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.
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22 comments:

  1. DaydreamerAugust 4, 2011 at 1:16 PM

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

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  2. bttrflyscarAugust 4, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    LOL! true

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  3. Laurie KolpAugust 4, 2011 at 3:37 PM

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

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  4. Lynette KillamAugust 4, 2011 at 3:59 PM

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

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  5. UnknownAugust 4, 2011 at 4:01 PM

    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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  6. EllaAugust 5, 2011 at 6:36 AM

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

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  7. AnonymousAugust 5, 2011 at 6:52 AM

    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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  8. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallAugust 5, 2011 at 8:28 AM

    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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  9. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallAugust 5, 2011 at 8:28 AM

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

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  10. Eileen T O'Neill .....August 5, 2011 at 1:13 PM

    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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  11. MaryAugust 5, 2011 at 5:29 PM

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

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  12. Brother OllieAugust 6, 2011 at 2:44 PM

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

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  13. UnknownAugust 7, 2011 at 10:50 AM

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

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  14. bttrflyscarAugust 8, 2011 at 6:18 AM

    Rachel? LOL

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  15. maritAugust 8, 2011 at 6:21 AM

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

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  16. bttrflyscarAugust 8, 2011 at 10:15 AM

    thank you!

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  17. AnonymousAugust 8, 2011 at 4:18 PM

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

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  18. bttrflyscarAugust 9, 2011 at 1:32 PM

    thanks! -a m trumble

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  19. AnonymousAugust 9, 2011 at 4:28 PM

    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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  20. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 11:32 AM

    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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  21. AnonymousAugust 30, 2011 at 3:53 PM

    Very sweet :) I love this poem

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  22. Maxwell Mead Williams Robinson BarryAugust 31, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    love it,

    how beautiful.

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