(Originally posted June 2013)
drinking summer
from leafcups
afternoon cocktails
of birdsong and butterflies
garnished with
shaded impatiens
stirred by a low
slender moon
(Originally posted June 2013)
drinking summer
from leafcups
afternoon cocktails
of birdsong and butterflies
garnished with
shaded impatiens
stirred by a low
slender moon
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
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All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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what a creative idea, a summer cocktail 🙂
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glad that you liked it
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Beautiful!
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thanks Ellen
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Its like a rainbow on the ground instead of in the sky!
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I like that
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I’m glad.
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make mind a double!
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comin’ right up
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beautiful
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thank you Barb
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Brilliant Metaphors weaving the imagery
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thanks so much, Anshuman
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beauty and romance…love the addition of “the low slender moon!” so gentle a setting!
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thanks, johann
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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I love the word Intoxified–I think that’s what I am, with not a sip of drink.
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glad you liked it – it seemed apt
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Well we’ve yet another storm raging here – can you write something uplifting about a howling gale, buckets of rain and a temperature with an uncommonly unpleasant chill factor? Great poem by the way.
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I arose at 4 am, as usual, to find our temp at 15 below 0 F. I love the cold, but this is a bit much.
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Thankfully it’s not that cold here – yet our weather people are blaming you lot for our weather! Then again that’s what we Brits do – always blaming someone!
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Beautifully written!
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thank you most kindly
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Delightful images.
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much appreciated
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And also a perfect title.
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I’m pleased that you liked it – it’s fun to make up a word on occasion
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Wonderful!
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thanks kindly
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it makes my day to come across a poem like is. simply grand!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it – many thanks
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