tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799940458157739602.post3263225424701951035..comments2023-08-15T02:16:43.750-07:00Comments on Rose In Bloom: Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds...RoseInBloomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14560125932694716261noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799940458157739602.post-619653661635405072010-01-19T12:07:59.008-08:002010-01-19T12:07:59.008-08:00Somehow I missed this post. But I do love it.
And...Somehow I missed this post. But I do love it.<br /><br />And I really did love that love poem as well.<br /><br />I bet the more you read poetry the more poetic your everyday writing and speech will become. Give it a try. And then call me. We'll hang out. I'll let you know if it's any different.Smoxiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05552442522494253376noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6799940458157739602.post-91438586182840710952010-01-12T22:47:56.342-08:002010-01-12T22:47:56.342-08:00I am currently thoroughly enjoying it. I am going...I am currently thoroughly enjoying it. I am going to go to sleep with this last one:<br /><br />The fire in leaf and grass<br />so green it seems<br />each summer the last summer.<br /><br />The wind blowing, the leaves<br />shivering in the sun, <br />each day the last day.<br /><br />A red salamander<br />so cold and so<br />easy to catch, dreamily<br /><br />moves his delicate feet<br />and long tail. I hold<br />my hand open for him to go.<br /><br />Each minute the last minute.Mark Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06206050754532683637noreply@blogger.com