CALLING ALL LIVE POETS!
Angel, Bobbi, Gwen and Fran
Shiloh, Faucon, Vi
Heather, Heather, Carol,
Maya, Ruhdwulf, Pi
Patricia and Sweet Megan
Everyone draw nigh!
Where are your words of wonder?
I know there’s a vast supply!
Please bring those words out from under
Send them loose and let them fly!
It is secure and safe and fun here
There is no reason to ever be shy!
The poems here are fantastic, but more Live Poets
need to try!
Sharing words makes everyone richer
And now I’ll tell you why . . .
posted by Unknown @ 4:27 PM
3 comments
3 Comments:
O Winnie
I too have been walking in silence
delicate steps too light to mark the sand
as winter winds cool the air
and chill old bones
a fear sets in--
You bring me back and I know it is time
to get on with it. Fran
My silence is borne of having far too many fingers in too many hot pies. Burned fingers do not glide so freely over my keyboard. However, the good news is that I do have a creative idea or two or maybe three, simmering in my creative cauldron, waiting for a pinch of time before they go public.
Heather B.
Heather love, you know what happened to Gwion Bach when he burned his fingers in the creative cauldron and then sucked them to cool them off . . . immediate full knowledge of the past, present and future. Now THAT is the last thing you need! (sort of pissed off Cerridwen as well, as I recall!)
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