Love Poems Lost At Sea
Lovely little love poems
Filled with passion and amor
Do they lose their worth
If the intended fails to adore
With heart and soul
love poems tend to woo
so accept his caring message
his words are meant for you
Many poets go unread
like clouds in a sunny sky
with unrequited metaphors
unloved poets live to die
if love poems wilt away
when a lover denies his plea
this poet prefers to disappear
with my love poems lost at sea
Photo courtesy of my daughter Catherine.
Lovely photo with even lovelier poem
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Thank you Kally. Hope you are well.
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I am well. Thanks for asking.
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Good
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This is.. so good… You write so well, it always takes me away to another place…”Do they lose their worth
If the intended fails to adore” .. I loved these lines the most..
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Aw, thank you for saying that. Tell me what do you think? Do they lose their worth?? Thanks for reading.
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🙂 .. They shouldn’t lose their worth but it sure feels like it when you see the reaction or lack of reaction.
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Agreed.
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Ah, yes…better it is to have them lost at sea than not enjoyed by their intended subjects. Great poetry, my friend, and your daughter has quite the eye for photography. Beautiful!
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Thank you. That is exactly what I think. Better lost at sea. And my daughter took that photo last summer. She emailed it to me last night. Thanks.
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You are welcome, my friend. 🙂
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Sadly some love poems leave poets ‘all at sea’. 😉
P.S. Delightful image!
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LOL Yeah. You made me laugh so hard. Thanks for reading. Photo was my daughter.
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She’s doing very well. In the genes? 😉
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LOL
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I do believe you understand why my blog is named as it is. Beautiful, friend.
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Almost as beautiful as you. I have always loved the name of your blog. One of the best named blogs in Blogville. Thanks for reading.
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Absolutely love the “unrequited metaphors” line! Well done, sir! 🙂
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Smiling. Thank you so much. I liked that line, but the one that I loved most was “unloved poets live to die.” Thanks for stopping by.
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Simple and lovely…
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Thank you so much.
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My pleasure. Smiles.
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And maybe the poet and his poems can drift with the sea current, towards a shore, where the poet’s love will be reciprocated 🙂 The chimp continues to deliver. 😀
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LOVE THIS COMMENT. Aw, you that was special. I got a happy ending without going to a massage palour. lol Thanks so much.
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I’m glad 🙂 Happy ending can be found outside massage parlour, too 😀
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LOL Spelled parlour wrong too. LOL Thanks for the laugh
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Don’t worry, I’m not wearing my spell-checker hat today 😀 You’re welcome, happy to make the chimp laugh 🙂
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Thanks
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😀
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LOL Not the kind I was looking for. hahaha
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I am guessing it was not the kind the guy was looking for either 😀
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LOL Great video. Thanks for sharing.
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Welcome 🙂
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I agree Annie. Let’s blow so as to help the current 😀
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lol
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Hahaha yes, let’s do it Geetha! 😀
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lol
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Beautiful photo by your daughter. You never have to worry about being an unread poet, your words are read and love well. Hopefully, the intended see them as well. Happy Friday.
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Thank you so much for your kind words. Happy Friday. How often do you do the show?
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You’re welcome. We usually do show twice a month. We have another one next week on the 10th with a poet from WordPress. It should be a lot of fun. It’s at 2
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I will be listening. Thanks
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You’re welcome. Thank you xx
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As a young girl, I put a message in a bottle. I didn’t live anywhere close to the ocean, so I threw it off a waterfall (if you’ve seen the movie, The Last Of The Mohicans, you’ll know which one.) I wrote “I’m ten years old. When I grow up, I want to be alive. If you find this, please come rescue me.”)
What a silly little girl.
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I will have to search for the movie to see the waterfall. I need to search for the bottle.
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I imagine it’s laying under a rock somewhere, shattered…like my life.
I have to tell you though….I wouldn’t have minded if Uncas had found it!
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Aw. LOL Who is Uncas?? Don’t say your life is shattered. Your are onyl beginning to live.
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Uncas was Chingachgooks’ son. After he got killed, Chingachgook was “the last of the Mohincans.” Daniel-Day-Lewis (Natty Bumpo) was his adopted white son. That movie was filmed in my beloved mountains. My daddy actually helped build the log cabin where the Camerons lived.
Uncas was played by Eric Schweig…who is just beautiful!
The last line of the movie is so incredibly sad, I almost have to walk away.
Chingachgook was the last of a dying breed. He looks over the land that would eventually be stolen from his people and says “Once we were here.”
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That is sad. I will have to watch this. It will give me a chance to see a little of the area of this Southern Belle. Thanks for sharing it.
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You will enjoy it but it IS incredibly sad. The scenery is breath-taking and the music will stir your soul.
Think of me while you are watching. I walked through those woods and hid behind that waterfall.
When I die, I wish somebody would take me up there, lay me under a tree and let me melt into all that beauty.
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I will remember you while I watch it. Wow, what a dying wish. Beautiful thoughts.
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Wonderful composition, loved the analogy “lost like clouds in a sunny sky”
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Smiling. Glad you appreciated it. Thanks for stopping by to read.
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This reminds me of things written in a secret journal – intended for only the eyes of the writer but written about love, loss and heartbreak. Very personal yet private and no less meaningful. Loved this!
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Interesting. You find it no less meaningless. Thank you for that.
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Damn! Damn! Damn! MeaningFUL!!!!!!
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Chimp has overdosed on coffee this morning. LOL Got it!!
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Sorry! I’m only half awake! I should’ve read that over before I hit send!
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LOL
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Truly beautiful..
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Thank you. Do the love poems lose their worth if the person admired does not adore them?
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I wouldn’t think so, because they are the writers words and thoughts. How could the admirer not adore them? Smiles
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Smiling
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I think good poetry is timeless and independent of the time, place and circumstances in which it was written (although these might be interesting for scholars to investigate). In other words, love poetry shouldn’t be thrown away just because it didn’t lead anywhere romantically. 🙂
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LOL Thank you for your profound thoughts. They do need to be treaured. Thanks for reading.
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Hey, profound? Thank you. That’s an adjective very rarely associated with my writing. 🙂
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LOL I loved your comments. And as funny as your writing is, it does make one think.
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Thank you very much. (Blushes)
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This is beautiful… The theme reminds me of a song… not Message In a Bottle… but that too… First one that came to mind is Swallowed in the Sea (a lovely Coldplay song)…
Also… Wow, that is a gorgeous photo! I’m so impressed.
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I am not familiar with the song. I will listen to it on Youtube. Thanks. Glad you enjoyed the poem. My daughter sent me that pick & I kept playing with it in my head. And of course, I wrote the last night first. Thank you for the compliments and for stopping by to read.
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Some make fun of my Coldplay love but I’ve been inspired by lots of their music. The song I mentioned even includes the lyrics “I could write a book” which caught my ear upon first listen. 🙂
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I jusy finished listening to it. Beautiful song. I watched one of the videos that included the lyrics. Lovely words. Thanks for sharing that. I see where this reminded you of that song.
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Such gorgeous verse and lovely photos ! Love , megxxx
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Aw, thanks you so much. Thanks for stopping by to read.
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Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you.
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The last time I found a message in a bottle, it was obscene.
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The only thing I would find in a bottle is my cable bill
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And I bet by the time you find it the service is already disconnected…
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LOL
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What fool the intended if they do not take to heart the poems written from another’s heartfelt intentions.
Please tell Catherine that her photo is wonderful. Was this a found opportunity or did you – she – create the scene?
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She and a friend created it last summer. It is giving me some ideas to create this summer. Adn I love your answer. That intended would be a fool. Thanks
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Had a suitor before who kept writing me love poems. Thought they were lovely and I was grateful. But I only loved him as a friend and he wanted to be more. Now, thinking back to all his writings, I still treasure them even though his intentions and expectations were not met. He may have lost me (or I have lost him) but his poems lasted forever.
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That is such a beautiful thought and story. Thank you for sharing it with me. So, the poems had value anyway. Thanks for telling me that. And thanks for reading.
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I agree with Miss Winter. Besides, if the intended is a fool, there is all of us reading and admiring anyway or did the chimp just need an extra scratch under the chin 😀 ?
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LOL This is a work of fiction ladies. haha Trying to get me in trouble. lol
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Aw cmon, your wife could hardly be jealous of a whimsical write
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Chimp playing. She doesn’t even read my stuff. Hahaha I didn’t even think of that. These poems do fall on her deaf ears. OMG Never thought of that until now. That is funny.
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She does not know what she is missing.
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Thank you for saying that. Since my blog grew and has taken up more of my time, she slowly lost her interest. What can I say?
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Perhaps she resents the time youspend on it
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Of course. To follow those who folow me, it takes hours of reading. Then, the time to create these posts & the time answering all comments. I am considering certain changes with the blog. To devote more time to market my unpublished novels, write the next one & to give her more of my time as well.
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Wise decision Andrew!
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I needed to dedicate a few months to getting the blog going. Geetha, I never expected this quick growth. Now, it is time to get back to priorities. Chimp needs to get back to finding an agent for for my books, my marriage, and my daughter (and her mother). And of course, my continued recovery.
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Good luck with all of that. Sounds like it’s a real handful
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It is at times.
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Your poems sedate the soul providing opportunity for self reflection and thought. They create a medley of emotions that blend in such a way, the reader feels abstract gratification. Well done!
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Smiling hard. Thank you.
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THank you so much for linking to this poem. I really appreciate your support.
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I appreciate your wonderful blog ~https://goo.gl/LU6fZ8
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Thank you so much. I consider myself a lucky person because I started blogging and it gave me the chance to meet someone as sweet as you. You know I love your blog to keep up with fashion ideas. Also to feel the sunshine that you give. Thank you for mentioning me. I am so flattered, Thanks
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🙂 My pleasure, you deserve it. I cannot match your sweetness. Take care my dear friend, my best wishes are always with you. 🙂
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Smiling. Thank you. Take care.
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Unloved poets live to die…and even the loved ones live to die! Lovely twists to this poem and love the photo.
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Thank you. That is the line I loved best. Photo was my daughter. Thanks for stopping by to read.
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This reminded me of an article’s main idea, that if you are a poet in a troubled country, you will be immortalized, and just a commoner in a well off country. 🙂
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Interesting idea. Isn’t it funny how perspectives change. Perhaps, I should move to a poor country.
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Plz .send all unloved poets to ur secret muse coz she understand thier pains n cure well dem.let no throw all poems into sea.l will care dem. don’t worry.u r nice person so u r lonely auther n always search a alone corner to think,imazin,understanding about poor guys.l do too same like u.ARIES
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Oh, you are an Aries. How interesting. And thank you. Love poems and lonely poets do not belong in the sea
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Welcome.i understand all.i love sea bt only in pic.i fear to go near sea .
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You are afraid of the sea? Why?
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No drew.plz respct my choice.ĺisten if i say u dew.is dt right.
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ok
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Welcome o lonly dew of ur poem’s flower.
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Coz i can not swim.
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I understand. Be careful when you are close to water.
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Thanks.then i will remeber u.
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Reblogged this on ' Ace Friends News ' and commented:
Good day Andrew love to read your words about this time of the day so now l am all at sea, the lilt the rhyme the sound is all around, as l read your words l never hear a sound but feelings you have found Ian 🌟
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Smiling. Thanks Ian. You are so kind to me. I hope you have a wonderful evening. Thanks for the reblog.
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I love this post so much!
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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Wow – this was great.. I love
“unloved poets live to die”.. Nicely written😊
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Thank you. I really like this one as well.
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Gifted writer sharing your love
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Thanks
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Reblogged this on The Lonely Author and commented:
Hola people. The struggle is real. I stared at a blank page for three hours while Allie watched Grey’s Anatomy on Netflix. So, while I was trying to retrieve my romantic mojo she was sighing to McDreamy and McSteamy. Meanwhile McChimpy was McBlanky. Here is a reblog for anyone who may have missed it, while I rant to the Gods of Poetry.
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LOL You are too funny, McBlanky.
Sure, lost at sea, maybe with a little McHanky and McPanky.
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Don’t know if you watch Grey’s Anatomy, but two of the characters are nicknamed McDreamy and McSteamy. McBlanky seems to fit this Chimp right now. Laughing so hard. Thank you.
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The readership may be higher than wordpress!
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A great image and a wonderful poem. Getting the Mojo back some there Chimp….
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No, not really. This was a reblog. Still searching…
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Good luck….
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I haven’t read this piece. Thanks for sharing again. Allie is watching the T.V, is that not what she ought to be doing? I once fell into this poetic block and it wasn’t fun. I told everyone who cared to listen but my thoughts just refused to process in poetic lines. One day, She came back looking for me, she flooded my heart and I did nothing else but write poems. Poem would come back, she sure loves you too much to stay gone.
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We watch tv together, but lately it’s Grey Anatomy marathons. In the past I have experienced a little writer’s block with my novel writing, but I would start editing and I would snap out of it. But now writing poetry I don’t have editing to fall back on. So, it has been frustrating. Thanks for stopping by to read and share your experiences.
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Beautiful yet poignant. Have you read your poetry to Allie, Andrew?
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Thank you. Some of them. Allie really isn’t into poetry or writing. I have a feel for which ones she will like. On those days I ask her to take a peek. We have discussed this before of writer’s being with non-writers and the challenges it present.
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Yes, I remember now. It can be frustrating at times, but at least we have WordPress.
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Exactly.
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Thank you for linking to my poem. I appreciate it.
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Nice!
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Thank you. I appreciate that.
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