand
writing it.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/13/11
For A River of Stones
http://ariverofstones.blogspot.com/
Sometimes a poem is so alive,
one can feel it flutter
in the palm of a hand
writing it.
Elizabeth Crawford 1/13/11
Really the best! I love this image, or maybe is will crawl away on tiny feet or curl up in a furry ball for a winter’s nap.
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This one came last night as I was falling alseep. This morning when I was getting out of bed, I saw an image in my head of a hand with a small bird in the cupped palm, and remembered the thought from the night before. Wish they were all that persistant, lol. Thanks Annell,
Elizabeth
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Wonderful!
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Glad you like it, and we call Maltesers, Whoppers. And I love them, thanks.
Elizabeth
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Oh Wow…i find it so wonderful how you can take a few words and say so much with them..this poem is true as anyone who writes poetry knows…
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Thank you Connetta, I had some help with a couple of images. And an old poem I read just a few days ago. It all works.
Elizabeth
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It does all work, doesn’t it. I think it’s one of the reasons we write. That and the feel of the poem in our hands. That is a lovely image, Elizabeth.
margo
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Margo, yes is all does work at some point, and does give us good reason to do what we do. I particularly like the image as well, thanks.
Elizabeth
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