Thursday, August 4, 2011

storm


driving home
from the farmer's market-
I can't see anything-
through this storm-
I come home to sleep-
with you-rest in your
arms full of things-
mine are. We share a
beer, really talking-
for the first time in
weeks I kiss you-
and I don't mind
that your beard is gone.

22 comments:

  1. Awww That's so sweet and not minding his beard being gone, that's love~! :)

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  2. Nothing like being home with your loved ones during stormy weather. Love the surprise ending.

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  3. What a sweet and tender moment you've shared with us...there is an unmistakable ring of truth to it...:)

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  4. The familiarity and intimacy are wonderful here. The essence of every day, and the blessings therein are evident. Feels transitional in several ways. Nice write!

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  5. I love the tender intimacy in your words~ The caress of day and how these interludes allow magic to arrive~

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  6. This is larger than the words...it has a peaceful and sweet nectar to it, like a favorite flower on the dining table.

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  7. superb imagery, you draw me with you.

    wanted to say thank you for your support to short story slam week 5...

    welcome join our week 7 challenge.
    bless your talent, keep it coming.

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  8. claim two awards from my post if you wish.
    happy Friday.

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  9. Rachel,

    Home is the best place to be away from a storm and fear and into the arms of love.

    Eileen

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  10. Always nice to be able to share a stormy day with a loved one.

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  11. love this one - so authentic...nice, so nice

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  12. "in your arms full of things." that line just stands out to me. sweet little piece Amy! xo

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  13. simple and short but really evocative. glad to find your blog!!

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  14. Cozy and intimate, shelter from the storm. Very nice!

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  15. Love how personal this is. Reminds me of many of my own pieces. (u might like "pretty words would be untrue")
    I love your blog. ♥

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  16. Lovely sentiments, A.M.! Cuddling while the cold rain falls is always worthy of a poem. Very nice one!

    My weekly entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/

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