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Sunday, 25 May 2014

25 May




after surveying her needs

she could report that she was able to squeak by

with only a small treat once in a while

and then one day she left the north

and met with a mate 

who smiled at her

laughed even

and she became un-stuck

and remembered that 

even the pigeons outside her window

fluttered sometimes

12 comments:

  1. Becoming un-stuck is fantastic I imagine..let's flutter and hope..lovely..hopeful piece

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    1. I also enjoyed the idea of becoming un-stuck!
      Very well-crafted poem.

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  2. Nice and tight ,and a lovely storyline, too.

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  3. How economic you were with the words as she was economic with her treats!

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  4. Fantastic! A flowing piece.

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  5. Perfect story with delightful words, even in a clutter one can sense a poem in the making!

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  6. What a wonderful poem... I love the ending!!

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  7. Love how much you packed into your small tale. Especially like those closing lines,

    Elizabeth

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  8. We need to remember that there are always some joy somewhere... better inhale deeply and get some.

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  9. Well done and an enjoyable tale. Lovely write.

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  10. and met with a mate
    who smiled at her
    laughed even
    and she became un-stuck

    Meeting friends can bring back lots of joy,certainly! Nice write asos!

    Hank

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  11. Lovely work. This piece made me feel good. Thank you!

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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