Wednesday, June 8, 2011

write away, dear

to have sticky pins for fingertips

and ballpoint pens for thumbs.

then I could fascinate myself to you,

and write away doldrums.
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  1. Poets UnitedJune 10, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    As Poets United reaches its first anniversary this coming week we want to thank you for your support. Over the past year we have grown to 250 members plus and are steadily growing.

    Poets United is proud to have you as one of our members and look forward to another successful year.

    Your imagination, creativity and willingness to share with us is what makes our community such a wonderful place. Thank you for beautiful poetry and thank you for being a part of Poets United.

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  2. UnknownJune 12, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    teehee, this is sweet and such vivid imagery in only four lines. :) <3

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  3. The PoetJune 13, 2011 at 1:59 PM

    "write away doldrums"...nice...had me smiling.

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  4. bttrflyscarJune 13, 2011 at 2:07 PM

    :) Thank you Robb, Dana, and Andy!

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  5. AnonymousJune 13, 2011 at 8:43 PM

    amazing.

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  6. AnonymousJune 13, 2011 at 8:43 PM

    What a thrill to land on your amazing poetry land.
    Cheers.
    Come sharing your poetry with us today,
    First time participants are welcome sharing 1 to 3 random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.

    Blessings.
    Hope to see you linked in.
    Happy Tuesday!
    Hugs.
    xoxox

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  7. AnonymousJune 17, 2011 at 2:24 PM

    Very cleverly penned!

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