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Do Not Wait 'til Winter ComesI beg you, do not wait 'til winter comes, And trees regret the leaves they left to fall, To wish that you had gathered summer plumsDo Not Wait 'til Winter Comes
For when the thunder starts the war with drums, Your longings cannot shield you from the squall; I beg you, do not wait 'til winter comes.
It does no good when wind dries lips and gums, And you bemoan not having bought a shawl, To wish that you had gathered summer plums.
The very day the first ripe fruit succumbs Must be the day you actor not at all; I beg you, do not wait 'til winter comes.
It is too l


ReflectionsThis love is an extended metaphor, perhaps claiming that a bumblebee is a cumulus cloud (or, indeed, the other way round) both too heavy to hang as they do in the sky,Reflections
great weights oblivious to gravity,
and with an air of steady certainty that they are keeping the world ticking over, a self-assured busyness
from which we must forever be distant. &nbs


Dear PostSecretDear PostSecret,Dear PostSecret
I am an accidental fraud. I suppose accidental is a relative term there Obviously I meant to take the actions I took that led to my becoming a fraud, but still. Fraudulence wasnt my intended goal, is what Im trying to say.
In fact, many of my actual goals have been realisedmore than realisedand would be seen, by the vast majority, as perfectly respectable, admirable goals: I am a rich, successful, well-respected chef with my own restaurant perched delicately on a remote cliff overlooking the sea, the ideal place for pretentious young go-getters who want to ea


What We Do with ConkersOctober was conker month; we always waited a little too late perhaps out of misplaced optimism that winter was further than we thought so that we had to search amongst theWhat We Do with Conkers
curls of dead leaves, seeking stragglers, squirrel-chewed and mucky.
It was a very typical sort of ritual: all cycles of mother and daughter, of seasons, and of soil
(for it all comes down to soil, in the end), and, perhaps most importantly, done only because it was
what we had always done.
And so we would scurry, zigzagging, hide-and-seeking between


Death Of A GhostFor BryonyDeath Of A Ghost
She was waiting by the shops door, Streaks of red in her hair, A bright red scarf around her neck, I first saw her there.
She sat on her own at the disco, Her hair hiding her face, Unseen by all around her, The second time, second place.
She was standing in front of the bus shelter, Cold winter snow in her hair, A bright silver flash speeding past her, This last time she was there.
She lay still in the road, Lay still in the snow and mud, And for the first time I saw clearly, The red in her hair was bloo


Vampire ParkBlazing eyes and heartfelt sighs, A shadow in the dark. A growing rise in night time drives, Ending in the park. Where shadows lie and one will die, Vampire clings to bark, Victims lives with startled cries, Finish swift and sharp.Vampire Park
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Also, your submission was mindblowing, but I haven't got smart enough to comment on it yet.
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#Writers-Workshop -:- *Critique-It
I want a spirit like the wind.
Crumbs, thank you again!
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I think I'm going to watch you now.
*depending on whether or not you count =nycterent
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I want a spirit like the wind.
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J'ai décidé d'arrêter d'avoir pitié de moi. Autre que mon oeil, deux choses ne sont pas paralysées, mon imagination et ma mémoire.
Hold fast to the human inside of you, and you'll survive.
-Diving Bell and the Butterfly
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I really need to start reading your writing again.
I've always enjoyed it so I don't know what's wrong with me. ;;
I think it's just because I never know how to comment on good poetry, because I feel like such a fraud when I do.
But I will make more of an effort!
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And thanks, I hope you are well, too.
(Though I suppose I should know with your journal updates. I feel so guilty.
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"No ideas but in things."
~William Carlos Williams
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[link] Counting Clouds - an exciting book!
[link] My tutorials!
If you LOVE it then suggest it to a GM - now!
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Craig
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"Haikuthon July 1-31, 2009" [link]
I'm so glad you liked my little set!
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玉
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[link]
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"My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun."
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Watch where there is nothing and see what is really there...
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And how was Wales? Foggy? Wet?
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