“If you smell juice,”
Mother said,
“Do, please put on shine,
and whisper at me –
am having beauty sleep,
rusting from the sun.”
Together, when days cool,
or there about,
life be that still.
(Another magnetic poetry poem. Play online.)
Still Life
Wow, gorgeous and evocative.
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Thank you!
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Most welcome.
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This poem made me think of my mother, and her love of napping in the sun, sheltering from the wind, and ending up with sunstroke. I think it was the line “am having beauty sleep, rusting from the sun” I like that magnetic poetry, thank for introducing it to me.
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It is fun…looking forward to reading your creations. We should start a magnetic poetry Friday, or something, lol.
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That could be fun!
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