Tuesday, July 12, 2011

strawberry

July 12th

My love's hands and eyes
so full of surprise!

he sees nothing wrong with giving me
a synthetic strawberry.
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16 comments:

  1. AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    beautiful.

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  2. bttrflyscarJuly 13, 2011 at 1:35 PM

    thanks :)

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  3. AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 2:49 PM

    Oh a synthetic strawberry... Simplicity at its finest.

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  4. AnonymousJuly 13, 2011 at 3:21 PM

    Nicely done :)

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  5. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    Ouch.

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  6. bttrflyscarJuly 14, 2011 at 6:34 AM

    yes painful for both of us lol.

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  7. Vinay Leo R.July 14, 2011 at 8:03 AM

    oh my!

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  8. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 8:57 AM

    I love that last line. Your poems are so charming!

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  9. AnonymousJuly 14, 2011 at 9:08 AM

    Well, I nevah! I guess synthetic is beter than no strawberry at all? Nice writing. You've set my mind to wondering.

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  10. LewisstyleJuly 15, 2011 at 7:11 AM

    it takes some talent to say so much with so few words, thanks for writing

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  11. bttrflyscarJuly 15, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    thanks all!

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  12. AnonymousJuly 16, 2011 at 5:38 AM

    Yikes! Very nice image.
    ZQ

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  13. AnonymousJuly 16, 2011 at 9:29 AM

    I have to agree with deep on this: Ouch! But very rich in imagery... I'd have a talk with my love's eyes and hands though! The real things are just so much better (dipped in chocolate)! *smile*

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  14. AnonymousJuly 16, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    nice delivery. *claps*

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  15. RavenblackJuly 17, 2011 at 3:32 PM

    Really good. Says so much in those four lines and they read very well. :)

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  16. bttrflyscarJuly 19, 2011 at 1:33 PM

    thanks!!

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