you said there´s nothing perfect, poems or life. this poem is perfect, my dearest!! i enjoy i feed from you like a Vampyr!! lol. thank you for all your gifts! and about your pregnancy pics, i am so in love with the third one, i made drawings and wax painting, white on black paper... ohhh it´s me in some ways. i´ll send you some.... and... thank you for introducing us the work of angela simione. so great!! happy, yes!! love yolanda
GREAT, INTENSE, & POWERFUL, SO MANY LOVELY BITS AND ELEMENTS TO MARVEL, however I would reconsider that first stanza with both a hammer and a scalpel but that's just me. The poem is intense and good, MM.
You are beautiful. Your writing is beautiful. I look forward to your posts, and I am very involved with your piece(s) on marriage. I read them aloud to my husband.
Drax i might agree..usually i write a poem and it literally just falls from me in a very quick time- fifteen minutes tops, and i don't change a thing. i birth em and leave em. this poem came out sticky and stubbornly. my writing mojo is off since pregnancy and i'm forcing myself to write more to undo it.
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Love the miracles in this, how each one rolls off at the end of a stanza. Each miracle it's own gift, in it's own wrapping.
And this:
"i clapped each one clean
like a great karate break"
Ahh! Yes.
Stunning - as always x
you said there´s nothing perfect, poems or life. this poem is perfect, my dearest!!
i enjoy i feed from you like a Vampyr!! lol.
thank you for all your gifts!
and about your pregnancy pics, i am so in love with the third one, i made drawings and wax painting, white on black paper... ohhh it´s me in some ways. i´ll send you some....
and...
thank you for introducing us the work of angela simione. so great!!
happy, yes!!
love
yolanda
you have been tagged and awarded in my latest post! well done on your beautiful writing :)
check it out here
http://thatlizkid.blogspot.com/2010/06/yay-d.html
xxxx
I love poetry. I love your poetry. It delights me. Thank you for writing.
Glorious miracles, indeed...every single one.
GREAT, INTENSE, & POWERFUL, SO MANY LOVELY BITS AND ELEMENTS TO MARVEL, however I would reconsider that first stanza with both a hammer and a scalpel but that's just me. The poem is intense and good, MM.
You are beautiful.
Your writing is beautiful.
I look forward to your posts, and I am very involved with your piece(s) on marriage. I read them aloud to my husband.
I'll buy your book ;)
Drax i might agree..usually i write a poem and it literally just falls from me in a very quick time- fifteen minutes tops, and i don't change a thing. i birth em and leave em. this poem came out sticky and stubbornly. my writing mojo is off since pregnancy and i'm forcing myself to write more to undo it.
there. chopped it a bit. still think the second stanza could use it to but too tired.
I have a problem with swelling too. I love how you have always made something new. this is beautiful, as always, you lovely lovely writer.
How do you do it? HOW???!!!
Your voice is so consistently brilliant and familiar, but in a way that only you can produce.
Here's to making something new.
xo pf
Your sticky fifteen minutes freaking annihilate the sad limp efforts of most poets on the planet. Yes, I will buy your book.
Once again Mag, you amaze me! Glad to hear of your swelling! Imagine it's full of love and wonderment, much like your writing.
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