Really sorry you are having to leave us. hope it is only temporarily. All the very best to both of you - and thanks for all the support and feedback. Good luck.
All the stuff people tell you (and you get sick of hearing) about 'he'll soon be asking to borrow the car keys' is sadly true. But in the meantime its hard work and he does look very, very small!
last lap you say?here'ssomething to get you started ;)
Post Removed (a found poem consisting of the fragments of sorlil’s napowrimo posts)
A fishing boat and a yacht share the open sea my ears are bleeding with poetry Looking beyond a rook flies over sand banks, over us clouds nestle in the Kilcreggan hills at my back in neon purple floats the Parthenon temple it's all I had time for
Damp city streets, let us walk the highway to the sea. Do not stop, there is no turning back, keepsake. Above my head a tower of sandstone, mourning.
Wenn's regnet und die Sonne scheint, so schlägt der Teufel seine Großmutter: er lacht und sie weint
The Clyde is alive with light, blue-grey waves ride into sun-glazed white, a found poem. Today was a struggle, the grass is clean with dew, a pool of green surrounds. The hills are deep in snow, the buds are fattening on the blossom trees. Castle Sands. All I see is daffodils in the dying light of day
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no luck.hope the wee man is fine
thanks swiss, just a bad cold but means constant attention and sleepless nights, aah the joys!
Ach, get the visitors to clean the house! You look after the wee fellow.
lol, sounds like a plan!
Really sorry you are having to leave us. hope it is only temporarily. All the very best to both of you - and thanks for all the support and feedback. Good luck.
All the stuff people tell you (and you get sick of hearing) about 'he'll soon be asking to borrow the car keys' is sadly true. But in the meantime its hard work and he does look very, very small!
thanks dave and frances, perhaps I'll join in the last lap of napowrimo, I'll see how thing go here
last lap you say?here'ssomething to get you started ;)
Post Removed
(a found poem consisting of the fragments of sorlil’s napowrimo posts)
A fishing boat and a yacht
share the open sea
my ears are bleeding
with poetry
Looking beyond
a rook flies
over sand banks,
over us
clouds nestle
in the Kilcreggan hills
at my back in neon purple
floats the Parthenon temple
it's all I had time for
Damp city streets,
let us walk
the highway to the sea.
Do not stop,
there is no turning back,
keepsake.
Above my head a tower
of sandstone,
mourning.
Wenn's regnet und die Sonne scheint,
so schlägt der Teufel seine Großmutter:
er lacht und sie weint
The Clyde is alive
with light,
blue-grey waves ride
into sun-glazed white,
a found poem.
Today was a struggle,
the grass is clean with dew,
a pool of green surrounds.
The hills are deep in snow,
the buds are fattening
on the blossom trees.
Castle Sands.
All I see is daffodils
in the dying light of day
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ha ha nice one!!
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