December 24, 2005
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draft - no title, but
it's for bird, who be-muses me so well,
on Christmas Eve, 2005
Forgetting the nature
Of those of us
Whose childhood
Was left out in the rain,
I opened
To your torn heart,
A tired flower
With a fresh cut stem,
Living carefully
In a simple glass
Of sweetened water,
I bloomed,
Temporarily,
Remembering
All the new roses
In my grandma's yard
When I was small,
And every day was rain.
pearlbamboo
copyright e.p. hodges
Comments (12)
Have a Merry Christmas! Look forward to reading more of your writings this coming year. Nancy
A very lovely draft. Wish you a great holiday Lily...
Wishing you a wonderful holiday and new year!
Great draft, which to me seems pretty much complete.. I have missed you!
Call me whenever you like.
Love you.
Peace and Love:)
Merry Christmas!!!
Happy Holidays!
Very nice, Lily. Have a Merry Christmas. Your Chicago pal, Lynn
Since you've taken me off your protected post, perhaps because you disagreed with some of my comments, perhaps for other reasons, I really think I should probably not even be here, but nevertheless, merry christmas to you,
Simply beautiful. So poignant. I hope you're having a lovely holiday season and that you are feeling warm and surrounded by love.
I think it's a great draft. There is a wonderful symbolism in it.
awesome in it's simple beauty
Well, I don't know if you changed it since I first read it. But I think you did. I like it now and it may just be the mood I'm in. That's to remind you that people drift in and out of here in different moods and that the only person whose opinion counts is you. But anyway, I got to the last two lines and I got confused. You mean like those new roses in the rain, you'll get pummeled?
I forgot to say how much I liked this:
I opened
To your torn heart,
A tired flower
With a fresh cut stem,
Living carefully
In a simple glass
Of sweetened water,
I bloomed,
Temporarily
I wouldn't call that any rough draft.
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