Saturday, November 7, 2009

talking to myself-
a robin pecks away
at dead wood

6 comments:

  1. Line-1 is so familiar...just that rest of the scene changes....reading blogs and commenting is a way that i release :)

    Good one, Kristin :)

    wishes,
    devika

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  2. Wow, like different side, but of the same coin, you are so good Kristin, hang in there x

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  3. Timeless! This speaks to me so deeply Kristin, I feel I'm there with you somehow.

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  4. Devika and Lorraine...thank you! I treasure your comments as always!

    Paul...Thank you, also...so glad that someone else can relate. Sometimes these poems take time and it's a real process. Other times they seem to come out of the air already complete and in no need of revising...this was one of those for me...and those are very special. They are like little gifts. So glad it spoke to you as well. :)

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  5. ___I like those words that just spill out, and slop their way to the notebook; those instant thoughts, forever kept. And believe me... often I work with the deadwood of my own thoughts. _m

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  6. Nice jux, and I can relate to the situation.

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