I show her the poem
with the noisy words
building to a crescendo.
My scribbled paean, foolishly trying
to say these things to her
better than they’ve been said
by others, in ink on paper.
“Maybe I should tone all of this down some?”, I propose.
She smiles and says, “I like the clamor just the way it is.”
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dear Michael,
aww that is so sweet she must be a grand 'ol gal!
*hugs, Cat
Indeed! Thanks for stopping
Indeed! Thanks for stopping by Cat!
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Hello, Michael,
What a great final line, which I'm assuming she really said? This brought a smile to my face. So nice.
Thank you,
L
Yes. It's amazing how much of
Yes. It's amazing how much of my poetry can spring from such simple interactions. Thanks for your thoughts!
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You are welcome Dood! I was
You are welcome Dood! I was familiar with the word, but it's one of those words where the pronunciation seems to trip me up frequently. It has a lot of vowels - LOL! Thanks for sharing your thoughts!
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