Thursday, May 26, 2011

small stone #3

Out the window,

I thought I saw Emily

pale, gawking.



a green T-shirt.



bouncing firey springs on her head.
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16 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 26, 2011 at 7:52 AM

    Nice use of spacing and short lines. I found myself looking out my window as I read this. The final image is wonderful. Thanks for sharing

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  2. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceMay 26, 2011 at 9:59 AM

    fun one,

    Thanks for sharing.
    :)

    Jingle

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  3. bttrflyscarMay 26, 2011 at 11:19 AM

    thanks :D

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  4. HelenaMay 26, 2011 at 12:50 PM

    Succinct and sweetly satisfying....!

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  5. bttrflyscarMay 26, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    sweet comment.

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  6. AnonymousMay 26, 2011 at 2:55 PM

    Ahh -- love the simplicity. I've never been able to master the art of few words but you have done it brilliantly.

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  7. AnonymousMay 26, 2011 at 10:47 PM

    Short fun poem, simple enough to digest yet I'm able to think about it for a long time. (:

    - RPIMotion Author

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  8. AnonymousMay 28, 2011 at 5:07 AM

    Nice short poem.
    all bless.

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  9. The Reason You ComeMay 28, 2011 at 7:44 AM

    I can picture the scene. This is short and simple, but it works!

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  10. AnonymousMay 28, 2011 at 12:16 PM

    I love it! Great job =)

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  11. The PoetMay 28, 2011 at 3:52 PM

    Nice image you've created with this one.

    Congrats on receiving your most recent award!

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  12. PaulMay 31, 2011 at 1:39 AM

    Loved this image, there is a good use of spacing. The image in my head was of my children standing absently absorbed in their own thing, it would be nice to be that way so unabashed.
    Nice post.

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  13. bttrflyscarMay 31, 2011 at 7:36 AM

    :) Thanks again all!

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  14. AnonymousJune 1, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    This is really cool...so light and delightful, :)

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  15. bttrflyscarJune 2, 2011 at 6:34 AM

    :D

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  16. AnonymousJune 19, 2011 at 8:38 AM

    delightful play ...

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