tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post5268311609788864150..comments2023-08-29T06:28:14.152-05:00Comments on Dragonfly's Poetry & Prolixity: Marionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14786883679294446945noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-7241119912410792562011-01-07T10:44:08.286-06:002011-01-07T10:44:08.286-06:00This is truly a masterpiece (IO gotta ask, did you...This is truly a masterpiece (IO gotta ask, did you write this yourself? Of yes, then you are GOD. if nay then you have amazing taste. Either way, awesome job!)Punk Chopstickshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03384444438981628779noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-37136639850195521062011-01-06T19:46:46.476-06:002011-01-06T19:46:46.476-06:00love this beautiful piece, lady! you always choos...love this beautiful piece, lady! you always choose just the right one for that moment in time! much affection -GYPSYWOMANhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03042621041213415958noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-7907377523966877562011-01-06T17:56:19.248-06:002011-01-06T17:56:19.248-06:00If we are right in our eyes, then everywhere we lo...If we are right in our eyes, then everywhere we look there is reason for thanks, even in January. I smile. On my way home from the neighbouring town today, my god, the roads were bad but if you could have seen the world. It was as though with the new snow it grew closer, not colder, but closer. My heart was still. January.<br /><br />xo<br />erinWoman in a Windowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14747858840088922077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-65200523915350852602011-01-05T17:45:43.613-06:002011-01-05T17:45:43.613-06:00"I choose January with its chill
lessons of p..."I choose January with its chill<br />lessons of patience and despair-" -- in many ways, I choose January, too.<br /><br />A thoughtful poem, Marion, for a thoughtful day.*https://www.blogger.com/profile/06484208765656281917noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-54623567134131874122011-01-05T17:35:54.924-06:002011-01-05T17:35:54.924-06:00I just want to fall right through that bedroom win...I just want to fall right through that bedroom window photo, Marion. It's beautiful! I've been saying for, what, 8 or 9 years now, that I'm going to come and visit you, and I'm going to do it, too, because I just know that your entire home is an enchanted wonderland. I wish I had half your "touch."<br />xoxSerenahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00798532682456165053noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-81048890943028026822011-01-05T15:58:39.685-06:002011-01-05T15:58:39.685-06:00A wonderful collection of Pastan poetry (that I...A wonderful collection of Pastan poetry (that I'm proud to own!).<br /><br />That last stanza is the best!!Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00859017153454691633noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4356162479428337180.post-63136775014486404302011-01-05T15:43:50.258-06:002011-01-05T15:43:50.258-06:00I like that...from the almanac of last things, or ...I like that...from the almanac of last things, or the island of misfit toys. I chose you.<br /><br />Love you Marion.Wine and Wordshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.com