tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post1653909834904293490..comments2023-11-25T03:27:49.595-05:00Comments on EVERY PHOTO TELLS A STORY: Photo Prompt: Untitled Instance of LightUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-2048047428718931272009-02-24T20:14:00.000-05:002009-02-24T20:14:00.000-05:00(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)S...(poem by Therese L. Broderick of Albany, NY, USA)<BR/><BR/><BR/>SINESTRA<BR/><BR/>kiss the maiden<BR/>statue that you love<BR/>because you<BR/>carved her arms,<BR/>draped them in white, <BR/><BR/>polished her elbows with<BR/>the hand you were born<BR/>to work with<BR/><BR/>and she will awaken<BR/>one probing<BR/>bone at a time,<BR/>finger by finger,<BR/><BR/>left-handed,<BR/>impure.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-74184953632306619282009-02-19T22:07:00.000-05:002009-02-19T22:07:00.000-05:00Kisses and hugs. I was talking about you to one o...Kisses and hugs. I was talking about you to one of my daughters (Angelique) tonight.<BR/><BR/>I was saying that there are a few people I feel very close to.<BR/><BR/>xoxoox<BR/><BR/>ReneeReneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11785932958464359112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-35663399128320279142009-02-19T21:14:00.000-05:002009-02-19T21:14:00.000-05:00I don't see what your other reader's see. Her fing...I don't see what your other reader's see. Her finger reminds me of my middle finger.<BR/><BR/>As she sleeps she is reminded of how her middle finger wants to lock in place if she bends it, so she tries to keep it straight and slightly apart from the others. Tomorrow when she gets the xray on her finger she will know she has what they call "Trigger Finger."<BR/><BR/>Have a great Friday.GlorV1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06789212398770555465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-63173309588526779152009-02-19T19:51:00.000-05:002009-02-19T19:51:00.000-05:00It is super obvious to me that no wool can be pull...It is super obvious to me that no wool can be pulled over your eyes.<BR/><BR/>Yes, they are little love letters so that when I am dead and gone, they will remember me and what I thought of them.<BR/><BR/>xooxox<BR/><BR/>Love ReneeReneehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11785932958464359112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-61703091958750253282009-02-19T11:11:00.000-05:002009-02-19T11:11:00.000-05:00Reachhow can I acrossthe white the lightthat falls...Reach<BR/>how can I across<BR/>the white the light<BR/>that falls against you<BR/>and me and separates<BR/>all we have ever beenL.https://www.blogger.com/profile/08030622402438915251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-25227363939435200292009-02-19T02:03:00.000-05:002009-02-19T02:03:00.000-05:00and if she slept......she would forget.........and if she slept......she would forget.........Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15047696858755347818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-34634013047316386772009-02-19T00:01:00.000-05:002009-02-19T00:01:00.000-05:00Before ChildrenNothing is as heavenly as a soft pi...<I>Before Children</I><BR/>Nothing is as heavenly as <BR/>a soft pillow<BR/>fresh crisp sheets<BR/>sleeping deeply<BR/>dreaming gaily<BR/>and<BR/>waking softly<BR/>to<BR/>a warm sun<BR/>and<BR/>songbirds singing a lovers' duet<BR/><BR/>To sleep: perchance to dream.<BR/><BR/><I>After Children</I><BR/>Nothing is as hellish as<BR/>wailing children<BR/>runny noses<BR/>a tear-soaked pillow<BR/>a Meandering Michaelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00464355148386507875noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787570029128984235.post-21928328782674106042009-02-18T23:32:00.000-05:002009-02-18T23:32:00.000-05:00She watched him in the darkness.In that instant of...She watched him in the darkness.<BR/><BR/>In that instant of time she felt the iciness surrounding her frozen heart thaw, and in the still of the night her hand crept out from beneath the sheets, almost of its own violition, towards his sleeping face.<BR/><BR/>Forgiveness was now possible.Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00816138640432897870noreply@blogger.com