I look down on  a garden
of moonlit  flowers.
 I need to be loved like  roses,
the silvery blade of that
crescent moon slipping  through
nameless  things on winged feet
flitting among   Zoysia grass
nipping at life with amorous teeth.

 

 

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      1. Your writing is physically touching. The chicklets are beside themselves with joy that you and Resa are coming for an overnight party. They are working so hard to get everything just right. The stage crew is building beds big enough and the warming bunnies and duckling are thrilled. More to come.

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        1. I hope Im able to keep up with the bunnies and chicklets, I’m afraid they have a lot more energy than me. Maybe a pocket full of candy corn will help … a little sugar high never hurts. Snap.

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  21. Holly, I love the closing metaphor “nipping life with amorous teeth.” It is sensually evocative as well as good advice to walk before you run. Well played from start to finish. Keith

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          4. I understand completely, it’s hard to keep up with everything, in addition often my favorite blogs are dropped from my email and reader….WP! Thank you so much Jane.

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          5. I don’t even look at my reader. There are so many blog posts get sent through email, often blogs that aren’t anywhere near my favourites. I don’t know who decides which blogs are given preferential treatment.

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  26. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹Wonderful written! The roses are here! Could i have the view to this great garden too? 😉 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 Michael

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  30. Reblogged this on Neues vom Hutschi and commented:
    House of Heart — Der verzweifelte Garten

    Von meinem Fenster aus
    blicke ich auf einen Garten
    exotischer Blumen.
    Ich möchte geliebt werden wie Rosen,
    durch die die silberne Klingen eines Halbmond schlüpfen.
    Namenlose Dinge auf geflügelten Füßen,
    die in Zoysia-Gras huschen,
    das Leben kosten mit verliebten Zähnen.

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