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Sábado, 2 de mayo de 2015. It can be difficult to grow. I hope it follows growing very well. Cabbage Patch Kid inside it. I hope to have enough. Time to follow writing in my blog.
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quot;I found the poems in the fields, and only wrote them downquot; John ClareCONTENT
This web page apoemforallseasons.blogspot.com states the following, "I found the poems in the fields, and only wrote them down John Clare." We saw that the webpage said " Wednesday, 2 November 2011." It also said " The winter comes; I walk alone,. I want no bird to sing;. To those who keep their hearts their own. The winter is the spring. No flowers to pleaseno bees to hum. The coming springs already come. I never want the Christmas rose. To come before its time;. The seasons, each as God bestows,. I love to see the snowstorm hing;. Tis but the winter garb of spring."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
Sunday, September 2, 2012. I am not a proper vessel,. I sometimes allow the swells to toss me. Just to let my barnacles breathe. But I do not turn. When you twist your engines into me. That the smoke you planted,. Hot and coalful in my belly. Is now a rising stink. We are taking a detour,. So I can deepen my bonds with the whales.
A letter to Pluto from Neptune. A poem for Pluto cannot be written. A poem for Pluto cannot be written,. For who would read such a thing. The planets have spoken,. And Pluto does not exist anymore. Removed forever from the celestial world. What would be the point of creating. Words for someone who cannot. Read or appreciate the creation? No, a poem for Pluto cannot be written.
Or not! Which ever tickles your fancy. Oh and if you enjoy it, share and follow! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Follow the blog if you enjoy it! Join 121 other followers. These words are screaming,. Soul, decimating me,. Huddled in the corner,. I want to scream and.
The morning after Easter, I admit it, I was let down. It was so quiet, you know the hush just before a storm? Only a few chirping robins and the click of my shutter. I could feel the tension draining out of me. Beautiful details, never fails to refresh me.
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