Things that flow within my mind
wish we had some rainyou won a Consolation Prize!
You make the rain sound so lovely - as it often is.
Lovely, Ellis.I can't wait to hear some rain drops...all we keep getting is snow - lol!
Ellis, I like the haiku:~) It sounds like your muse is having a good time. Just tell her? or him? to let you keep playing.I'd love it your wrote another poem using the sentences to make a design. I still forgotten the one you did quite awhile ago.Hope you're having a great day, Ellis:~)
They are wonderful Ellis. Especially as we are under a severe drought and have been for years. Just reading about the rain and raindrops did something good for my psyche. What I'd give to be sitting by the window watching the raindrops fall! Oh, for some rain!
So, what was your muse playing? ;)Being in Vancouver I thought I was sick of the rain, but you make it sound nice.
I feel like the lost duckQuacking and quacking Trying to find my wayAnd the only one that hears me Is the foxPaige:I wish you had some rain tooI’m sure some of the bloggersWould give you some snow.Lynn:Yes the Pitter Patter does seem to put one at ease.Talon:See Lynn LOL sorry I know too much of anything is bad.Stay inside and keep warm and try and not catch a cold.Sara:I’m not sure they meet all the points of a haiku from Japan but they work out for one from the USA.Still thanks.ElizabethR:Sorry I should of ask Talon to load up some snow and sent it your way. I’m sure the soft flutter of snowflakes would do wonders too. Bschooled:Last time I heard you were down South. Playing on your phone to get back up here. Will good to get you home even tho it is raining there.
(still need your address to send you the consolation prize) http://tinyurl.com/627beaw
Paige:I'm not sure what consolation prize your talking about. I did not put my name in the hat for anything.
I miss Ellis, oh, I do, I do...Without his poetry, I am so blue.The break he needed was due,But without his words so trueMy life is feeling like fish glue.So rest weary writer doAnd then return to us anew.We will play the kazooAnd eat too much fondue,Until your words again debut.Or I'll keeping writing terrible rhyming poetry to you:~)
Sara:Will ah ya??eyes crossingholding breathfish gluefondueGod who knew**********************My mother took her 45And said with a tinkle in her eyeI’m going after your dadSo you had better not cryNow son don’t be sadFor your father I’m going to bagplease whatever your plan to doForget that damn bowl of fondue
Cool poem! Of thoughts unspoken. Yes, 60,000 of them running through a mind in a day -- maybe more like 90,000 for we poet types!:)xoxo
Sorry I'd thought I already had a comment here... Thanks blogger-You make rain seem pleasant!Many thoughts unspoken in the rain around here lately, n thunder n Lightning too! There's a loud drip onto a metal piece out there that wakes me up- I hope the tornados are leaving you alone there.
Paige gives out nifty prizes. I got an apron. I think she said it was for a comment during the Stupid Blog Party
Ellis, you won a prize from Paige for your comment on my winning (4th place) Stupid Blog Party Post.BTW that:Sitting by window verse is so refreshing!
Funster:Thanks lots of thoughts.Snaggle:No problem no reply neededYes it seems I posted on another post and win something for being a stupid blog post. ElizabethR:As I told Snaggle is that one of those (thanks I think)I think I’ll just let her redraw and give it to some other person. (Thanks anyway)
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